Three black werecat orphan brothers are trying their best to find a home when they are finally adopted. Everything goes great with their new family until tragedy strikes and they are left with an unexpected guardian.

This story is about an average high school boy with an average lifestyle who likes to read novels especially fantasy ones and was transferred to another world along with his classmates from his school.

As they were transferred our protagonist, John Kaiser, was the sole student among his classmates who were left behind, leaving him all alone in their classroom.

As he was wondering what happened to the others, he remembered one of the novels he had read. It was a story of a fantasy world, where a king of a human kingdom summons heroes from another world to save their world from the demon king, a typical Isekai (Another World)  fantasy novel.

Our protagonist, John Kaiser, started to contemplate and question 'why?' why was he the only one not summoned?

And as his questions go crazy, a light emerges from the place where he was sitting.

Is this the start of our protagonist's fantasy adventure as a hero? Or will he live the same life again as an average person even in another world?

First thing I want to say is that English is not my first language, so the story will have its spelling and grammatical errors, so if you are a person who takes a lot of importance to that fact I recommend you not to read it.
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Transmigrating into the body of another person is certainly an amazing experience for lack of a better word, but that it is in the body of Spider-Man's most hated enemy is something that certainly eclipses the above.

Well that is what happened to a not so common man who was a follower of Marvel now what destiny has in store for him or rather what path he will choose.

Will he take the same path as the Original Green Goblin or will he create a totally different path.

The word or concept of transmigration is somewhat common to some and completely unknown to others. For some people it could be an opportunity they would not pass up.

One not so common person has that opportunity and ended up in a completely unknown Marvel universe, however, when he woke up, he was not in the body of one of the heroes he knew or even a random person.

He transmigrated into the body of one of Spider-Man’s enemies, Norman Osborn the Green Goblin.

Will he become a hero who fights for good or will he be a villain who seeks to conquer everything in his path, or will he walk in a fine line between the two, not a villain but no a hero either?

His story in Marvel is just about to begin.

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English is not my mother tongue, nor do I have a mastery of its grammatical and syntactical rules, so some people who place great importance on those aspects may not find the story entirely enjoyable to read.

I warn from the beginning so that there is no misunderstanding with that fact.

seorang manusia dengan kemampuan khusus dan grimore pertama yang menjadikan makhluk terkuat di seluruh dunia namun di jebak oleh para penghianat dan iblis menggunakan sihir transfer terlarang mengirimnya ke dunia yang berbeda. dengan kekuatannya apakah dia mampu kembali kedunianya

