Bercerita tentang Maria dan Zen yang adalah korban dari Keluarga Paulo. Tentang pembalasan dendam yang dipenuhi dengan drama percintaan. Akankah keduanya berhasil membalas dendam?

Warnings:

Naru/Harem.

This story is pretty hardcore and filthy.

This story contains adultery and character bashing.

I bash on Sasuke and a bit on Sai. In fact any guy that isn't Naruto is fair game for character bashing, because it plays into the fetish sometimes.


(NOT MY BOOK)

(Mary Mallory Hospital)

(Earl's POV)


One day matapos ang hostage taking incident ay guwardyado pa rin kami ng mga bodyguards ng ospital. Naging mahigpit na ang seguridad sa buong ospital at hindi na sila nagpapapasok pa ng outsiders, maliban na lang kung kamag-anak ito ng pasyente.


Ako naman ay nasa maayos nang kalagayan although may takot pa rin ako na maulit sa amin ang nangyari. Kahit na nakakulong na ang babaing yun, tiyak na gagawa yun ng paraan para makalaya at makaganti sa amin, lalo na sa akin. Si Dr. Cynthia naman, nagiging mapagmatyag siya sa lahat ng oras at mahigpit na rin siya sa pagpapapasok ng mga tao sa loob ng ward. Nagpapasalamat ako sa kanya dahil iniligtas niya kami sa babaing yun.....maging sa mapait na nakaraan namin ni Miyaki.


And speaking of Miyaki, napatawad na niya ako. Aaminin ko, masakit sa aking palayain na siya, pero alam kong yun ang dapat. Dapat lang na makita ko siyang masaya sa piling ng lalaking tunay na nagmamahal sa kanya. Pero hangga't kaya ko pang dalhin ang sakit sa puso ko, gagawin ko.


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Habang nagbabasa ako ng bagong novel ni Paulo Coelho ay biglang bumukas ang pinto at nakita ko si Dr.Cynthia na pumasok sa loob ng room at may dalang pagkain.


"Earl, it's time to eat." ang sabi niya sabay lapag niya ng tray sa mesa ng ward.


"Ayoko, mamaya na lang ako kakain."

 

"Hindi pwede. Dapat kumain ka. Pano ka lalakas nyan?"


"Basta, ayoko."


She hold her breath deeply. Naupo siya sa gilid ng kama ko. "Oh siya, kung ayaw mong kumain, hindi kita pipilitin. Alam mo ba yang si Paulo Coelho, dumaan din siya sa maraming pagsubok bago siya naging isang sikat na writer. Idol ko rin siya, but I must preferred Alexandre Dumas."


"Alexandre Dumas? Sino siya?"

 

"Writer ng Count of Monte Cristo at Three Musketeers."

 

"Ah.....so bakit idol mo siya?"

 

"Dahil magkatulad kayong dalawa."

 

"Magkatulad? Pano kami naging magkatulad?"


"Nakaranas si Alexandre Dumas ng racial discrimination. Hinamak ang kakayahan niya bilang writer. Pero imbis na mawalan siya ng loob, ginamit niya ang mga panghahamak na yun bilang inspirasyon niya para magawa niya ang Count of Monte Cristo at Three Musketeers. Pagkatapos ng lahat ng paghihirap niya, nakuha niya ang respeto at pagmamahal mula sa mga tagahanga niya. Namatay siya sa Paris na kinikilala bilang isa sa mga bantog na manunulat ng Renaissance period."


"Ang galing naman niya. Pero di kami magkatulad ng sitwasyon. Maysakit ako at siya naman ay biktima ng discrimination. Pano kami magiging magkatulad?"


"Pareho kayo ng sitwasyon ni Alexandre Dumas. Pero ang kaibahan mo sa kanya, hindi siya sumusuko sa laban at lagi siyang puno ng pag-asa sa sarili niya. Yun din dapat ang gawin mo. Labanan mo ang sakit na yan. Wag kang susuko. At wag na wag kang mawawalan ng pag-asa. Matapang kang tao at marami ka nang pinagdaanan sa buhay, kaya naniniwala akong kayang-kaya mong mapagtagumpayan ang laban mo." and she gave me a smile, a positive smile.


Natamaan ako sa sinabi ni Dr. Cynthia. Bigla-biglang bumalik sa gunita ko ang sinabi sa akin ni Callix.


"Kung mahal mo talaga si Miyaki, lalaban ka hanggang sa huli!"


Naalala ko si Mommy, Daddy at si Aya. Umaasa pa rin sila na gagaling ako sa sakit ko. Pero ako, ni minsan ay di ko lang inalala ang sarili ko. Ang tanging alam ko ay katapusan ko na. Ngunit nang masilayan kong muli ang babaing mahal ko at ang lalaking lubusang pinagkakatiwalaan ko ay nasinagan na ako ng kahit papano'y liwanag ng pag-asa. Lalo na nung mapatawad nila ako, naisip kong mamamatay na ako na wala na akong nararamdaman pang kalungkutan at guilt.


Pero nang sabihin ni Dr. Cynthia ang mga ganung bagay.....


Parang biglang nag-iba ang ihip ng hangin.


Para bang bigla akong nagkaroon ng pag-asa sa sarili ko.


"At saka, nakikita mo ba siya?" sabay turo niya sa maliit na rebultong kahoy ng crucifixion ni Jesus Christ na nakadikit sa pader ng ward.


"Oo. Nakikita ko siya. He's a miraculous son of God." ang sabi ko naman.


"Nakikita niya ang paghihirap mo. Ang pagdurusa mo. At matutulungan ka niya kung buong puso kang mananalangin at hihingi ng paggabay sa kanya. Mahal tayo ng Diyos at gusto niyang bigyan tayo ng kapanatagan at kasiyahan. Magbalik-loob ka lang sa kanya at sinisiguro ko sayong matutulungan ka niya." at may ibinigay sa akin si Dr. Cynthia. Isang librong kulay brown at may nakasulat na The Holy Bible. "Basahin mo ang librong yan at makakaramdam ka ng kapayapaan sa kalooban mo. Magagamit mo rin ang librong yan bilang gabay mo tungo sa bagong buhay na hinahangad mo.....at sa tunay na pag-ibig na hinahanap mo. Just always remember, mahal ka ng Diyos." at tumayo siya sa kinauupuan niya. "Kung mamaya ka pa kakain, nandyan lang ang pagkain. Pupuntahan ko muna ang pasyente ko." at umalis na siya sa ward.


Lalo akong natamaan sa sinabi ni Dr. Cynthia. 


"Matutulungan ka Niya."

 

Napaiyak akong tumingin sa crucifixion statue of Jesus Christ. Naalala ko tuloy ang mga naging sakripisyo Niya, maligtas lang ang sangkatauhan sa kasalanan. The world is so lucky for having Him in our life.


Napatingin din ako sa Bible na binigay sa akin ni Dr. Cynthia. Ang aklat na ito ang makapagbibigay sa sinuman ng kapanatagan, lakas, inspirasyon at pag-asa. Ito rin ang magsisilbing gabay upang magkaroon ng simple ngunit maayos at masayang buhay.


"Lalaban ako. Pangako. Lalaban ako hanggang sa huling hininga ko." and I smiled. A positive smile.


Ayoko nang maging mahina. Ayoko nang maging malungkot. At lalong ayoko nang balikan pa ang lumipas. Panahon ko na para magbagong-buhay.


IT'S MY TIME.

 

I WILL FIGHT.

May malungkot na pinagdaanan si Miyaki sa kanyang nakaraang pag-ibig kung kaya naman natatakot na siyang sumugal pa sa pag-ibig. But Callix Jesh is really determined to grab the heart of his only love, and no one other than Miyaki. 

Sa pag-usbong ng natatanging pagkakaibigan nila ni Miyaki, muli na kayang iibig ang puso ni Miyaki?

Muli na kaya niyang isusugal ang lahat?

Kahit pa magbalik ang taong lubusang sumugat sa puso niya?

Addy
I am in my class on my desk by the window and I've Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult in my hand. She is one the most interesting authors I have ever read and I'm reading this particular book for the third time. Though this book is enough to make the world around me disappear, my friends are way too loud and their voices penetrate through to my book world. 
"Guys, just stop. Seriously, if y'all don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm gonna hurl." 
So basically, I'm sick of my boring old life and I'm totally sick of being stuck in this fucked up country. I know that it is one of the most peaceful, green and clean countries in the world with all those good and kind-hearted people but man, you get sick of it. At least I do. And moreover, I love things related to English. So, I'm gonna give all of the people living in my country English names. 

