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?

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

Ahmad died cause by the tyre of truck and now he was 50,000 years behind and in another world read to follow the journey of the king

And also the word will be short no more than 1000 word but will try to post daily

"Meta… what?"
"Any idea what they are talking about?"
"Not in the slightest, it sounds deep though"
"Let's heard some more, who knows, maybe we can get a glitch of what the hell they are talking about"
A lot of people were interested in what Socrates and Alfonso were talking about, of course, they were only curious at the best, however, those who understand what they were talking about were speechless.
For example, the young lord of the Hauss family, Dalton.
"A separate world where concepts exist? What the… that… that is preposterous!" Though Dalton.
Dalton forgot about his previous injuries and listened carefully.
"Metaphysic world? Another world? Hmph! Young man, you are being disrespectful to Academia, just because you can't prove a concept, that doesn't mean that it doesn't exist in this realm, we just need to analyze further! It might take years, but! We will reach it eventually" Said Socrates.
Alfonso looked at Socrates for some time before smiling.
"Impossible huh… I disagree" Said Alfonso.
"You are being stubborn, young man!" Asked Socrates.
"Ho? Stubborn huh, well let's make a hypothesis, lets follow the Academia, if what you say its true, then we have to assume that, there is, in fact, a solid denomination of justice, that we, somehow, see the whole picture, then, for whatever reason, we don't know the actual meaning of the word, however! We can assume that all follow the same "justice", after all, we all know the true justice, the problem is, we can't put in words what it means right?" Said Alfonso.
"True" Said Socrates.
"Then, a little friend over there," Said Alfonso while looking at Dalton.
"Y-yes?" Said Dalton.
"If someone robs you, what will be a suitable punishment?" Asked Alfonso.
"I-I think that thirty whips would be enough" Said Dalton.
"Do you agree, young lady?" Asked Alfonso to Tili.
"Yes" Answered Tili.
"What about you, friend?" Asked Alfonso to Socrates.
"I also agree" Said Socrates.
"Ok, now let's add something else, just as this thief rob you, you followed him with your guards to punish him when you got in his or her house, you see that he or she has one ill son and he rob you to buy medicine, what will you do?" Asked Alfonso.
"I-I think I will forgive the thief, after all, it was for his or her fami-"
"What are you saying brother? No matter the circumstances, a thief is a thief, he must be punished!"
"I think that we could reduce the punishment and offer a job or something else…"
After hearing the three answers, Alfonso didn't say anything, he just looked at Socrates.
Socrates though for some time before realizing the problem!
"The core of the idea is different!" Said Socrates.
"Exactly" Said Alfonso
"No matter how far we are from the original source, if even the nucleus of the idea is different, then, you can't say that we actually know the meaning of something, they are all part of the same yes, however, the principals that they are based on are entirely different, it variates from person to person, that's why, if you want to say that the meaning exists in this world, then… you have at least 2 billion answers to analyze" Said Alfonso.
Socrates was shocked by this answer, Dalton even more!
"Since when Alfonso had the time to study such profundity on philosophy?" Though Artemis.
"An intellectual Alfonso…. I like it~" Though Demeter.
"Dad is super-duper hot right now, there is nothing more attractive than a smart person, well, I wouldn't expect less from MY dad" Though Susana.
"The hell he is talking about, justice is justice, right? Why they are giving so many rounds in such a simple word?" Though Antiope.
"His Highness was this good in Academia!? As expected of the man I follow" Though Ribeiro with pride.
"…" Io didn't think anything in particular.
"But… but still, how did you reach the conclusion of another world, I… I don't get it" Said Socrates.
"That's another question, let's follow academia once again, let's assume that there is, in fact, a word were the concepts of Justice, Love, etc.. are there, then, what do we see here in this world then? Well , what we actually see is a projection of the concepts, that's why we have a notion of the concept, we know that it exists, however, we can't see it in its totality, that also explains why people see it differently, let's do a little experiment, little boy, come here, sit here" Said Alfonso to Dalton.
Dalton walk and sat on the platform, Alfonso walked and stood five steps behind Dalton.
"Young man, do you see my shadow?" Said Alfonso to Dalton.
"Ye-yes"
"Then, how would you describe me if you see could only see my shadow?" Asked Alfonso.
"W-well, I will say you are an average tall man with short hair… nothing else I guess" Said Dalton.
"Good, now, Young Lady, come here, sit here" Said Alfonso.
"Ok"
Tili did the same as Dalton however, Alfonso stood two steps behind her this time.
"Ok, Now, The same question young lady" Said Alfonso.
"I will say that you are tall…long haired man… what?" Said Tili confused.
She turned around and saw that Alfonso was putting his arms close to his head and stretching both arms while keeping the hands close to his head, making the illusion that he has long hair.
"Surprise~" Said Alfonso.
"Wow" Said Tili with stars on her eyes.
"You see?, my friend, even a small change would completely alter my image, like this, my actions represent the circumstances and I represent the concept, just a small change in the circumstances can alter the image that we see, why? Because we only see a projection, we can't see the whole picture" Said Alfonso.
Socrates Analyzed for a long time, three to five minutes, everyone was in silence, even Dalton was stupefied by this sudden development.
"Hey dad, uncle is like, super smart right!?" Murmured Little Pit.
"A genius…" Though Taylor.
Socrates finally made a small sigh and then smiled he stretched his hand and say
"It's my lost, Let discuss more in the future!" 
"With pleasure," Said Alfonso while shaking his hand.