After hearing his son mention the Path of Immortality, a look of yearning appears in Wang Chang's face, follow by a great deal of disdain.
However, the idea of continuing in the Path of Dao Ancestor is quite appealing to him. This path--although not as powerful or influential as the Path of Emperor--has much better potential than the Path of Immortality.
Wang Chang says to his son: "Okay. No need to think about this things for now. Wei'er still has a long way to go."
After saying this, Wang Chang chats with his son for a while before returning to his cottage.
Wang Tian did notice that his father is in much better mood when he leaves. He becomes more joyful at the fact that his word had a good effect on his father. Wang Tian knows that a cultivator's state of mind is great importance.
Ever since his father has failed his competition for the Heaven Will, he has been quite reticent and looses a lot of his previous confident. Things got better when Wang Wei was born, but the effect was also minimal.
Now, he has rekindle the fire of hope for his father, just like his father just did for him. After pondering for a while, Wang Tian runs home to reunite with his wife.
Far away from the Dao Opening Sect, in the Heaven Bless Domain, The Emperor Enlightening Academy.
The Myriad Emperor World is divided in 5 continents. Each continents is further divided into countless Domains.
The Emperor Enlightening Academy is located south-east of the Dao Opening Sect. This academy is one of the most powerful force in the world, second only to the Dao Opening Sect. In fact, when it comes to foundation, it might even surpass the Dao Opening Sect.
As the name suggests, the Emperor Enlightening Academy is design for the sole purpose of training Great Emperor. Throughout its long history, it has train a total of eight Great Emperors, only one short of the Dao Opening Sect. As a result of this, these two great powers have been competing for countless years.
However, what set the Emperor Enlightening Academy apart is the fact that their doors is open to any Heaven Chosen--even if you already belong to another group.
Because of said philosophy, the Emperor Enlightening Academy has help a great deal of Emperors during their rise. So, these Emperor would more or less return the favor after their ascension. As such, despite the fact they have only truly train 8 Emperors, they have receive the favor of countless Emperors throughout their inception.
Right now, a meeting between the teachers and Headmaster of the Academy is taken place. Unlike the Dao Opening Sect who is located in the mountains, the Emperor Enlightening Academy is actually a gigantic city that covers the entire Heaven Bliss Domain.
The Headmaster of the Emperor Enlightening Academy is actually an old man with long white hair, trim white beard, and sage like temperament. He is dress in all white ancient garments.
All the teachers in the hall had a great deal of respect for him. This respect comes from not only his powerful cultivation, but also the fact the his an educator, a sage that brings knowledge and wisdom to the masses.
The headmaster--whose name is Bai Han--starts the meeting. He asks: "Have we found our target this time?
Another teacher responds: "After paying a substantial price to the Heaven Mystery Sect, we have determine that the target has been born in a Lower Plane and have also located said plane. Should we send someone to pick him up?"
After pondering for a while, headmaster Bai Han responds: "No need for that for now. Send a True Monarch teacher to secretly protect him. Growing up in the lower realm can temper him and also prevents other sect from noticing him. Additionally, the teacher protecting him can be responsible for his first enlightenment and set a solid foundation for him and cultivate his feeling toward our Emperor Enlightening Academy"
"Headmaster, we also need to send him an identity token" reminds another teacher.
"Yes, without an identity token, he will not be recognize by Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Emperor World and will not be able to participate in the fight for Heaven Will"
According to the laws of Heaven, people not born in the Myriad Emperor World could not participate in the fight to prove the Dao, unless a very precious identity token is given. This is similar to the "citizenship" that Wang Wei has received when he was born.
Another teacher excitedly says: "I cannot believe that our Emperor Enlightening Academy is about to acquire a Heaven Chosen with the Absolute Chaos Physique, the rank number 1 in the 300 Heaven Physique List. We will finally nurture our Ninth Emperor and catch up to the Dao Opening Sect"
"Yes, this generation Heaven Mandate will belong to us"
"I agree with this"
Soon many teachers started to discuss happily about their exciting future. Seeing that the majority of people in this room start to become arrogant and proud, Headmaster Bai Hai frowns and says in disapproval tone:
"Do not be proud and happy too quickly. Don't forget, this is a Glorious Era where the number 2 Physique, Heaven Axe Physique, and the number 3, Seven Desire Six Emotion Physique has appear"
"Furthermore, there is still the anomaly that appear in the Dao Opening Sect. From the information we have receive, the Young Sect Master of the Dao Opening Sect has the posture of Young Emperor"
"In the Western White Tiger Continent, there is a child born with the power of reincarnation. Many of the people with physique in the top 10 of the 3000 Heaven Physique has been born"
"This is not the ancient time when being born with the top 3 physique is guaranteed to win the Heaven Mandate"
After hearing the headmaster's word, the teachers in the room immediately calm down. They ponder the headmaster's word and soon rein in their arrogance.
Another teacher reminds everyone:" Do not forget Old Chu's divination, 'In this Supreme Era of Resurgence, everything is possible'"
Soon the teachers realize that their mindset has been wrong. This Era will be a fierce competition for the Throne. Heaven Chosen will be as many as dogs.
The Heaven Chosens of this generation are both lucky and unlucky. Lucky because they will witness a Grand Era in which the brilliance of many geniuses will shine on myriad world. They are unlucky that if they are not worthy, then they can only be cannon fodder. The threshold for the title of Heaven Chosen will be raise to a very high standard.
Many people who could be called Heaven Chosen in the past will appear extremely mediocre in this generation.
After the teachers calm down, they return their focus on how to properly cultivate the Absolute Chaos Physique. One teacher asks: "Headmaster, do we need to provide him with enough Luck to reach purple gold and break through to the Supernatural Realm?"
Headmaster Bai Han responds: "That is not necessary. As the person born with the Absolute Chaos Physique in the Lower Plane, he is probably the Son of Destiny of that plane. He will naturally be able to acquire the necessary Luck to reach the standard Purple-Gold level on his own"
The teacher nods in agreement with the headmaster.
"Headmaster, do we allow him to participate in the Spirit Road seven years later?"
"No, the Spirit Road is not that important. he can just skip it"
"Then sir, when will bring him back from the Lower Realm?"
After pondering for a while, the headmaster answers: "After most of the Heaven Chosen of this generation reach the Supernatural Realm, the Academy will be formally open. We can bring him back then"
"Alright, now that most of the issue have been settle, let's discuss which True Monarch teacher will be send as a protector"
After hearing this, the room become quiet. Many people start making plan to acquire this position for their faction. Although the Emperor Enlightening Academy is a school, there is still faction that exist in it.
Becoming the teacher of the Absolute Chaos Physique essentially means the possibility of being the teacher of a future Emperor. No one wants to give up such opportunity.