My stupid, good-for-nothing friends pout at me and Jenny brings her round face closer to mine and says,"But it's so cute. Finn gave his girlfriend a big teddy bear along with a very heart-touching letter showing his love for her. Isn't that just cute?"
The thing I hate the most about these three idiots is that they are total girls when it comes to boys and make-up. 
I find myself rolling my eyes,"Cute, my ass. What's the big deal about a stupid gift and an even stupider letter?" 
I see all three of them smirk at me.
God, no! They are not gonna bring that shit up again.
"Yeah? Like all those letters of yours addressed to your celebrity crush?" Katy says lifting one of her eyebrows.
Fuck. When are they gonna let go of it?
I put on a sarcastic smile and say,"Now, for the millionth time, I was a junior in middle school and he was not a crush. Plus--"
"You were young and dumb and a typical girl. But now you have changed and you're allergic to stupid things like love," all three of them complete my sentence in unison. Seeing as they have brought this shit up a million times and I've explained using the same lines, it is obvious that they would know it. Well, actually no one is supposed to know about those shits I did as a little girl but all four of us were hanging out at my house in my room and while I went away to do some shits, they got their fucking hands on my diary which was basically addressed to my favorite celebrity. Mind you, favorite celebrity not my celebrity crush.
"Now, let the shit go. I'm sick of it," I tell them in one of my serious tones.
"But you still follow him on social media and keep yourself updated all the time. So it's obvious that he is more then just a celebrity to you," Laura says with a smirk.
"Ooh, I think that would be a crush," Jenny chirps in.
"Totally," another smirk from Katy.
"I'm just keeping myself updated about one of the persons who makes my fucked up life tolerable." 
The only things keeping me sane in this stupid world are books and music. I love to just escape from this fucking world and get lost in the world of music and books.
"And you guys are saying the word 'crush' repeatedly. Do you all wanna get crushed or something?" I say, cracking my knuckles.
My stupid friends being total girls have these 'no violence' shits and all in their minds, but such shits are absent within me. So it's obvious how I actually am.
"Hey, come on," Katy has always been braver from the three,"You don't keep yourself updated all the time about Jodi Picoult,Paulo Coelho and all the other authors and artists who make your life vibrant. It's only you dear Lucas, the man with the angelic voice." 
Lucas. It so happened that while I was a junior in middle school, I saw him on one of those singing shows and I fell in love with his voice. I started listening to his songs more and more often and my interest in him grew as his voice became more angelic. Soon he was so good that he became a public figure and I started following him on social media. In fact, I created all my social media accounts just so I could follow him. And later on as got into high school and as I became less girly, my thoughts regarding everything changed. But Lucas remained. He still remains. You see, I was so much into him and his voice and it became kind of a routine to keep myself updated. So it just felt not right to throw it all away. I just couldn't do it. So, he's still the DP of my social media accounts and I still have journals which I directly address to him. He's a really decent guy and according to my character and personality, I'm not supposed to like him but it happened because it was meant to happen. Now, knock if off.
The idiots giggle at Katy's response. Now, giggling is one the things related to girls.
"Shut up or I'll make you."
"Okay, okay," followed by more giggles. 
I just roll my eyes and get lost in my book world.

"I'm home," I say out loud more to myself. Probably Mum's off to work, Dad's in his and Mum's room watching TV and my grandmother is somewhere doing her out-my-understanding shits. And my brother must be hanging out with his friends either at some game shops or getting high. So, that means no one would really know or care if I'm home or not. And honestly, I like it like that.
I get changed, lie down on my bed and take out my phone. I go on the internet and there are some notifications about new songs and all. I play a few assassination games and by the time I'm done, it's time to prepare dinner. My fucked up society believes that females are to be the ones to do the in-house chores. And as Mum's away for work and grandmother is 'too old to cook', I'm the only female left. So, the fucking job falls on me. All the damn time. 
As I enter the kitchen, my grandma starts yelling, "Why didn't you close the door? The neighboring thief cat got in and ate our Puss's food. How can you be so irresponsible? Being a girl, you should be responsible and careful..." She goes on but I'm stuck at that last line. I feel my blood boil and my jaws tighten. I hate it very much when they use such expressions. "Being a girl..."; "A girl should..." and all those fucked up nonsenses. Really, what the fuck! These lines really piss the hell out of me and I've already had many yelling competitions with my grandma in the past. So I just go grab my phone and earphones and let music build high walls around me as I prepare dinner.

As I wait for the meal to get cooked, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to find my brother with his phone in his hand. "How do you spell 'giraffe'?" 
My brother has never really been the kind of person to give a shit about school so yes,he does suck at things like spellings. And I guess he is one of the reasons for my boyish nature. As he is the elder one, I learned to like the things he liked. Like fighting and all. But I didn't get into two things like him: 1. Drugs and 2. Relationships. I got into everything else. And I'm quite thankful for having him around. 

He goes on to tell me that one of his best friends wanted to break up with his girlfriend and he needed my brother and their other best friend's help. So he shared his Facebook password with them to help him with his break up. Now that's something fun. 
"Give the phone to me. I'll help you with that shit," I tell him, wanting to join the fun. 
But like the stubborn person he is, he refuses and tells me that he just wants to know the spellings. He leaves for his room and I cook the meals as fast as possible to join him.

I lean over his shoulder to see the screen of his phone and I see the girls message,'Just tell me the reason, damn it!'
Ooh, someone's frustrated. Honestly, I hate the girly nature of girls and it's a joy to see them in these kind of situations.
"Why does he want to break up, by the way?" 
"She cheated on him," he tells me casually.
See? This is the thing. Cheating and all those shits. I mean why the hell would anyone want to complicate their already fucked up lives by adding their so-called partners into it? Such a waste if time. 
After a few more exchange of words, they break up and she blocks him. Yeah, right. As if.
This world is so fucking lame. 

I go to my room and scribble some shits in my write-ups book and my journal. Then I go to bed with earphones plugged in.

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A/N
This is the first time I'm writing on the romance genre and I'm not really a romantic person in real life but I tried my best. Hope y'all enjoyed and will enjoy reading into the lives of these characters. 
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Addy Hearst is a girl like no other. The only evidences for the existence of her feelings are her constant eye-rolls, frowns, scoffs and rare smiles. She is a girl who despises other people especially girls and wishes so much to be a boy. But something flickers inside of her when she comes face to face with her childhood celebrity crush, Luke Martinez, from the time while she was a typical girl, and she starts acting differently.
Luke Martinez is a sweet British boy who has managed to charm the world with his angelic voice but he is sick of all the fame and wants to treated like any ordinary person.
 He is very different from the kind of person Addy likes. She doesn't really admit her feelings, even to herself, but her heart has something different in mind. How and in what ways will this hardcore girl's heart be wooed by the decent British boy? Read on and find out.

!warning!
Contains a lot of swear words. Read at your own risk.