Alfonso was a historian of earth who suddenly appear in the body of Alfonso Lockheart, a fallen prince that is the Lord of a formal city known as the wasteland valley, with infertile land and losing the protection of their god, the wasteland valley is land that is destined to be destroyer by the extreme weather and the attacks of beast.

Alfonso was in a despair situation; however, he wasn’t destined to fall in this land, that is because....

[The supreme sovereign system welcomes its new host, with the help of the Greek gods as your allies, you will become the new sovereign of this land!]

Nastasia followed Li Yu Rong after he spoke a single word while his hand made a "come with me" gesture. The word he spoke "gen," she decided, probably had a meaning close to "follow me." She repeated the word over in her mind, trying to commit it to memory.

 After their introduction, she had pointed to a few things around them to distract herself from the feelings his touch brought upon her. Nastasia would say the name of an object and then indicate for him to do the same. After doing this for a few moments he became quiet and thoughtful and just as she was figuring out how to inquire after his silence Li Yu Rong brought her to follow him.

 Her eyes affixed to his dark-blue robe covered back, mind wandering to how he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and how his fingers grazed her cheek. Gasping, she quickly staunched the thought, the tips of her ears and cheeks dusting red. She pulled her gaze away from him.

 If she looked at him she couldn't help but think of that moment and go weak in the knees.

 Instead, she paid her attention to the way made to where they were going. They walked across the garden, passed the pond she had initially met Li Yu Rong, and to a building that was located in a part of the estate that was the most overgrown she had yet to see. The building had a roof of black tiles, red pillars, and white walls.

 He led her into a room that contained multiple rows of bookshelves, and to the right of those shelves overflowing with books, was a very low sat table. In front and behind the table were a few cushions. The table was littered with paperwork and books. At the left-hand edge were a few brushes, a porcelain container, and an oddly shaped slab of clay that dipped inward. Inside that oddly shaped clay was a dark stick of some sort.

 Li Yu Rong gestured toward one of the cushions, saying a single "zuo." Nastasia took the word to mean sit. She, as with the last word he spoke, repeated the word several times in order to commit it to memory.

 After sitting down, he took a seat beside her, his posture straight and serious as he reached for the oddly shaped clay thing. Taking the porcelain container, he dripped some water into it before taking the stick to rub it against the odd clay thing. From the water, up until halfway, and then back toward the water.  This repeated itself several times until the water was a thick inky black. He set the stick down.

 Pointing toward the oddly shaped clay, he said. "Yàn." Thus she took it to mean that the oddly shaped thing was called a yan. Another thing committed to memory.

 His gaze was observing her carefully. He pointed toward the inky water. "Mò ."

 He picked up a brush and said clearly, slowly. "Mòbi."

 Pulling forth a sheet of paper, he said in the same measured tone. "Xuanzhi."

 Dipping the brush into the ink he drew a single character. "Li." Drew another, "Yu." Then drew another, "Rong." She watched him carefully, taking in each stroke, hoping to learn. Li Yu Rong, seeing her rapt attention upon the paper handed over the brush, his eyes telling her to give it a try.

 Nastasia looked at his name, tried to recall the order in which he wrote the lines, and nervously began to write. When she finished, the characters looked like the nonsensical doodles of a toddler. 

Her shoulders dropped in disappointment.

 The corner of Li Yu Rong's mouth upturned gently as he patted her head, offering praise for her attempt. This, when she had done so terribly, made her feel embarrassed. She dropped her gaze to the paper. Nastasia dipped the brush again to make another attempt, yet her hand switched into writing the familiar letters of her own name.