After reincarnated in a world of Gods, Demons, and Great Emperors, Wang Wei embarks on a journey to bear Heaven Mandate, proves the Dao and proclaims himself a Great Emperor--a Supreme Being that overlooked Myriad World and Races . However, his Dao involves despising fate and its encompassing glory. So what awaits our protagonist on his journey full of vicissitudes to defy and even control fate? While he controls the fate of countless race and world, is fate playing with him? Can he escapes the very shackles of fate that he controls?

Better Synopsys:
After an unknown cosmic accident that enveloped the Earth, Wang Wei was reincarnated into a magical world of spiritual cultivation. This world was composed of powerful Demons, cunning and brutal Devil, ruthless and indifferent Gods, detach and ethereal Immortals. More Importantly, Great Emperors--a Supreme Being that stands above everyone and everything, even life and death itself.

Despite being born in one of the most powerful sects in the world, Wang Wei was placed under tremendous pressure when so many expectations were placed on him by his sect due to the fact they have not cultivated a Great Emperor for countless millennia--an act which threatened the fundamental status of his family, friends, and sect.

On top of that, Wang Wei was not one of the chosen few of this world that were granted special gifts by Heaven, thus further aggravating his circumstances.

However, he did not retreat in the face of adversity.

With the mindset that “If Heaven does not give me, I shall take it for myself”, Wang Wei begins to plan his rise to top with a brilliant tactical mind and the help of his mysterious soul so that one day he will become a Great Emperor that not only control his fate, but the fate of all lives in existence.


This story has similar setting as Emperor Dominion, I am a True Villain, and Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go. If you enjoy these type of story, then you will enjoy my story.

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"Why did you tell them that you would accept the Mu Family's proposal when you clearly won't do so?" Sun Quan asked his wife after they left the hotel.
"Besides feeling like teasing our daughter for ignoring me and joining the Profound Blossom Sect, nothing else really, I guess." Sun Ren said with a smile on her face.
Of course, Sun Ren never intended to accept the Mu Family's proposal, but she wanted to get revenge for Sun Jingjing's disobedient behavior, hence why she lied about her proposal.
However, she did not expect Sun Jingjing to not react to it, much less get angry. It was truly unexpected of her to act so mature and calm in such a moment.
"Maybe that young man also had something to do with that?" Sun Ren mumbled to herself.
"You are really unbelievable…" Sun Quan shook his head.
Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Liu Lanzhi asked them, "Is everything okay? Did you manage to sort things out with your parents?"
"Yes, Sect Master." Sun Jingjing nodded with a smile.
"That's good to hear. Then I'll leave the two of you alone for today." Liu Lanzhi said before leaving them alone in the room.
Silence filled the room after Liu Lanzhi left, but Sun Jingjing broke the silence a few moments later.
"Su Yang… I apologize for today. You don't need to mind my parents, especially my mother, who always speaks whatever is on her mind. Just ignore what they said today."
"..."
After another moment of silence, Su Yang stared at her in the eyes and said in a clear voice, "But I meant every word I said. If you truly want to become a part of my family, I won't say no."
"R-Really?" Sun Jingjing emotionally covered her mouth.
"However, it won't be a small family. In fact, there will be many others. Although you have not met them yet, they exist somewhere far away."
"I don't care!" Sun Jingjing immediately answered without hesitation. "Even if there are hundreds of others, I would still be willing to join!"
While a single man having many wives is not very common in this world, it's not exactly uncommon either, especially for the wealthy and the strong in the cultivation world. In fact, the stronger one is, the more likely they would have a harem, as that will allow them to give birth to more geniuses in their family.
'As long as I am still a part of his life, as long as he doesn't abandon me, I won't mind even if I am only one of his many partners…' Sun Jingjing thought to herself as she stared at Su Yang intensively.
After a few minutes of silence, Su Yang suddenly stood up and loosened his robes, revealing to her his stiff little brother.
Sun Jingjing looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"If you truly want to become a part of my family, then accept my family seal."
"Family… seal? What's that?" Sun Jingjing tilted her head with a puzzled expression, as she has never heard of this term before.
"It's a common tradition in my hometown, mostly for families with only one man in the household with the rest being his wives and mistresses," said Su Yang, his hometown being the Divine Heavens.
"Before one can be recognized as a member of the family, they must accept the family seal, which will be created through dual cultivation with the man's Yang Qi."
"Once the family seal is imprinted onto your body, you will have to follow the family's rule. If you decide to break the rules or betray me, the family seal will completely cripple your cultivation base if not outright kill you. Of course, if you ever feel that you no longer want to be a part of the family, I can assist you with removing the family seal, which will not affect you in any way."
"Do you wish to hear the rules?" Su Yang then asked.
Sun Jingjing quickly nodded.
"One, you will not cultivate with another man beside myself for as long as you are a member of my family. This should be self-explanatory, but if you betray me, the family seal will immediately kill you."
"Two, you will not purposefully plot against, harm, or kill anyone within the family. If you have any grievances with another within the family that cannot be solved personally, you will come to me, and I will promise to sort it out. Depending on the severity, the punishment will vary. In most cases, if you don't kill anyone, you will only have your cultivation crippled."
"Three, you will not do anything that may tarnish our family's reputation or another family member's for that matter. Again, depending on the severity, you may be crippled or killed."
"Fourth, once you accept the family seal, only I will be able to remove it for you. If you forcibly try to remove it... let's just say you don't want to find out."
"And lastly, you are obligated to cultivate with me at least once every 2,500 years in order to renew the family seal."
"Do you have any questions regarding the rules?" Su Yang then asked her.
Sun Jingjing shook her head. Besides the 2,500 years rule, she found everything else logical and normal. 
'2,500 years? Can one even live that long?' she wondered. 
Seeing her answer, Su Yang nodded before continuing to speak, "Now that you have heard all of the rules, are you still willing to join my family?"
"I am willing!" Sun Jingjing answered without hesitation as she loosened her robes.
"Good! Then come here!"
Sun Jingjing immediately jumped into Su Yang's embrace, and after a few minutes of foreplay, Su Yang pushed his divine rod into Sun Jingjing's charming body.
"Ahhhh~"
Sun Jingjing moaned loudly as Su Yang drilled her cave, slowly releasing his Yang Qi into her body.
After a few minutes into their cultivation, the word 'Su', colored in black, began forming on Sun Jingjing's body at the area slightly below her belly button. The word was no larger than 3 inches in length and width, and it was emitting an unfathomable aura.
Once the word was fully formed, Su Yang bit a hole in his finger and wiped his blood on the spot the word was imprinted, coloring the word bright red.
A few seconds later, almost as though it was alive, the word imprinted on Sun Jingjing's body quickly absorbed Su Yang's blood, before turning into a golden color.
"It's done." Su Yang said to her with a smile she'd never seen before. "You are now a member of my family."