(This book has been signed, please rest assured to collect and recommend)
I do n't think it 's appropriate for Ronaldo. I 'm his biggest fan. When he has become a "phenomenon" in the football world, I have just started my career in Brazil. It is a long-cherished dream that I can play with him in the same club. -Kaka
After waiting for the alcohol and marijuana in the house to dissipate, Ricardo sat at the desk. There is an old-fashioned computer on the desk. After booting, I have entered an unknown number of previous Windows systems. Fortunately, he has the memory of the original owner of the body, only to play with this antique stuff.
登陆 After successfully landing and connecting to the Internet, Ricardo began searching the online video highlights of Ronaldo for the past few seasons.
After finding the resources, start downloading.
的 The network speed in this era is still very slow. The slowest network that Ricardo has used before is Gigabit fiber. I feel very speechless about this 512K network.
The waiting time is boring. Seeing the progress, it will take more than two hours to finish. Ricardo intends to simply go out and play the ball.
肯定 There is no shortage of football in the home of football teenagers. He quickly put on his jersey shoes, and without much effort, found a Nike football under the bed. He rubbed the ball upside down, opened the door with the ball and walked out slowly.
Football has never landed. His skills are very good, and this body has also received regular football training. The ball feels very good, so it feels like a fish when the ball is bumped. He has an illusion, if the muscles are not tired, he can go down like this until the land is old.
No one else in the squatter house. Uncle Paul's family should have gone out to watch the ball. There was a home game in São Paulo this afternoon, and Ricardo forgot who his opponent was.
应该 Most of his youth teammates should have rushed to watch the game after the end of training. Only he, alone, hid in the house and anesthetized himself with alcohol and marijuana.
I blame the **** reporter.
When this thought came out, Ricardo was shocked, as if the original owner was still in this body, like a ghost wandering.
But he soon understood that this was just the resentment of the original owner. He doesn't have to compete with the original owner for control, as in the Xiuzhen novel.
From now on, he is the only master of this body.
Pi Lan came to the street with the ball, and Ricardo noticed that many fans passed by in groups, with a cheerful expression.
I should be the previous game, São Paulo successfully won.
As the industrial, financial and cultural center of Brazil, São Paulo, a city with a population of more than 23 million, presents a realistic version of the Twin Cities—a fantasy city with street samba and a carnival of ten thousand people, and a city full of crime, Desperate city of poverty. In this city of 30,000 millionaires and 3 million destitute people, some people fly to work by helicopter, but some people can't afford a football. The huge contrast has convinced the children in the slums that the only equality this world brings to them is the moment they stand on the pitch. In this city, football is the most important thing, there is no one.
Although Ricardo is not from a slum, he is not far behind. If the elder brother Ronaldo became a star, the whole family would rise up, maybe the alcoholic father had taken the family to the abyss.
At this time, Ricardo saw fans on the street wearing "8" jerseys. This era ... should be the day when star Kaka played for São Paulo, known as the treasure of São Paulo. This handsome young boy is loved by all São Paulo fans. Even if he moves to AC Milan next summer, São Paulo fans have Did not forget him.
Until the end of his career, after returning to São Paulo, countless fans wore his No. 8 jersey to greet him.
Speaking of which, Ricardo and Kaka are also destined. Ricardo's father in the past is a crazy fan of Kaka, so he named him Ricardo.
Ricardo turned the ball and walked to a clearing in his memory.
"Ricardo! Ricardo! Ricardo!"
It wasn't until the other party shouted three times that Ricardo realized that he was calling himself. He looked back and saw a dark-skinned, tall boy waving at him while running towards him.
"Rike!" Ricardo thought for a while and called the black boy's name correctly, "Why?"
After I ran to stand in front of Ricardo, Rike only gasped slightly. His gaze stayed on the football that was constantly moving up and down before he looked at Ricardo: "Ricardo, why haven't you come to train again? If this continues, Mr. Mauro will fire you."
There was sincere concern in the words of Rong, and Ricardo naturally heard it, and his heart was warm. He smiled and said, "I will start training tomorrow."
"Tomorrow again?" Rike was clearly not convinced.
真的 "Really, I will definitely go tomorrow. I will not be absent from training in the future." Ricardo said.
"Well ... okay, see you tomorrow. Hope you cheer up as soon as possible, Ricardo! Don't bother with the gossip and use your performance on the court to fight them back!" Rike said sincerely.
"Thank you!" Ricardo responded with a smile. When he was in trouble, almost the whole world was against him, and only a few people stood firmly beside him, including Riko. "Goodbye! Go home quickly!"
"Goodbye."
After Yu Rike turned and walked a few steps, UU read a book www.uukanshu. com only realized afterwards that during the conversation just now, the football on Ricardo's feet has not landed.
马上 He immediately turned his head to see that Ricardo was still jogging the ball, walking slowly and firmly to the distance. This ball feels ... it's absolutely amazing.
"Really worthy of Ronaldo's brother ..." Rick muttered.
Uh ...
Ricardo was still thinking about what happened recently while Panball was heading for the ball. The original owner was a rising star of the São Paulo youth team. Although his physical fitness and skills exceeded those of his peers, he was low-key and never claimed to be Ronaldo's brother.
But in an age where the media is so developed, this is also impossible to hide, so everyone who knows knows it.
I also because of this, some of the children in the team envy him, some want to approach him, and others hate him, and do everything possible to slander him and reject him.
It's nothing. Although the original owner is sensitive and introverted, he cares a little, but this belongs to the threshold of being able to step past.
Until a reporter of a tabloid newspaper investigated the mother of the original owner, Li Mei, and found out that she had leaned against the door to laugh.
Ronaldo's stepmother turned out to be a technical girl? The news made headlines in succession, and many sports media rushed to reprint it.
And some bad teammates of the original owner also used this news to attack him and laugh at him.
After all, the original owner is only a teenager. He is fragile and sensitive. He has fallen from this position, lost his position, and was punished for fighting with his teammates. He went to the bar to buy drunks and fight with others. In a very short period of time, he became a hot star from a hot star. Dismissed on the brink of dismissal.
This is the story of the original owner. Not complicated and sympathetic.
And now I come. Ricardo clenched his fists and everything would be different.

Chinese fringe international Licado became the alien Ronaldo’s half-brother in 2002.

This is a nearly omnipotent Ronaldo who has not been plagued by injuries.

As a huge fan of Ronaldo, Licado is his biggest supporter?

And when he himself picked up the Golden Globe for the first time said, “He [Ronaldo] didn’t lose to me, he wouldn’t lose to anyone,” . He just lost to time … ”

Without a system, without a golden finger, rebirth is his greatest luck.




(translated chinese novel)

"Well, fine! Since I can't do anything about it anymore." He stopped, looked at me and then he took a deep breath. 

"All I wanted to say is that,  you make me smile, in my darkest days, in my lightest nights, in every minute and every second of the day. Even if I'm with you or not, your face just suddenly pops into my mind and the next thing I knew, I'm smiling. Please Cheen, live. For me, live for all of us." Harry said with all emotions on his face. 

"Ok fine let's eat! All the mushiness is making me barf." we all laughed. 

We partied after that disastrous welcome back party, the first time in my life I saw my mom laughed, I think I'm pretty much like her. We both tend to bottle up our feelings and keep them to ourselves. 

I saw James, Kim,  Liz and Harry talking together, Khan is nowhere I sight, I had the urge of pulling Harry out but I realized that James needs his advices right now. 

I left the house and went straight to our front porch; I sat in the swing that my dad made when we were little. I felt the breeze brush my face and I closed my eyes, for that split second I felt normal. It's as if yesterday is only a dream, a dream where in I wished some parts are not real. I wished that the parts about Harry and James and Kim were all real, and just having leukemia is just a dream.

Please, God, please. If I'll be able to live as long as I needed to, for the people who loves me God, please give me a sign, that when I open my eyes I'll see your answer in that bright horizon. Please, if I'll be able to live through that, would you please say yes through a shooting star?

That's the first time I asked Him about signs, I never believed in it. But I need assurance, I need something to hold on to, I need some proof that all of this, that my still holding on would all be worth it. 

I opened my eyes and looked up; the inky blue sky that has been blanketed by millions and millions of stars that I wish in this moment would show me the sign that I was asking for. Is it possible? That out of millions of beautiful stars one would fall magically fall just to fulfill my only wish? I waited. No star fell from the sky. 

"Emotional much?" he asked.  Interrupting my deep thoughts.

I looked at Khan and just smiled, maybe I should give it some time, some kind of deadline. What are the rules in asking signs anyway?

"What did you wish for."  he asked. 

"Shooting star." I whispered. 

Khan didn't answer after that, I can hear his quite breathing and I felt the Khan that I had fallen in love with then, how silly did I acted back then, I used to get his attention in a different way. I smiled at the silly memories that he and I made.

"I'm really sorry. Cheen" 

I looked at him and he is still looking up in the heavens, as if he is saying it to the stars and not to me.

"Why?" 

I said not looking away; I watched his serene face as he breathe in and out, in and out as if it's the most common thing ever yet different. 

"For not being able to notice your feelings for me way back then." he answered.

"That's ok." I smiled, I'm happy that after everything that Khan and I had been through he's still there for me. Unlike some guys that once they knew that they like you they'll act as if you can't live without them. 

"You know I never really wanted to hurt you." 

"I know." 

"Friends till hell freezes over?" 

"Till hell freezes over. I'm happy that Liz has you." 

"You have me too."

"You know what I mean." 

"I'm happy you are able to change Harry." I laughed, he never looked at me, he just continued to look at the skies as if I am there. 

"Look shooting star!" he said as he pointed vaguely at the heavens. 
I look to where he is pointing and saw nothing.

"You missed it. Let's go inside, it's your party remember?" 

I stood up and when Khan finally went inside I stayed behind a little, gazing at the sky where Khan had seen the falling star. 

Is it the sign that I was asking for? But why haven't I seen it? 
What are the rules in asking for signs anyway? 
Is waiting for Your answer worth it? 

I look back at the room filled with the people that I love, and turned once again to the skies and whispered the question that's been bugging me ever since. 
Is it worth it? Is it still worth to keep on fighting? 

Later that day,  I kept myself busy inside my room doing and thinking about things. 

Paulo Coelho once said that if you want something the whole universe conspires just so you can get it, when Khan saw that shooting star I felt somehow relieved, I still am not reassured that I'll live longer but I felt somehow that God heard my prayer, and he's just merely asking me to wait for the answer. 

I have been a whole lot different when I thought I was Cancer free. I rebel almost half of my life, the moment I learned about the meaning of rebel I immediately lived being one. It's fun at times, having that great feeling when you thought you had broken the rules and had gone beyond your limits. Still you have to deal with the consequences. 