 "A-S-Y-A." She sounded out each letter as he had done. She handed over the brush for him to copy it...

 … only to be stunned at the perfectly even and beautifully written letters staring back at her. Well, she comforted herself, asking him to do this was like getting a master artist to draw stick figures while hers was like asking a person that could only draw stick figures to make a masterpiece.
 
 After finishing her name his gaze was on her expectantly. At first, she couldn't understand what he was wanting but soon realized that it was praise he was fishing for. Nastasia couldn't help but find his eyes, that glowed with a childish anticipation, rather... cute.

 Thinking back to how he always pats her head, she leaned forward to do the same. However, because he was a head taller than her, she needed to rise to her knees to reach comfortably. Placing a hand on his shoulder to balance, her hand patted the top of his head.

 Nastasia wasn't quite sure what happened, so she remained in a daze while trying to understand it.

 Somehow, as she was patting his head, her body pitched forward and landed into his embrace. Li Yu Rong hadn't made any moves except for steadying her shoulders when she fell against him. For this reason, his perpetrating any foul play never crossed her mind.

 Her brow scrunched and when she made a move to return to her spot with a muttered apology, she was spun around and sat in his lap. An arm snaked around her waist to keep her there.

 Her mind malfunctioned and her face changed three shades of red.

 Even though she was already this old her intimate experiences with the opposite sex could be counted on a fist. She was home-schooled because her mother feared outside influences (well, the area they lived in wasn't exactly good, so she didn't blame her) and her grandfather supported this move wholeheartedly. Her mind only held books and her schemes of the moment so, even though she went to a normal college, she rarely gave anyone the time of day; let alone men. Her time had been reserved for her family and her projects.

This mindset had followed her all the way to her current age.

 Where would she have had the time for romance? Not that there was ever a man who attempted it, she thought dispiritedly. While this thought crossed her mind she had, unknowingly, discounted the line of men who attempted to attract her notice and failed. However, what they failed to realize was that in pursuit of this easily-distracted-yet-solely-focused-on-one-thing-at-a-time woman, they needed to give her more than subtle hints to get the point across.

 "Zuan," he murmured a low tone at her ear. "Zhi." He spoke again after a moment.

 His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke, and coupled with the tone, had her spine stiffening.

 What was he saying? What did he think he was doing? What should she do? Her mind jumped around these thoughts, but her body remained unmoving, her breath coming out in a crawl as her heart nearly pounded its way out of her chest.

 The brush was placed before her and she stared at it for what felt an eternity before mechanically grasping it in hand.

 Okay, let's forget this is happening. Her brain couldn't deal with it and decided to push it aside. She wrote the words he wanted and then handed the brush back. This torture continued on until nightfall. Even the meal that had been brought in for her by the dark-haired young man with orange streaks, the reprieve she thought she had won, had been eaten while in his lap.

 At nightfall, a servant had appeared and Li Yu Rong finally retracted his arm, letting her go. He indicated for her to follow the servant and she left without looking back, her face beet red.

 She was lead to a room nearby to the one she had woken in after having her injuries treated. The servant wordlessly gave her a tour of the room, showing the bed, the wardrobe filled with clothes, and other places that were meant for storage.

 Once the servant left she collapsed upon the mattress and pillows in a daze. Even though it had been some time since she had entered this bedroom, she could still feel his warmth at her back and the ghosting pressure of his arm around her waist. The feeling had her heart squeezing strangely.

 Nastasia tried to brush it aside and fall asleep, but her thoughts constantly flowed to him teaching her words and writing in that room. She could barely recall the things she had learned although she tried to think about them more than his warmth.

 It wasn't until her mind was too exhausted to continue that Nastasia finally found sleep.

Nastasia Mikhailovna Vasilieva, an Irish-Russian American, a jack of all trades, and now a world slipper...

After having been betrayed by a colleague, Nastasia finds herself slipping into an ancient Chinese-like parallel world. 

Attacked by the people and chased by soldiers for being a Red Demon she happens upon a demonically bewitching man. If it weren't for the fact she couldn't understand a lick of what was being said, she never would have become his pet.

Throwing out a smile that entailed nothing good, he threw out a sultry... "Come, my dear pet, help me warm the bed."

"Ah," she bemoaned, "I know 5 languages, why couldn't one of them have been Chinese!"

Follow along as Nastasia overcomes languages barriers, wretched schemes, and a supernatural demon that can't keep his hands to himself.