Su Yang is a powerful Dual Cultivator who was imprisoned after he offended the Heavenly Emperor.

His crime?

He committed adultery with the Moon God’s wife, kidnapped the Dragon King’s younger sister, seduced the Divine Goddess, and he even tasted the forbidden fruit that is the Heavenly Emperor’s beloved daughter.

Inside the prison, Su Yang meets a mysterious old man who offers him a chance to leave this place, but that method requires him to experience reincarnation.

In his new life, Su Yang swears to reunite with his partners and hold them in his embrace once again, all the while finding new ones along the way.
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Disclaimer: Dual Cultivation is a unique method of cultivation where a man and a woman cultivates together by having sex.
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My other novels: Cultivation Online/ Hero's Carnage

[Word] denotes Words in Bold/Louder Emphasis/Loud Noises

*Word* denotes Onomatopoeia/Sound Effects

/Word/ denotes Words in Italic/Inner Voices/Thoughts/Soft Noises/Softer Emphasis

* before the word or sentence denotes an Author's Note at the end of the Chapter


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The girl he was with.. Athena? Seriously? How did that even relate to stuff like Midasean politics?


"I know very little about her circumstances, but I do know that she'll need all the help she can get." Huh? 


"I-I don't understand.." Wasn't he doing that already? "Why her?"


"I don't know everything sir Eremes... I wish I did." The bartender's eyes softened as they gazed over the novelist's sleeping form, a faint smile adorning her face as Athena quietly dozed off in her alcohol induced slumber. "I remember the first time she ever came here.. alone, shaking, red eyed, still wearing her college uniform... Her face showing so much fear and paranoia it was heartbreaking." The bartender recounted, opening another bottle of vodka as she continued. "She kept going on about the 'infernal voices in her head'.. or at least that's what my husband told me she kept screaming in Greek about." 


Empty drink forgotten, Eremes let his curiosity lead him. "When was this?" All this time...


"If I recall correctly, just over a year ago. Maybe a year and a half." Zofia answered, her half bottle of vodka now laying by the wayside. "Wasn't even of legal age to drink yet, but I made an exception that night." 