Once I drank until my brain just turned into a fuzzy blur, James almost dragged me into the street screaming curses at me as if those will make me sober; those were the days I wished James were dead. 

Fortunately none of my wishes has been answered yet.

Days went by,  and still I have this sickness. But who knows,  I will be over this soon. I hope so. 

Everyone thinks it was the rain, when suddenly I woke up this morning and decided to cut my hair short. 

If there's one thing in the world that I love besides my life, it'll be my hair, but what will be the use of it if after years of having something to be pretty about is being snatched away from you? 

There is something in the rain that morning, that cold and soft pitter-patter of the raindrops that made me realized that there are certain things in life that ought to be sacrificed. Everyone thought that all of this is about the rain, I suppose, they are right. 

"James! Please go with friend" My mom begged, well mostly threatened James as if he is her son too.  She wants James to accompany me to the salon. 

I know how James hated having to wait an hour just because he hated waiting. 

"He doesn't need to mom. I can go there by myself." 

I tried to persuade my mom to just let James off the hook, he's been my personal slave since my stay at the hospital and mind you his work isn't easy. It's gross but yeah, I usually miss the basin and just vomit in him or Harry. 

My mom looked at my dad defeated, he looked at me and I managed to pull a smile. A reassuring smile that everything is just fine. 

"James, go with Cheen." 
James looked at me and I just shrugged. 

We went to the nearest mall just for the sake of it, when we entered some employee ushered me to an empty stool and she whispered, "she's the best stylist in town," she said pointing at a ginger-haired lady, "there are two girls waiting in line but here's the deal give me your friend's phone number and I'll just pretend not to notice them."

The perks of having a handsome friend. If only they know that his really gay and just act like a man "Sure," I managed with a smile. 

Just then the ginger-haired girl walked towards me and then smiled a little to fake, "What would you want?"

"Chop it off." 

She looked at me as if I had just landed from Mars or something. "You serious?" she asked amusingly 

"Yes please" I answered

"But your hair is so pretty!" She said trying to convince me then. 

"Well…" 

"Hey." She said cutting me mid-sentence, "Will you donate it to some cancer kids? I know someone who helps in charity and she's been coming here often to collect some hair and then she makes it into wigs, your hair will surely make a perfect one. It's for a good cause."

I just nodded at her. Yes it will be a big help indeed.

There's no such thing as number of Heartbeats.
For as long as your heart knows what forever means, then it is possible that even in death,  it may still be beating.

Chapter Two
THE LAST FILM PROJECT

[WIN]

TODAY IS Thursday. Napapadalas na ang pagsama ko sa squad nila Archi at Helen. Tanging si Archi at Akashi lang ang nakakausap ko habang nilalayuan ko naman si Helen. Her request is been two days already but I really felt like she was backstabbing her friend. Tama naman ang pakay nya but pwede namang imbis na magsumbong sya eh pangaralan nya na lang ang mga friends nya.

Am I bad? It sounds like na parang pinapanigan ko pa ang mga gawain ng friends nya 'di ba? Feeling ko kasi ay ang panget na makitang sinasaksak nya patalikod ang mga kaibigan nya.

About Rina and Paulo, sila ang dahilan ng malagiang kong pagsama sa squad ni Archi. 'di ko mapigilan 'di tumulong kela Rina at Paulo. Kahapon natapunan ni Rina ang makeup kit ni Venice kaya tinapunan ng spaghetti ni Venice si Rina.

I was angry yesterday though mas pinili kong tulungan na lang si Rina kesa tumayo at magalit. I gave Rina ny spare uniform while the others are calming Venice.

Paulo, on the other day, was punched in his face dahil sa pagtitig nito kay Anica. Sino pa ba ang sasapak sa kanya? The boyfriend, Luis. Si Rudolf naman, na akala kong aawat, ay nakisapak din kaya napilitan kami ni Archi at Akashi na awatin sila.

Nagsumbong ako? Yes, I did what Helen requested pero hindi gano'n kalala ang sumbong ko. I just said that it was misunderstanding and those four got detentioned for almost two hours at sinisisi nila si Archi kaya naguilty din ako.

"Hey Sandoval! Alam mo na ba kung sino yung nagsumbong?"napataas ang tingin ko nang tanungin ako ni Grace. Tsk. They didn't know that the person they asked was the one who told the Dean about the chaos.

Napaikot ang mata ko. Nasasanay na silang tawagin ako sa apelyido ko kahit na may matino akong pangalan. If they called me by my name then I would be happy but they not so I end up sighing and rolling eyes for the nth time. 

"Nope and I won't know. Ako nga ang nagsumbong kaya maniwala na lang kayo,"I heard them uttered 'tss'. Yes, 'di sila naniniwalang ako ang nagsumbong dahil sabi 'nila' it is either the four; Archi, Helen, Rina or Paulo.

"Nonsense Sandoval. Alam naming 'di mo gagawin 'yun dahil galit-galit kayo ng Mom mo,"napataas ang kilay ko sa sinabi ni Sarah. How come she knew that me and my Mom had a small war?

Naramdaman nya ang pagtitig ko sa kanya kaya mabilis syang napatawa at nagkibitbalikat.

"What? I had ears everywhere Sandoval. You got my interest kaya I also had been watching you,"Sarah said in the middle of her laughs. Geez! Stalker! Tumayo ako at padabog na ihinampas ang plato sa mesa dahilan para makuha ang atensyon nila.

"I'm full. Rina, Paulo, sumunod kayo sa akin pagkatapos nyo,"I said. Lately, naging trio na kami nila Rina at Paulo though Paulo was distant sometimes. Lagi syang may kausap sa phone.

The two of them nod and eating their foods fast. Umalis na ako at inubos ang juice ko at niyupi ito. While I was making my way out, narinig ko ang malakas nilang pagtawa.

"Pikon HAHAHAHA."

"You really stalked her? Unbelievable! HAHAHAHAHAHA."

"Her face was funny! Really funny!"

"Tigilan nyo nga si Win!"

"Stop pestering her!"

So Helen and Archi defended me huh? Tsk. Pagkaalis ko ay dumaretso na ako sa tambayan namin nila Rina at Paulo.

Time passed at si Rina lang ang nagpakita. Sinabi nyang may emergency si Paulo kaya umalis sya.

Nakaupo kami habang inuubos ang oras ng lunchbreak. Rina was smarter than me kaya madali lang sa kanya ang hindi na magreview habang ako ay naghihingalo lagi ang grades.

"Know what, pansin kong may kakaiba kay Paulo?"she started making my gaze diverted to her. Napakunot ang noo ko. Kakaiba? Higit sa lagi syang may kausap sa phone?

"How come? I don't find anything about him weird,"saad ko at napahinto sya sa pagbabasa ng kanyang libro. Tumingin sya sa aking mata. She is indeed a nerd. May makapal na kilay, may makapal na salamin, magulo ang buhok, at balot na balot ng damit.

"Look at his body. Ang ganda-ganda tapos ang laki-laki ng mga muscles nya tapos tatanga-tanga sya? That's weird! Look at his actions, sa laki ng katawan nya hirap syang magbuhat ng mga plastic bags?"napaisip tuloy ako sa sinabi. What she said was I think somehow true.

Totoong malaki at halatang maganda ang hubog ng katawan ni Paulo. Nakakapagtaka nga dahil magkalayo ang cute na muka ni Paulo sa maskulado nyang katawan. Napaisip ako sa sinabi ni Rina pero mabilis na umiling.

"Never judge a book by its cover,"makahulugang saad ko. Napakurap ang mata ni Rina at bahagyang tumango.

"Ah sorry, medyo judgmental ako eh,"at napatawa sya. Ibinalik ko na ang tingin sa nirereview ko.

***

Friday ngayon at hinihintay ko na lang na matapos ang klase. Mamaya na namin malalaman ang ginawang istorya nila Rina at Paulo. Sila kasi ang naassign na gumawa ng storya at script at 'di ko na inabalang alamin ang ginawa nila dahil gusto kong masurprise kahit papaano.

About sa genre ng story, thankful ako na hindi ito romance dahil naiirita na ako sa puro romance na palabas. Bitter na kung bitter. Ayon kay Miss Coleen, ang presidente ng club, Mystery/Thriller or Horror ang genre ng story 

Naglalakad ako papunta sa clubroom. Same hallway, same black door. Matapos ang tatlong katok ay bumukas ang pinto at sinalubong ako ni Tristan, the drama club's vice president.

Binuksan nya ang pinto ay pinapasok ako. Nasalubong ko din si Amelia na isang photographer na kumukuha lagi ng litrato for documentaries.

Nandoon na ang squad habang sila Rina at Paulo naman ay nasa harapan at lima silang nando'n kasama ang drama club's president.