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However, Firze, the one who the others had agreed as the shadow leader, refused, "No! Can't do it! If we get caught, all of us will get a severe punishment."
"We have to follow the rule. As Smiling Wizard was the one with the highest rank, let him became the leader."
"Although he had the lowest level out of us, it doesn't mean he cannot lead us."
"What if this situation happens to you? What are you going to feel?"
"If you don't want others to treat you like that, just do your best to not treat others like that?"
"Let him try. You need to trust him for a bit more."
Auron felt surprised by Firze's statement. It was not like he didn't want to lead the squad. However, he also knew that if he insisted on leading the squad without agreement from the others, it would lead the squad to its doom. 
That was why he didn't want to push the things and comply with the others. Moreover, when they had known that Auron was supposed to be the leader since he had the highest rank, all of their faces showing an awkward expression, including Firze.
But, contrary to his expectation, Firze, was also the one who rejects the idea and push Auron forward. Auron felt doubt and became careful with Firze. As he had betrayed experience, he had been more cautious for someone else. Moreover, what Firze had said was a cliche sentence that every politician would say to gain support from others.
Auron thought hard for a bit, and he found another reason that could be Firze's reason to reject the offer. A squad's leader had more responsibility. However, they also got more benefits than others. As a soldier in the military, they will get a monthly salary depending on their rank. Also, each time they finished a mission from the military, they could claim rewards. And, when they became the leader in said mission, they will also get another bonus.
If they went with their plan before, Auron became the named leader, and Firze became the shadow leader. The bonus will be given to Auron as he was the registered leader in the squad, but Firze would have more responsibility.
Firze could get the bonus if Auron agreed to give it to him. However, they had to do it secretly, and also, if later on, Auron backed his word, then Firze could do nothing. If he protested to the military, he would not get the money instead of his squad, and he would get punished since they dare to defy the rule and even lie at their superiors.
There were two reasons that Auron came to his mind. However, he still believed that the former reason had more influence than the latter. Auron became wary of Firze, but he didn't say anything and wait for the outcome while Firze asked, "I believe Smiling Wizard can lead us. Whose with me?"
Firze's statement slapped the face of the others. They didn't have doubts like Auron. Instead, they believed entirely in Firze's statement. Moreover, Firze was the one who had the highest level out of them all had said something like this. All they had in their mind was that they would like to evade the chance of being lead by a newbie who had a lower level than them.
They chose Firze as he had the highest level out of them, and they also believed that it would be better if they were the ones that lead the squad instead of Auron. However, all of their thoughts quickly washed away with Firze's statement.
Firze's statement made them felt guilty. Yonta felt guilty, and he apologized to Auron, "Sorry, bro. I know that you got this rank not because you idling at home, and instead, it was also the result of your effort to survive. Before, my pride cloud my judgement. Let me apologize to you."
Then, he said to Firze, "I am with you!"
Lisk, who was a man with few words, still kept being quiet. However, through his actions and expression, one could find out that he also felt guilty because of this matter. He only said one word to Firze, "Me!"
Although Adelina was a swordswoman, but she had a soft heart. She took Firze words to her heart and thought what if she was the one in Auron's position, which made her felt more guilty than the others. She also apologizes and supports Firze's idea.
With Yonta, Lisk, and Adelina turned over, the others, one by one, started to follow. Although not all of them apologized to Auron, however, all of them stated they would follow Firze's decision and support Auron to be the leader.
Auron throughout the conversation only kept silent and wait on how things would turn out. As Auron had predicted, Firze's statement had some charming effect, which made all of them agreed.
Firze concluded, "Okay then, that's the end of our leader's choosing session."
"Congratulations, pal!" Firze patted Auron's shoulder and congratulated him.
Auron didn't utter a single word and protested the results; he just nodded at Firze's congratulatory and thanked him. 
"Thank you all for your trust. I will give my best to be a good leader!" Auron also didn't make any long speeches and just said what he wanted to say.
With the agreement on their new leader, they had completed their tasks from their corporal. Auron, as the named leader, reported it to the corporal. The corporal looked at Auron's report. He checked if there was something that didn't conform with the rule. When the corporal found nothing weird with the news, then, he told Auron to dismiss his squad. However, Auron had to stay and attend for another briefing as he was the squad's leader.
Auron walked back to his squad and told them, "You can leave and go prepare, and you have to gather back here tomorrow at dawn. I have to wait here for further instructions."


The no. 1 player in VRMMORPG, Two Worlds, fall under the scheme of his lifelong enemy. From the top of the heaven he crashed to the bottom of the world.