Eremes silently drank the alcohol in front of him as he listened to the reminiscing bartender. The way that Zofia met her.. It's almost exactly like- "Do you..." Can he even say it without her knowing? "know-"


"She was suicidal. If that's what you're asking." Her dull tone just made the fact all the more heavier. "We managed to calm her down, but who knows what could've happened if my husband and I haven't caught on.. Or anyone for that matter." The bartender sighed as she tipped her bottle over, it's contents now visibly wreaking havoc in her system. "She's been a regular here ever since. Every Monday night without fail; she'd be sitting at the exact same chair, drinking the same drinks. And passing out after exactly five glasses."


"For someone as stubborn as her, I'm honestly surprised that she's a lightweight." The repairman finished off the last of the Priestess in his glass before continuing. "Speaking of which, how did she get to five glasses so fast?"


"That's because she treats drinks like water." Go figure. "Finishing a drink that's meant to be sipped in usually ten to twenty seconds." That was fast! "Not even savoring the hard work I put into every glass."


"Then why not teach her? From what I've seen, she'll listen to you."


"You're pretty dense aren't you?" What? What did he miss this time? "You already said it yourself." The flushed bartender slurred as she opened her third bottle. "She's a stubborn little kid." He watched as the older woman then covered Athena's sleeping form with a spare blue tablecloth, azure eyes softening before once more making eye contact with her choice of drink. "She's like a daughter to me..." The vodka bottle in her hand trembled as her voice dripped with malice. "Whoever pushed her over the edge, I'll make them pay."


And from that Eremes knew, that the woman behind the counter was not some simple bartender. Whoever crossed her path, he was sure wouldn't come out without a scratch.


"But enough about me~ What about you?" Huh? "How'd you meet miss Athena over here?"


"Well uh..." How should he say this? "I kind of-" Malaka! She just said Athena's like a daughter to her! How would she take it if he said he just happened to talk her down from another suicide attempt? "Just met her during one of my rounds around the hotel." Not exactly a lie, but not the whole truth.


"So you work at the nearby hotel.. What was Athena doing there exactly?" Wait.. She didn't know?


"Athena's a tenant in the condo suites." This was strange. "She haven't told you?" 


"She never tells me anything." The bartender lamented. "So that's why she stopped going here for a while."


"I never took her for a regular drinker."


"Neither did I at first. But here she is, still the same girl with the same tastes."


Zofia then left her seat, taking her bottle with her as she roamed the length of the bar. Taking a few bottles of liquor with her back to their location, she then let her hands do her work as she made another set of drinks. Though it looked like it was for herself.


"Haven't you had enough to drink tonight Zofia?" He can't have two women pass out in front of him. 


"It's not just for me sir Eremes, but for all of us." The bartender replied, three glasses being filled with various liquids.. wait.


"Who's the third glass for?" Don't tell him-


"For Athena of course." She's asleep! He didn't think she'd wake up anytime soon. "She'll want one when she wakes up."


"Why?" That's unhealthy!


"If you want to know the full story, you best ask your sleeping companion." How was even that a mystery? "Just know that if she ever gets in trouble, seek me out." Her eyes lingered on Athena's form before going back to the work in front of her. "I'll always be here..."


...


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*Shhhk. Shhhk. Shhhk.*


The soft sounds of a shaker in use filled the almost empty bar space, piercing through the deafening silence between its three occupants. The head of maintenance sat patiently with his sleeping companion, the fact that she had a drink already made for her thrown to the wayside as his mind whirred at the implications made by the foreign bartender. Voices? Hallucinations maybe? No.. It- But that would explain... Malaka. How much trauma would it even take to make someone hallucinate that bad?


"To appreciate nature's beauty, one must first know their own roots." The Russian woman drawled as she slid a glass filled with a clearly orange fluid, forcibly taking his attention away from his musings. "In this, The Empress can show you the way."


Eremes let his sight linger on the woman in front of him as she sat back down on her stool. Clearly she knew things, things that a normal person like him have no business in knowing. Taking a pondering sip from drink number four, he let the fresh taste of what seemed to be a tinge of carrot and another root vegetable wash down his throat as he tried to warp his mind around the fact that apparently Athena's a key figure in something big that's about to happen. What it was? He didn't know..


But he might as well find out.


"Say, Zofia.." Sipping more of the Empress, he formulated his question. "What made you wanna live here? In Midas I mean." 


"My husband's from here." The bartender said as a matter of fact. "Along with a few more reasons you don't need to know about, I decided to stay here and open up a bar."


"Huh." More of the Empress coated his throat. "When was that?"