Umupo ako sa tabi ni Archi at sinimulan ng magsalita ni Miss Coleen, ang nagbigay ng proyekto tungkol sa paggawa ng pelikula.

She cleared her throat before spilling what she had. Umayos ako ng upo habang ang lahat ay nakatingin sa harap at tahimik.

"Nabasa ko na ang isinulat na scripts at plot nila Rina at Paulo. And I accepted their work dahil maganda ang pagkakagawa. It is both Mystery/Thriller and Horror story and it is temporarily titled as 'The Murder Entries'. Mind telling what the story about?"pagkatapos magsalita ni Miss Coleen ay ipinakwento nya kay Rina at Paulo ang tungkol sa kanilang kwento.

"Out story was inspired by Blood Crayons though walang larong magaganap."panimula ni Rina. Nakangiti lamang ang mga ilang officer sa gilid habang nakikinig.

"Ang twist, isang miyembro ng isang grupo ang 'di nila inaakalang mamamatay tao. May dahilan kung ba't sila pinatay at 'yun ay dahil nabully yung isang tao na 'yon nung kabataan nila at 'di nila nakilala ying taong iyon matapos ang ilang taon,"Paulo explained. Ang mga sumunod na detalye ay mabusisi namang sinaad ni Rina at isa-isa kaming napatayo pagkatapos.

Napakurap pa nga ako matapos marinig ang istorya. Biglang pumalakpak si Miss Coleen dahilan para mapapalakpak kaming lahat.

Karamihan sa amin ay 'di makapaniwala. Hearing the plot made me felt shivers down in my spine. Ngayon pa lang ay kinikilabutan na ako.

"That's a masterpiece!"rinig naming sigaw ni Tristan.

"Whoah! Never thought na makakagawa kayo ng isang obra-maestra!"Rudolf exclaimed.

Maganda yung story sa totoo lang pero ang creepy. Why? Puro patayan ang mangyayari. It was titled 'The Murder Entries' dahil isa itong compilation kung paano pinatay ang isang grupo ng magkakaibigan. 

Napaupo na kami nang paupuin kami ni Miss Coleen. She stood in front with two beautiful creature. 'di talaga maitatanggi ang ganda at gwapo ng kasama nya.

"This is Selene Astreja and James Wendlin from Theater Club. I asked for their help para turuan kayo ng maayos na pag-arte. Naniniwala naman ako sa inyo pero dahil kakaibang level na ito, kailangan na din natin ng pangmataasang aktor at aktres. Kayo na ang bahala kung isasama nyo sila sa film or not. Si Tristan and Amelia din ay sasama sa inyo para bantayan kayo so planuhin nyo na kung saan kayo magshoshoot. Okay, club dismissed."

Nagsitayuan na kami nang matapos ang meeting. Yung mga lalaki ay pinupuri sila Rina at Paulo sa sinulat nilang storya. Naexcite ang karamihan sa mga lalaki at kaming mga babae ay medyo naexcite. 'di naman kasi lahat kami ay kasali sa film kaya medyo 'di interesting.

Sinabi din ni Tristan na sya ang gagawa ng groupchat para pag-usapan kung saan ang shooting. 

'di ko na ginulo sila Rina at Paulo habang pinupuri sila dahil mas okay naman na siguro dahil para 'di na sila ibully ng squad.

Papalabas na ako ng clubroom nang may humawak sa kamay ko kaya napahinto ako at napatingin sa kung sino mang iyon at nanlaki ang mata ko. It was Helen who held my hand.

Yumuko ito at hinarap ko sya. Iniiwasan ko sya pero 'pag gan'to na kakausapin nya ako ay 'di ako iiwas. If she was asking for me to request again and use my surname then I'll be straight to the point to decline her request.

"S-sorry about sa hiniling ko sayo. Maybe 'yun ang dahilan kung ba't mo ako iniiwasan,"she said. Bigla akong sumagot dahil medyo naguilty din ako. Isa sya sa mabait sa buong squad.

"Sorry too kung bakit 'di ko magawa ang request mo. You heard it from Grace right, may gera sa pagitan ko at pamilya ko kaya sana maintindihan mo,"saad ko. Mabilis na tumaas ang ulo nya at pilit na ngumiti.

"Sorry talaga. Pero may gusto pa akong irequest. Don't worry 'di 'to about sa kanila or about sa pamilya mo,"saad nya dahilan para mapakunot ang noo ko.

"I-i want to be friends with you,"nahihiyang saad nya. 'di ko alam ay napangiti ako at hinawakan ang kamay nya at nakipagshake hands.

"Friends,"nakangiti kong saad at umalis na. Kailangan ko din kasing umuwi ng maaga kaya kailangan kong umuwi agad.

Iniwan ko syang nakatayo malapit sa pinto ng clubroom habang nakatulala. She maybe not expecting me to accept her as my friend. Mabait naman sya pero nainis lang ako sa nauna nyang hiniling.

[CHAPTER 2]