Being laughed at and with huge debt in his shoulder he try to get his revenge and conquer the game so no one will looked down on him anymore.

With his best friend, can he conquer the game?

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Although these highlands looks vast, I've finally exited from it after more than an hour of following this group of ants.

Maybe because were too fast that another forest finally enters my vision without my knowledge.

Its better to assume that I'm a part of this group thanks to this neverending chase when I'm only here to spectate this insect war.

Who would emerge victorious? The kidnapper Centipede? or a group of Ant knights whose there to save their queen? I'm excited, huhuh.

And because we've finally arrived in a forest, mobility of agile ants started to show off. They stretched their body and jumped from one tree to another like a ninja, using their legs to blasted off and nimbly zigzagging forward.

Finally, I've come to see the back of the centipede we've been chasing.

In my case, I fly using my Beetle wings while running at the same time to increase my movement speed as this creatures are too fast to follow.

"Huh?" And in the middle of this forest is a cliff, but below is another forest, of course.

The centipede hastily crawled down. Thereafter, ants followed their pursuit and hastily jumpes off. Now that I think about it, I've only seen no more than ten Eve Trees along the way, and the rests turned out to be a normal trees in this placd. That's why, everytime that ants jumped off, trees tore up in the process.

So there's only normal forest in this area?

I almost forgotten I'm inside the red line thanks to this view. The only thing thats keeping me from thinking so, is the visible cloud from above.

Anyway, while crawling down, one ant arrived at the tail of the centipede and crawl behind but the centipede didn't stop its trail.

Like a spectator I am, I look what's in front and there's nothing peculiar but uneasiness fills my spine.

What is it?

In this area, the book of [Red Line Creature] on my hand is utterly useless. They've never seen any ants this big, and so do I. Although I shouldn't be surprise because this is a fantasy world. So why am I bothered by it?

But still, there's something that give me uneasiness in this area.

Then I remember the word of the man who gave us this map. "The world beyond this map, is unknown and uncharted"

After that word exited out of my muttering lips, I flying and landed at the nearest branch.

Sound still reverberated from below where centipede and ants clashes.

Boom Boom---!

Everytime the centipede shakes its body, one ants flew off as multiple of trees completely destroys in the process.

I stop thinking about this uneasiness and follow the insects instead but momentarily after, there's a third party who joined the prey.

Although smaller than an ants and doesn't have an armor-like body but instead hairy and has long arm, this creatures nimbly rode above the ant, then either hammer its fist or uprooting the ants antennae.

"Just another species of baboon, but how come they dominated this ants?"

One after another, ants like a lego, detached its stomach from thre body thanks for two baboons teamed up to pull it off while others rooted another ant's antennae. After all, the communication channel of this insects are their antennas.

On the other hand, the centipede arrived in front of another baboon that is smaller than the other. The centipede dropped off an ant from its mouth as if paying attribute to a small baboon.

"What is this peculiar spectacle?" I can't help but lowet my brows thanks to this curiosity.

Boom---!

And before I start making any move, the small baboon punched the centipede as it rocketed hundreds of meters away, destroying the big rocks in the process. Headless and lifeless.

With their instinct however, ants tried their best to fight back, killing dozen of baboons in the process but because they're too aggressive and prioritize on saving their brethren, they'll annihilated in no time.

Watching this bloody scene, I can't help but shake my head and look towards that small baboon.

Maybe smaller than me, that baboon has an amazing herculean strength to punch the centipede, then pulled off the poor ant queen as it entered to the nearest cave, enough for five times of my size to enter.

"What's this? Don't tell me its a dungeon?" I tried to take a peek and realize this same cave that gives me chill after arriving the area but at that moment, baboons screech from my back as if giving a warning.

They wanted to attack me but of course, I used [Echo] and initiate intimidation.

Of all the creature I devoured, only one has an intrinsic ability called [Menace] thanks to its presence alone. That creature is none other than the [Helix Asura], a six-armed red creature we encountered after adventuring for a couple of days. Although looks strong and almighty, and maybe stronger than the Beetle Rhinoceros. I still defeated it alone.

This is the seventh day of our adventure, so this is the day we should return back as that's the promise we made with our parents.

Anyway, thanks to that new skill in my arsenal, I echo it along with [Intimidating Howl] and created my own [Intimidation] skill. That's a smaller version of Conqueror's Haki, alright. Possessing this skill alone is enough to get the attention of the world.

This skill alone is what made me famous in the near future fufufu I'm looking forward to it.