"The same year the Sun and Moon opened up shop sir Eremes." She's not making this easy. "It always was a dream of mine to be a bartender." The older woman twirled the bottle of vodka in her hand, her movements precise and practiced solely with flair in mind. He had to admit, her skills with a shaker and a bottle was something that he never saw before in any of the bars he's been to. "Alcohol always brings people together." 


"To that, I can drink to." Even though he himself wasn't much of an alcoholic, the sentiment warranted a toast. "To good alcohol." Wasn't he forgetting something?


*Clink!*


Glass met bottle as the two shared a toast,  *"Da. As a bartender, it's my job to simply mix drinks and change lives." Change lives? "Don't think I didn't catch you fishing more info out of me~" Damn it. "You don't last long as a bartender without a few tricks of misdirection~"


"You're awfully good at this." He didn't even realize that he had lost control of the conversation. Proposing a toast even! "Are you sure you're not some Russian spy?"


"One hundred percent cross my heart sir Eremes~"


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*Da is a Russian word of affirmation, or simply: Yes.

True Title: Tales from Midas: The Runaway

Struggling novelist Athena Morrison once thought life had nothing left to offer her. Living a reclusive lifestyle and trying to make ends meet while trying to make a name for herself as an author, she certainly had it hard enough. Coupled with extreme bouts of depression and constant threats with running from her dark past however, one can only go so far before something snaps. So in one stormy evening, plagued by the demons of her own making, she planned on ending it all.


Before she was stopped by some unsuspecting maintenance crew.


A fateful encounter, if she were to describe it. Change was coming to her life. Perhaps it was time to stop running, to try and take hold of her own destiny. 


A lot of things were happening in this city, money changing hands, deals being made; politics were being played and power constantly in flux. And while change is something to be feared, it was also something to be excited about. Athena only hoped that it was for the better.