Back to Sao Paulo, Huang Xuan just rested for one day. He rented a helicopter and flew to the office of Shengfeng Company.
Shengfeng Company mainly dealt in farm products that were sold in the home market and was headquartered in Sao Paulo. 
Direta Street was one of the main business centers in Brazil. The headquarters of Shengfeng Company was on the 21st floor of Bento Building, where there was a staff of one hundred people, the middle management of which were basically all Brazilians.
Just like most of the buildings in Sao Paulo, there were four helicopter parking lots on the roof of Bento Building, one of which was public. Huang Xuan didn’t call Huang Youwei until he had got off the plane.
“I have arrived at the office.”
He Ceng was already waiting at the elevator with several high executives. He greeted Huang Xuan first, walked close to Huang Xuan and said in Chinese, “The general manager has just gone out, so he asked me to receive you.” 
Huang Xuan nodded slightly at the other people and walked into the gate with Chinese and Portuguese characters on.
Most of Shengfeng staff were stationed on the farms surrounded by a 120,000 hectares savannah, i.e. 1,200 square kilometers, covering seven states in the midwest, where the staff of Shengfeng Company was distributed. Sao Paulo was the most concentrated, where functional departments like human resource, finance, and import and export trade were established.
The staff all stood up and clapped their hands. Huang Xuan who hadn’t seen such a scene was caught on the hop and clapped his hands too, saying in Portuguese with a slight bow, “How warm you are! Thank you very much!”
His Portuguese was already excellent. Actually, the Portuguese spoken by the Spanish and that by the Portuguese were greatly different. But since Huang Xuan was just a teenager who was new in Brazil, he still had amazed the people present. Seeing Huang Xuan walking toward a room with a sign saying “General Manager” on, He Ceng’s face became tense. Before he could stop, Huang Xuan had already pushed in.
Huang Youwei was savoring tea, lying on the back of the chair.
“Manager Huang, you are back,” Huang Xuan said.
“What?” Huang Youwei sat up quickly in surprise and almost bumped into the table in front. Seeing that He Ceng who was behind Huang Xuan kept blinking at him, he said, “Yes.” 
The words on the door were Portuguese. The two hadn’t expected that Huang Xuan had learned Portuguese within days. 
“Good.”
Huang Xuan sat on Huang Youwei’s chair and said to the crowd at the door, “Let’s have a meeting. The ones who are managers, all come in.”
More than twenty people walked in noisily, including three general managers, several department managers and financial managers, among whom were only eight Chinese. Huang Xuan continued in Portuguese, “Have a seat, please. I am your boss. You have known it, right?”
The company had made an announcement a month ago, so the crowd nodded.
“Then do you know that I have taken over the managerial authority of the company?”
A clamor rose from the crowd. Huang Youwei was angry. He hadn’t expected that Huang Xuan would be so anxious to take his place. On the other hand, he sneered at Huang Xuan’s being so young and naive.
“We didn’t know about this!” a man shouted. “Certainly, the managerial authority should be given to someone experienced.”
Everybody heard him clearly. The room was suddenly quiet.
Huang Xuan glanced at the man. It was Li Minpu, the manager of the declaration department, who was in his early thirties, with a conceited look and tall eyebrows, just like a rooster ready to fight.
Huang Youwei had been working in Shengfeng for four years, during which the high executives had all ganged up solidly. Even Zhang Xinyi wouldn’t be able to do anything about them in a short time. To restructure this company would even be harder than to rebuild it.
Huang Xuan tapped on the table and said, “Anyway, you know about it now. Do you have any problems with it?”
The crowd responded faintly, but Huang Xuan wasn’t offended. He turned his head and said to Huang Youwei, “There isn’t much time left today. I want to have a look at the accounts to gain a general understanding of the situation.”
A secretary came and handed Huang Xuan the accounts immediately, but Huang Xuan said, “I mean the original ones.”
Huang Youwei almost burst into laughter. “The original accounts. Kid, can you understand them? The documentary that has filled a dozen cupboards can blind you.”
Li Minpu just stood there, clueless about what to do. The two vice managers shook their heads at him. Huang Xuan didn’t see it. He stared at the secretary and yelled, “Why are you still here? Go!”
“Don’t you hear him? Hurry!” Huang Youwei shouted to stop himself from laughing.
“Which period of accounts should I fetch?” The secretary was in an awkward situation.
“Start from three years ago. Get some help if you can’t carry them by yourself.” Huang Xuan sipped a mouthful of tea, betraying no emotions, and then leaned deeply against the back of the chair.
The meeting room quieted down at once. Huang Youwei bit his gums and held his head high. The accounts were indeed questionable. But these had been doctored a long time ago. Even the tax inspectors wouldn’t necessarily be able to find the evidence. 
The original accounts were carried in. Dust rose, and people withdrew to avoid it. Some were tapping their suits. Only Huang Xuan remained on the chair and started reading from the first page. The accounts were complicated with day-to-day accounts, invoices, stubs, and so on, exhausting to read.
However, Huang Xuan’s way of audit was unique. He just turned the pages and took some pages out randomly. The invoices, accounts, and stubs were put into three piles on the table, of which, one was OK, and the other two were questionable.
After about half an hour, Huang Xuan was finished with the accounts of one year. He stopped to have a break. After drinking some tea, he gestured to the financial manager and said, “You, come over. I have some questions for you.”
The financial manager was Liu Hong, who was around 50 years old with a round belly and a round face. He walked over with a big smile and said in Chinese, “Huang Gongzi, what can I do for you?”
“Call me boss,” Huang Xuan said in Portuguese.
“Yes, boss.”
It sounded awkward. Huang Xuan looked at him with one squinting eye and pulled some invoices out from the top of the questionable pile. He flipped some pages, then put them down and asked, “Can you tell me why this invoice was printed on a different printer?”
Liu Hong had been an accountant for 30 years, but he had never been asked such a question. He looked left and right and answered, “It is possible. Maybe the printer broke down, or I printed the invoices separately.”
“Really? So it happened to be the middle piece, and when it came to the next one, the printer worked well again?” Huang Xuan said.
It required specialized equipment to detect which printer had been used. Liu Hong thought someone on his own team must have betrayed him. Before he could figure it out, Huang Xuan pulled out some check stubs and invoices and asked again, “Why these invoices were printed three months after the money had been withdrawn?”
Liu Hong had tried so hard to maintain a smile it seemed that the muscle had frozen on his face. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily, took over the invoices and pretended to look.
“You must have made a mistake. The dates are the same.”
“They were dated the same, but there is a time difference of three months between the inks used.”
“How come?” Liu Hong’s hands were shaking. He peeked at Huang Youwei. This invoice was his first one-million income, for which he had helped Huang Youwei embezzle 10 million dollars. After that, he had tempered with the accounts. He hadn’t expected that someone could even tell the time of the ink with naked eyes.
Huang Xuan smiled. He didn’t need Liu Hong to confession. He had known everything through Rolin. Huang Youwei had helped his first grandfather earn a lot of money in the past. It wouldn’t have been found out if Huang Xuan hadn’t come so soon.
He Ceng coughed and was trying to speak. Huang Xuan stared at him angrily, picked up another account book and continued, “Your name is Liu Hong, isn’t it? Now you tell me, why the pages in the middle of this account book have been replaced?”
Liu Hong took the book over with shaking hands, wondering what had gone wrong. Huang Xuan picked up another one. The room watched everything in shock, including Huang Youwei. When the Brazilians were looking at Huang Xuan with admiration, he dropped the account book and said to the secretary calmly, “Call the police.”
“Please don’t!” Liu Hong’s mouth crooked with fright as if he had been in a stroke. He threw himself on the table, hands stretching for Huang Xuan, saying, “Huang Gongzi, no, boss, boss, for the sake of the five years I have worked for Shengfeng.”
Meng Quhao who had been silent for a long time also pleaded on Liu Hong’s half, “Boss, this is all business. It’s better that we handle it internally.” Privately, he was worried that this young boss he couldn’t see through would get everyone into trouble.
He Ceng echoed his views. Then came all kinds of pleas and persuasion from the crowd. If Huang Xuan was just aimed at the managerial authority of Shengfeng, he might have let it go easily. Unfortunately, he was scornful of Shengfeng, which was worth nearly 150 million dollars but made a profit of only 10 million. The family businesses at home shared all the rest and had signed a five-year contract as a result of compromise.
Huang Xuan wasn’t moved at all. He said to the secretary seriously and clearly, “Call the police.”
By this, he was actually telling those arrogant family members, “I am here. I am fine.”
 


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



Ren Tian Você entrou na floresta e rapidamente encontrou vestígios de uma besta mágica de classe baixa. Logo um coelho branco apareceu na frente dele. Pela sua memória, ele sabia que este coelho era um animal mágico de classe 1 chamado 'Coelho Rumbling'. Além de disparar Flecha de Água, não poderia fazer nada.

Ele rapidamente avança em direção àquele coelho, e neste momento o Rumbling Rabbit também o observa. Diante dele, disparou uma flecha de água, virou-se e começou a correr.

Nesse momento, seu corpo entrou em erupção repentinamente com um brilho fraco de cor branca, esse era o cultivo original do qi da batalha. No entanto, essa quantidade de qi da batalha era muito baixa e envolvia seu corpo extremamente fraco. Parecia que poderia desaparecer a qualquer momento e ele só poderia usá-lo por um período extremamente curto de tempo.

E seu novo cultivo de chakra estava ainda mais ausente, afinal ele só cultivou o chakra por algumas horas.

Com a ajuda de seu qi de batalha, ele desviou da Flecha d'Água e correu em direção ao Coelho Rumbling e o atacou com o punho.


"Peng!"

Seu punho pousou no Rumbling Rabbit, fazendo com que o Rumbling Rabbit voasse e rolasse no chão. Após o que desmaiou diretamente.

Ele correu em direção ao coelho desmaiado, pegou-o pelas orelhas e depois terminou sua vida torcendo o pescoço com a outra mão.

"Ding: Parabéns, anfitrião por matar sua primeira besta mágica, Rumbling Rabbit. Você ganhou 10 pontos no sistema. "

Naquele momento, a voz do sistema tocou em seu ouvido. Depois disso, ele abriu o sistema. Com certeza, seus pontos de sistema já haviam aumentado para 110. Nada mal, caçar e obter pontos de sistema, não é um negócio ruim.

"Ainda assim, esta batalha de qi é muito boa."

Ele pensou por um tempo, mesmo com esse fraco qi de batalha, sua velocidade e poder de ataque aumentaram subitamente.

"Este sistema de cultivo merece ser chamado de herança de milhões de anos do Continente do Vento Divino. Mas eu tenho ninjutsu, então não preciso me preocupar muito com esta batalha de qi. "

Ele levantou o cadáver do Coelho Rumbling, caminhou em direção ao riacho e começou a descascar a pele. Originalmente, fazer esse tipo de coisa era bastante difícil para o anterior, mas agora ele tinha qi de batalha, então agora era bem fácil.

No entanto, depois de retirar completamente a pele, a preocupação apareceu em seu rosto. "Depois de todo esse tempo eu, seu pai não tem fogo ah." Seu qi de batalha não foi atribuído ao fogo, mas o vento atribuiu ao qi de batalha. Ninjutsu de fogo !? Ele havia cultivado o chakra apenas por algumas horas e não conhecia nem o taijutsu mais simples que era o mais fácil entre os três, sem mencionar o ninjutsu no estilo fogo.


"F ** k, eu, seu pai não pode comer cru."

Ele sombriamente coçou a cabeça e olhou para a carne de coelho. Ele pensou em comê-lo cru, mas vendo que a carne ainda estava pingando sangue, ele não conseguiu.

"Não há outra maneira senão me forçar a usar os modos de nossos ancestrais, perfurar madeira para fazer fogo."

Por falar nisso, ele já ia morrer de fome. Então ele se forçou a se levantar e procurar um pedaço de madeira morta. Depois disso, encontrou um pequeno galho, colocou um pouco de grama seca e, com um olhar sério, começou a girar e torcer o galho acima do pedaço de árvore morta.

"Pelo bem da comida, aposte tudo!"

Sob a rápida rotação e torção, ele viu um pouco de fumaça emergir acima do pedaço de madeira morta, e rapidamente depois disso uma onda de chamas foi acesa. [ED: Isso não é nem de longe tão fácil quanto isso em nosso mundo]

"Ha ha, pegou fogo, eu, seu pai não precisa mais comer carne crua como um bárbaro."

Vendo o fogo, ele ficou tão feliz que quase pulou. Por fim, ele não precisava mais comer carne crua. Ele imediatamente ficou perto do fogo, perfurou um galho na carne de coelho e começou a assá-la. Após cerca de meia hora, ele não conseguia mais aguentar a fome e os pássaros flutuavam em torno da carne assada por causa de seu aroma.

"Finalmente pronto."

Usando seu qi de batalha para envolver a mão para lidar com o calor, ele rapidamente pegou a carne, rasgou e jogou um pouco na boca.


"Hum, embora não houvesse tempero, essa carne de animal mágico ainda é deliciosa. Oleosa, mas não gordurosa, inesperadamente comparada a essa carne, a carne da Terra é tão opaca e seca quanto a casca, e não é oleosa, mas gordurosa até a morte. "

Ele comeu toda a carne de coelho em pouco tempo. Ele ficou surpreso, mesmo depois que a carne entrou em seu estômago, ele ainda estava com fome.

"Não é de admirar que todos os ninjas dentro de Naruto tenham grande apetite, Naruto em particular até comeu 8 tigelas grandes de ramen. Naquela época, eu tinha batido secretamente meus lábios em desaprovação por Kishimoto. Eu não esperava que cultivar chakra consumisse tanta energia do corpo ah. " Ele lembrou o momento em que estava assistindo Naruto e aqueles ninjas com um enorme apetite. Não é de admirar que esses ninjas frequentemente realizassem tarefas para ganhar dinheiro. Caso contrário, apenas comer os tornaria pobres.

De nenhuma outra maneira, ele se forçou a ficar de pé e ir caçar. Ele continuou a caçar e comer Coelhos Rumbling até ficar completamente cheio.

"* Arroto * ... finalmente cheio."

Ele finalmente soltou um arroto de satisfação. Vendo os ossos dos Coelhos Rumbling ao seu redor, ele não pôde deixar de corar de vergonha, pois nunca pensou que ele também se tornaria um glutão. Se estivesse na Terra, comer metade dessa carne de coelho seria incrível para ele.

Depois de terminar de comer, ele decidiu continuar cultivando seu chakra. Este mundo não era como o seu mundo anterior, aqui uma única pessoa pode simplesmente atirar uma pedra e matar 8 em cada 10 pessoas que são mais fortes que ele. Sem mencionar ele.

Além disso, anteriormente na Terra, ele gostava muito e sonhava em se tornar um ninja, e agora teve a chance de realizar esse sonho. Então, como ele não pode estar animado para cultivar chakra?

"Ah, está certo, ainda não conheço meu atributo de chakra."

Pensando em cultivar chakra, ele estava curioso sobre seu atributo. Finalmente, para conhecer seu atributo de chakra, ele não pôde deixar de ficar excitado.


"Mas eu não tenho nenhum papel de teste de atributo de chakra ah".

Ele estava muito impaciente por conhecer seus atributos de chakra, mas para isso ele precisava de um papel de teste de chakra.

"Oh, está certo, por que sou tão estúpido? Eu já tenho o sistema Naruto.

Ele bateu a cabeça e também se amaldiçoou, apressadamente abriu o Sistema Naruto e foi para a Loja. Graças a esse sistema, ele aprendeu ninjutsu e começou a aprender a cultivar chakra e não prestou atenção a esse sistema de lojas. Agora foi a primeira vez que ele se abriu para vê-lo. Deus do céu, dentro da loja havia uma grande variedade de coisas. Havia ferramentas ninjas básicas como kunai, shuriken, papel detonador e todos os outros itens essenciais, na medida em que havia até as roupas de todos os personagens principais do mundo Naruto, como as roupas de Naruto, as de Sasuke, as de Akatuski e até diferentes tipos de máscaras. . E havia até o que o deixava completamente envergonhado, que era um isqueiro, um isqueiro correto. Agora mesmo ele havia perfurado uma lenha para fazer fogo, mas aqui encontrou um isqueiro, o que o deixou deprimido.

O isqueiro pode ser trocado por 2 pontos do sistema que ele trocou imediatamente. E depois disso, ele encontrou o papel de teste de atributos de chakra também, que poderia ser trocado por 10 pontos do sistema. Ele imediatamente trocou também.

Depois disso, ele desligou o sistema e tirou o papel de teste de chakra que havia trocado apenas um momento atrás. Lentamente, ele começou a canalizar um pouco de seu chakra para este papel.

Como o próprio nome sugere, o papel de teste de atributo do chakra é um tipo de papel que testa o atributo do chakra. Os atributos do chakra são classificados em fogo, vento, terra, água e iluminação. Se o chakra é atributo de fogo, este papel queima, se é atributo de vento, se divide em dois; se é atributo de terra, se desintegra; se é atributo de água, fica molhado e, finalmente, se é atributo de raio. então vai enrugar. Se você tiver todos os 5 atributos, uma parte será queimada, uma parte será aberta, uma parte será desintegrada, uma parte ficará molhada e a última parte ficará enrugada.

E quando Ren Tian You canalizou seu chakra para este papel, primeiro o papel enrugou, depois se partiu em dois e finalmente uma parte pegou o fogo.

"Inesperadamente, meu chakra é atribuído 3 - raios, vento e fogo, tenho muita sorte. No entanto, esse atributo de fogo deve ser por causa do Sharingan.

Todos os membros do clã Uchiha, tendo o Sharingan, são mestres naturais do estilo do fogo. E agora Ren Tian You estava bastante animado, pois todo o seu atributo era orientado a ataques.


Com o atributo relâmpago, ele poderia aprender Chidori ou Raikiri e, além disso, a classe S ninjutsu - Kirin. Com o atributo vento, ele aprendeu o super ninjutsu da classe BUG que admirava há muito tempo - Rasenshuriken. O poder dos atributos de fogo não é ruim, ele viu Madara lançar 'Katon: Gouka Mekkyaku' [Estilo de Fogo: Chama Destruidora Majestosa] e somente depois que outros dez ninjas lançaram o Water Wall Jutsu eles o bloquearam.

Depois de conhecer seus próprios atributos de chakra, ele começou a cultivá-lo de muito bom humor.

No continente do vento divino, existe um sistema de cultivo - douqi, ilusão e magia.

Ren Tian Você era fã de Naruto, e um único momento de descuido o levou a chegar ao mundo diferente.

Inesperadamente, apenas para descobrir que seu corpo possuía o sistema Naruto!

O que? Você usará o douqi! Eu, o taijutsu do seu pai também não é fraco! Olhe para a minha dança das sombras!

O que? Você vai usar ilusões! Eu, seu pai, no entanto, tenho o ancestral de todas as ilusões, Sharingan! Olhe para o meu Tsukuyomi!

O que? Você é um mágico! Eu, seu pai sou um ninja! Veja o meu estilo de fogo - grande bola de fogo!