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March 7th 2093.
Undisclosed Location.
7:05 am.
Eight individuals could be seen in the poorly lit room. Seven of them seated with their arms folded, with one standing at the far end of the board. 
The flickering of the light bulb above, was the only audible sound in the deafeningly silent room. 
"By now, I assume all seven of you are well aware of the recent happenings."
A deep rugged voice, which seemingly belonged to the tall masculine figure standing at the far end of the board, suddenly broke the silence.
The remaining seven, shrugged in their seats. 
"Recent happenings?" A more feminine voice asked, in a slightly condescending tone. 
The tall aloft, masculine figure made his way around the room. The soles of his feet striking the floor with such force. Audibly reflecting his unamused disposition to the other seven.
Having gone around the room once, the masculine figure was back in his initial position, at the far end of the board.
"Feigning ignorance, are you now?" He asked. His voice, still as imposing as earlier on. 
The slight chuckles of the other seven reverberated through the room. Dampening the aloft figure's disposition even further.
"You asked the obvious." One of the seven replied. "Nothing ever transpires, without our knowledge."
"You, of all people should be well aware of that." Another added.
The aloft figure finally took a seat, and placed his large forearms on the board.
"That is not of importance at the moment." He said. "Should we not view this as a declaration of war?"
"War, you say?!" Another one of the seven exclaimed. "You forget the accord is still in effect!"
Clenching his large fists, the masculine figure struck at the board with his left arm. The impact shaking the room.
"What accord?!" He exclaimed. "Thousands of our forces are slain at the hands of the damn Centrials, the moment they step out of these cages we call Colonies!"
The eyes of the other seven flashed a bright blue, as if depicting their wrath. 
"A small price to pay, for the greater good!" A feminine voice exclaimed. "Besides, you agreed to sign the accord as well, all those years ago!" 
Clenching his fists out of frustration, he succumbed to the pressure, knowing there was no way he could win an argument against all seven of them.
"However, this sudden occurrence has piqued my interest." One of them said. "Even if the Centrial was unranked, for two Academy students of a lower level Colony to have defeated her was quite unexpected." 
"I agree with you." One of the feminine voices said. "It brings to mind a suggestion, I have been meaning to share with each of you—"
She was abruptly cut short by the only person it the room yet to have uttered a word.
"What became of him?" She asked. "Code #00156 Miyuki Kazuya, was it?"
The Masculine figure looked at her, barely able to make out her face in the poorly lit room, as he said;
"Well, he…"
***
 Present Day: March 8th 2093
Brooklyn Refuge.
Academy-Class 1A
9:05 am PST
Walking into class, Blake noticed the other students flinch in their seats, as they saw him.
He noticed the usual set up. His seat was secluded from the rest of the class, and perched up front; where the trainers could keep an eye on him.
At first, it bothered him. But lately, he seemed not to care at all.
He was infamous for being aggressive and not one to follow the rules. Having grown up in a Ruin, Blake had natural fighting instincts. And the Academy recruited him, exclusively for that reason.
"I'll tell what's going on you losers!" He exclaimed. "It's the start of another damn war!"
*Smirk
Tensing up even more, at the sound of his voice, none of the students dared utter a word.
"A-A war?" Andre finally asked. 
He looked back at Andre, barely acknowledging his presence. Despite the fact Blake made his way to class with Andre in tow, the two of them did not make any attempts to talk to each other.
Blake, disliked the weak. While Andre on the other hand, was too afraid to say a thing.
"Yeah. A war!" He exclaimed. "Centrials attacking the Colonies, violates the peace accord! I doubt the higher-ups will do anything about it though, since the incident happened in one of the lower level Colonies, and only involved a few students."
Lieutenant Sam looked at him, slightly caught unaware. She assumed he was not the type to think things through, that far ahead.
"I see you finally decided to show up for class Blake." She said. "Was solitary confinement that much fun for you?"
A few days earlier, Blake had gotten into a scuffle with three other students from another class. Despite the fact that they were older, and of a higher rank, he beat all three of them with seamless ease.
The reason however, was not because the seniors were weak. In fact, they were quite adept at harnessing Core Energy. They lost, because they couldn't figure out what his skill was.
"I found solitary confinement, less suffocating than the class is, Lieutenant Sam." He replied. 
The cold look in his eyes said it all. The Lieutenant could tell he meant every word.
Blake made his way to the perched seat up front. No one dared make eye contact with him. 
"As I was saying…" The Lieutenant said. "I'm assuming many of you have already seen the viral video on the Web Server right?"
There was a slight moment of disarray, mostly due to Blake's sudden appearance. Causing a momentary lapse in the students' sense of reasoning, as they failed to respond to the Lieutenant's question.
Noticing this, the Lieutenant took out a gun from her inventory, firing three warning shots aimed at the wall in the back.
Their Locators displayed the same message, almost simultaneously.
< Warning ⚠ >
< Danger Detected! >
The students' gazes hastily shifted back to the Lieutenant. Their hearts racing, knowing she wouldn't hesitate to hurt any of them, just to raise a point.
"Finally got your attention huh?!" She exclaimed. "Good!"
*Smirk
They didn't say a word, but simply nodded in unison.
"Listen up you little runts!" She exclaimed. "This year's tournament's going to be a whole lot more interesting!"
Suddenly, their faces lit up. Being first years, the upcoming Tournament, would be the first of its kind they would ever experience. And from the rumors they had heard, participating in the Tournament came with a lot of benefits.
Many of these befits included; large sums, opportunities to live in better Refuges, and guaranteed recruitment to the army; which was the first step to joining the Recon Squads. However, most of the students participated for the glory. 
"What do you mean by that Lieutenant?" Max asked.
The Lieutenant looked at him, and put up a slight grin.
"Well you see Max…" She said. "Thanks to the video our drones captured, we finally got a glimpse of the fighting potential of students from the lower level Colonies. Which led to the higher-ups changing the Tournament's system." 
The students seemed flustered, by the vagueness in her choice of words.
"How did the Tournament system change?" Another student asked.
"From the next Tournament, the lower level Colonies will be unable to decline participation." She said. "That means; instead of two, you'll have seven other Colonies to compete against!"
Most of the students seemed stunned, others showed no emotion at all. And some laughed at the thought of fighting Students from the lower level Colonies.
Blake on the other hand seemed somewhat amused.
"A battle against forces of unknown potential huh?" he Said. "Bring it on!"

The look like us, talk like us, and even die like us. But they're not of our kind. No, they're monsters! 
On that day, the Centrials appeared, And took everything from the humans. 
Seventy years on, and the resistance takes hold. The battle to take back earth finally begins.