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Lucio me guiou pela floresta enquanto explicava o que era ser um vampiro.
Uma raça com habilidades magicas e físicas, apesar de não serem excepcionais em nenhuma das duas, ainda confrontam em pé de igualdade muitas raças, em combate são conhecidos pela grande velocidade.
No quesito aparência sou basicamente um exemplo vivo, basicamente um humano com a pele muito branca, apesar de meus olhos não estarem vermelhos ainda, de acordo com Lucio isso aconteceria apenas quando bebesse sangue humano pela primeira vez.
— Pelo que pude notar em seus status você tem grande potencial, não tínhamos alguém adorado pelos deuses a séculos. — Lucio fala sorrindo.
Essa era uma das minhas bençãos que havia recebido, no entanto ele não disse nada sobre a outra, talvez não possa ver?
— Isso é algo bom? — Pergunto, mas dessa vez não por estar tentando me fazer de desentendido e sim para que possa descobrir mais sobre como os vampiros pensam.
— Obviamente, aqueles que são adorados pelos deuses normalmente realizam grandes coisas. — Ele fala com bastante empolgação. — Os humanos têm os chamados heróis, os demônios os reis demônios, nem todos aqueles adorados por deuses chegam a esse patamar, mas normalmente já serão incomparáveis com seres normais.
Ouvindo Lucio falar acabo percebendo algumas coisas, ele não havia falado sobre minha resistência ao sol e a segunda bênção. Me pergunto se ele está ignorando ou simplesmente não pode ver.
De acordo com o |deus estagiário| a resistência completa ao sol é algo adquirido em milênios, então provavelmente seria algo muito alarmante um vampiro novato com tal resistência.
Seguimos caminhando por mais algum tempo, Lucio ia me dando várias explicações básicas sobre os vampiros. Ele para do nada e põe seu braço em minha frente, me parando também.
— O que— Tento perguntar o que estava acontecendo, mas sou interrompido por Lucio.
— Um coelho — responde apontando para frente. — Essa é uma boa oportunidade, tente pegá-lo.
Após terminar de falar Lucio me empurra para frente, isso me faz dar dois pequenos passos em direção ao animal, no entanto não foi o bastante para ele fugir.
— Tente se concentrar, não pense em nada além do coelho. — Lucio começa a falar mais baixo ainda, talvez para evitar que o animal se assuste. — Você irá conseguir facilmente, apenas tente.
Tenho apenas seguir seus comandos, primeiro não pensar em nada além da sua presa, tenho a sensação mundo ao meu redor parece ficar um pouco mais devagar, o cheiro do animal fica mais forte e entra em seu nariz.
— Tão fácil assim? — Lucio murmura.
Os batimentos podiam ser ouvidos agora, era como se pudesse até mesmo ouvir o sangue correr pelas veias do pequeno animal, neste momento me sinto mais consciente de minhas presas, elas estavam lá antes, mas agora de alguma forma elas estavam coçando levemente.
— Pegue-o antes que fuja — diz Lucio.
Consigo sentir a mesma coisa de antes quando me encontrei com Lucio, aquilo era instinto assassino, estava dirigindo minha hostilidade ao coelho, talvez sentindo isso ele tenta fugir, mas meu corpo parece se mover sozinho por um instante, a distância entre nós diminui rapidamente.
Minhas unhas apesar de não estarem tão grandes eram meio pontudas, como se fossem garras, elas entram na carne daquele animal.
~Ganho de 30 xp~
Uma mensagem aparece em minha visão na mesma hora, pelo jeito o coelho morreu, as letras apareceram e sumiram devagar logo em seguida, realmente um jogo.
— Parabéns! Provavelmente apareceram algumas letras na sua visão, chamamos isso de aviso, sempre que ocorre algo importante ou você conquista algo aparecerá estás mensagens. — Lucio começa a explicar.
Todo a mão do coelho, meus dedos estavam cheios de sangue, isso acaba me dando um forte desejo de lamber os dedos e devorar aquele coelho, mesmo estando cru, mas consegue se focar na explicação de Lucio.
— Esse aviso que você recebeu agora foi de ganho de experiência, costumamos chamar de xp, são pontos que depois de ganharmos certa quantidade podemos subir de nível e aumentar nossa força assim, normalmente para passarmos do nível um nós vampiros precisamos de cem coelhos. — Lucio termina sua explicação.
Apesar de sua explicação rasa ainda conseguia o entender, talvez se eu não viesse de um mundo diferente a explicação não seria suficiente, no entanto esse não era o caso.
Esse mundo funcionava como um jogo, então eles nem ao menos questionam o porquê de existir coisas como xp e níveis.
Pela explicação pode-se entender algumas coisas, para um vampiro subir do nível para o dois eram necessários dois mil xp, os coelhos dão vinte xp para as pessoas normais, no entanto ele tinha a benção |Boost xp 50%|, então seu ganho era maior.
— Vampiros podem beber sangue de animais? — Falo ainda olhando minha mão, aquele sangue escorrendo.
— Podemos, normalmente apenas aqueles não combatentes tomam sangue animais, o sangue de criaturas humanoides nos sacia mais. — Lucio explica.
Perdendo contra minha própria força de vontade levo um de meus dedos a boca, no mesmo momento começo a fazer isso com todos aqueles sujos de sangue.
— É verdade, você nunca provou sangue, apenas aproveite. — Lucio fala dando uma risada.
O sabor de sangue era provavelmente a coisa mais gostosa que já havia provado, pelo menos esse era o sentimento. Após terminar de lamber seus dedos pego o coelho e o mordo.
Em minha antiga vida provavelmente uma das coisas em que mais me destacava era o autocontrole, no entanto isso era apenas impossível naquele momento, meus instintos apenas assumiram o controle.
No fim não se podia reconhecer mais o pobre animal.
Após esse pequeno incidente haviam agora três vampiros ao redor de uma fogueira, alguns coelhos estavam sendo fritos nela.
— Você não faz ideia de como é bom ver um novato. — Uma garota que estava junto a eles fala. — Finalmente não sou a mais jovem.
Essa era Chloe, Lucio saiu por algum tempo e depois voltou com ela, provavelmente para o auxiliar em minha tutoria.
Me foi explicada algumas coisas, a mais importante era sobre como eu podia ser reconhecido pelo reino, isso só aconteceria quando eu alcançasse pelo menos o nível dois.
— Eu vim como suporte. — Chloe fala após a explicação, ela mastigava um coelho ao mesmo tempo.
Chloe era uma mulher muito bonita, tinha cerca de um metro e sessenta e cinco, seus olhos castanhos eram tão claros quanto seus cabelos loiros, isso foi estranho de inicio, no entanto me foi explicado que alguns vampiros conseguem controlar a cor vermelha em seus olhos voltando assim para a original.
Depois de um longo tempo de conversa consigo tomar coragem para pedir algo que desejava bastante.
— Eu poderia ver os status de vocês? Gostaria de saber como é o de um vampiro mais velho.
Meu objetivo era justamente esse, descobrir quão forte um vampiro pode ser, provavelmente os dois ali são bem mais fortes, apesar de Chloe falar que é a mais nova.
Após a súbita pergunta os dois se olham, provavelmente não é muito normal alguém fazer um pedido assim, além deles também quererem manter essas informações em segredo, por exemplo se algo assim vazasse o inimigo saberia exatamente a força deles.
Um silêncio constrangedor acaba ficando no ar.
— Acho que não há problema em eu mostrar o meu, provavelmente nos tornaremos uma família de qualquer forma. — Chloe é aquela que quebra esse silêncio, isso me faz suspirar de alívio. — Autorizar mostra de status.
Os status de Chloe aparecem em minha frente.
"===================="
Nome: Chloe Ilie
Raça: Vampiro
LV 23
HP: 3450/3450
MP: 2300/2300
Ataque mágico: 575
Ataque físico: 575
Agilidade: 1150
Defesa mágica: 460
Defesa física: 460
Sorte: 20
Habilidades:
|Controle mental (médio)|
|Pacto de sangue lv 2|
|Modo Berserk lv 2|
|Regeneração (média)|
|Fortalecimento Lunar|
|Magia de fogo lv 3|
|Magia de água lv 2|
|Magia de terra lv 1|
|Magia de vento lv 3|
|Controle de sangue lv 2|
|Fortalecimento corporal lv 2|
Resistências:
|Resistência ao Sol (Pequena)|
|Resistência mágica (Pequena)|
|Resistência física (Média)|
Bênção:
|Deusa da agricultura|
"===================="
— Sou uma não combatente, então meus status são um pouco baixos. — Ela começa a explicar. — Normalmente quando se batalha bastante seus HP e MP ganhados ao passar de níveis são maiores, além disso dependendo das ações que costuma fazer seus status podem subir sem necessariamente precisar subir de nível.
— Não posso mostrar meus status, estou no exército e isso é proibido pelas nossas regras — diz Lucio.
— Não precisam se preocupar, esse foi um pedido um pouco indelicado de minha parte, peço desculpas por isso. — Falo fazendo uma pequena reverência.
Chloe dá uma pequena risadinha e seus status desaparecem.
Eles continuam conversando por um tempo até que escutam alguns sussurros.
— Siam raçac euq somet. — Uma voz rouca, era muito parecida com aquela que ele ouviu quando ele chegou a esse mundo.
— Iuqa rop ogla uiv êcov sam. — Outra voz igualmente rouca responde.
Pareciam ser dois, as palavras eram muito estranhas para entender qualquer coisa.
— São goblins. — Lucio fala se levantando.

Sofrer por causa do erro de outras pessoas, isso resume bem a vida de um jovem garoto, mas mesmo com tudo e todos conspirando contra ele conseguiu sobreviver.

Quem iria imaginar que alguém que sobreviveu a praticamente tudo morreria de um jeito tão normal, um dia quando estava em mais uma de suas fugas foi atropelado, morte instantânea, mas algo ainda tinha sido reservado para ele, isso era... uma segunda chance.

Ele acorda em uma sala, com o auto intitulado deus estagiário, ele tem a escolha de recomeçar em um novo mundo, cheio de magia e coisas maravilhosas, mas que também irá trazer grandes perigos.

Essa é uma história inspirada nos isekais japoneses, nosso protagonista viverá em um mundo de magia e monstros perigosos, conseguirá ele sobreviver nesse mundo assim como fazia em sua antiga vida? (Se bem que ele morreu).

Isekai de acordo com a Wikipédia: Isekai (異世界 lit."mundo diferente") é um subgênero de light novels, mangás, animes e jogos eletrônicos de fantasia caracterizado por um protagonista normal (geralmente um habitante contemporâneo da Terra) sendo transportado ou preso em um universo paralelo.

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