  Hashira_Kun#0134


She seemed to read his silence as deliberation. "Imagine how benevolent it would make you look if, for the sake of argument, you were to find it in your heart to let this go, Your Grace."
Benevolent? Him? He did not think so. Not for a quarter of a quarter second. As for imagining, he didn't do that either as a rule.
He stared at the remains of the complicated, swirling patterns on the rug. "Seventeen?" The word was rust on his tongue. A rust he wanted to spit out.
"Yes, Your Grace. His birthday is next week, in fact, now you're asking."
"I wasn't."
Ironic, wasn't it? How once he'd been seventeen himself, and no one had put in a single pleading word for him, certainly not a shapely snit like this. Although he had waltzed happily to his doom. For the best part of three years, he had even loved every minute of it, because there had been no suggestion that the older woman he had been inveigled into marrying to secure his family's fortune was anything less than what he'd thought her. And even when the doubts set in, for the next three years he had still managed to overlook what had stared him in the face.
When Marietta left, it had been so easy to level his pistol on another man's heart because his own heart was a wilderness, a blasted heath, a blackened place where no one dared venture. Had death done so, it would not have been an unwelcome stranger. How he had prayed for it. Then.
But now?
Could he grant this? Spare the boy? Put the snit, standing there with bated breath, out of her misery? Simply because no one had pleaded for mercy for him was no reason to shoot anyone. Was it? He walked to the mantelpiece.
"Well, him living to see his birthday is something he should have considered before endeavoring to win by cheating, if that is indeed the case."
"Cheating? Nathan has no need of stooping to anything as low as cheating. How dare you say so. If that is what you think, you're wrong. Or deluded. Nathan is a master of the game."
He raised his face heavenwards. "Of course the little sneak is a cheat. Probably the biggest one in Christendom too. You should just admit it instead of making out I'm the one who is deluded. Then I might be damn well disposed to listen to you. But this? This is just families all over."
"What?"
Didn't the Dowager Duchess of Stokes refuse to speak to him to this day because plainly it was all his fault her daughter had run off with another man, his fault for all the cruelties she had inflicted on him? Marietta was perfect after all. He lowered his gaze, glanced in the mirror. Perhaps it was the word cheat?His visitor was struggling to contain her claws as if he'd personally called her one. It was time to spare himself the further irritation of watching her lose her temper and attempt to strangle him with her veil.
"Now. If you will be so good, the hallway is there behind you."
Had he just felled her at forty paces? If so that was what he'd call good.
She took a tiny step toward him. "Well, I might be so good, were it not for the fact that his mother, his father, even us cousins, in fact, his entire family, depend on him. Who will take care of us if you kill him?"
He'd heard it all. Was this family waiting in his cold hallway to be ushered in? It wouldn't surprise him. All that surprised him was how far he'd let her advance. He let go of the mantelpiece. A drink was in order. Not a large one. A putting-this-in-perspective one.
He crossed to the side table, nodded at Chasens still standing like a sentinel at the door to leave-the man had no doubt, seen and heard enough. He deliberately waited till he'd filled the glass before asking. "Pardon me for asking, but why don't you do that? Take care of your family, that is?"
She stopped fiddling with her veil, smoothing whatever hair was underneath it into place. "I'm sorry?"
"Spending a fraction less on your frivolous dressmaking bills would keep them in coal and candles for a year."
Unless he was very much mistaken, that damned rag she was wearing looked to have cost an arm and a leg. Lace, silk, and velvet? Completely inappropriate in this weather. Completely inappropriate, period. And she expected him to ignore a damned cheat because the family depended on him? Small wonder the cousin dressed like a guttersnipe. Keeping this snit would land the nation in debt, never mind the average family.
Christ in whatever conveyance he could procure at short notice, was this the kind of snit his father had run off with, leaving Kendall with a pile of debts and no option but to marry Marietta? Except, of course, the snit his father had run off with had been a common, serving-wench snit.
"My dressmaking bills?" she said after a long moment.
How nice to know he'd struck a nerve. Now at the very least, she might desist from running up more. He set the stopper back on the decanter. "Yes. You must have them to dress like that."
"Well, perhaps that is so. But I was really hoping to discuss-"
"Hope? Hope's like air. Something people die of starvation trying to live on. And please don't even think of attempting to get back on your knees. I don't want women lying on my carpet."
"But how can you be so cruel?" She tilted her chin, giving him the benefit of a glimpse of her hair through the concealing veil. Strawberry-bloody-blonde. Of all the damnable colors in the paint palette, it had to be that one. Marietta's. Let this business of the duel go? He toyed for a second with the decanter and in that second made up his mind.
"Quite easily. The way out is there. Thank you again for giving me your cousin's name. At least I will now have the pleasure of knowing it before I have the equally damnable pleasure of killing him. Now, if you don't mind ... ?"
Yes. The crows might caw and the dawn turn dark. Whoever this foolish woman was, by tomorrow night the boy would be just another sadness at the bottom of just another glass.




When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life.

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Ten years ago sixteen year old Sapphire, the greatest jewel thief England has ever known, ruined Lord Devorlane Hawley’s life by planting a stolen necklace on him.  Now she’s dead and buried, all Cassidy Armstrong wants is the chance to prove she was never that girl. 

But her new neighbor is hell-bent on revenge and his word can bring her down. So when he asks her to be his mistress, or leave the county with a price on her head, Sapphire, who hates being owned, must decide...  

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