Anyway, this skill isn't that strong yet, because---

Hiyaaaaa---!

One, two... tree baboon charged at my direction.

I defended one while dodging the other two, momentarily punched them in succession.

BAM BAM---!

Slash---!

But this time, I am but amazed.

Because one of them protruded a nail, long enough to cut my body, thankfully I'm a slime. So this is nothing, but still, this baboon is unordinary.

Boom--!

I punched them whilst crater formed on their stomach. Another batch charged through but just like the other, they too blasted off.

After eating more than 30 different kind of monsters, that alone is the evidence how much my ability escalates. Still, I'm not invincible to the point of letting my body slashed, that's why I didn't let my guard down but for some reason, I feel like I'm still not strong enough.

Landing back after pounded another batch of attackers, I stared at the remaining baboons as if wanting to eat me whole. I waited for them to initiate another attack for an Nth time but none of them move a single muscle. Afraid to receive another inevitable beating.

After thirty minutes? One hour? Two hours? I waited. Waiting for that small baboon to return back from that cave

Until I have this feeling that my back started to burn, as if something is approaching. An intent that is death.

Was this the accumulated instinct of all the creatures I eaten? I wonder.

BOOOOOM----!

Stronger than how I blasted the baboons, big impact reached my head but I defend it thanks for the sudden instinct I sensed.

[Echo: Inviolable Armor Shell]

With my arm created scales thanks to Armadillo-type creature, added with the Defense from Beetle Rhinoceros and other creatures I eaten. I created a layered of armor forming as my arm, hard enough to defend from the incoming attack.

Cracked spreads throughout the ground where I stands but I heard the same cracking sound from my body. More specifically. From my arm as the cracks spreads.

BOOM---!

Before reorganizing my body however, another punch arrived from my side, whilst I welcomed it with the same skill, [Inviolable Armor Shell].

But this time, my arm cracked open and scales peeled open.

Rolling hundreds of meters, I still hear the body of mine violently creaking, but opposite of it, there's this filling of enjoyment boiling and burning inside.

I haven't yet to realize it, but I am smiling.

Dash---!

BOOM BOOM---!

I thrust myself forward seconds after standing back up, returning to the creature who pounded me.

This creature is none other than their baboon leader. The responsible of one shotting the centipede just then. It returned from that cave but it didn't carry the body of an Ant queen anymore. What are they doing with that creature? I wanted to know. 

And just like I said, now that it's in front of me and head-on, this baboon indeed is smaller than the rest, but its uniqueness lies in its form.

Its easy to distinguished this baboon because just like how human recognizing each gender, this baboon has the same frame like that of a lady. Just looking to pair of its titties, to be exact. Her hair-less face is also stunning for a mere monkey.

That's right, this baboon is their leader but also a queen(?)

Also, there's this feature on her hairy chest, a symbol like that of a five leaf clover spreads throughout her belly.

What's more, her hair color is blazing in red!

The moment I turn my eyes on her, there's the moment and idea that's burning on my chest and mind. "I will make you my crew member!" That's right.

I smile from the thought as she welcomed my punches with her fist while wind beneath us scatters and resounded.

Boom Boom--!

I decided, I will take her to the sea! This creature is not just unique but also strong!

"Come, come with me! Let's go to the sea!"

Uppercut reached her chin but she slightly tilts her head and follow up with full swing of her arm.

And as if answering my question, she swung it and strike me undefended. Her hoarse voice is small but I heard it loud and clear. before blowing off "Hate! Hu....man!!"

Then, I flew off from her sudden palm strike and for the second time and feel the pain echoes in my body like a thunderclap.

Standing, I look at her with smile "You're a Fuhrer Monkey" and with blood dripping off of my mouth.

Is this exhilaration? To let my slime body bleed?I wanted to ask.

Anyway. Unlike the rest of the baboon, her specie is different. A Fuhrer Monkey to be precise.

My father once told me, that there is a creature in the red line, capable of speaking human language. Close to that is the specie of intelligent baboon. When second to this line is a humandrill baboon. 

I know this humandrill baboon, as theylived in an island where Dracule Mihawk used as his base of operation and they are indeed genius and strong enough to inflict damage to a tired Zoro and even copy his swordsmanship. That alone is commendable.

But who would have thought that there's this specie who are many times more intelligent and/or potentially stronger than the humandrill baboon?

A Fuhrer Monkey! Yes, that's them.

With their hyper eccentric behaviour why their specie didn't introduce to the world. They are one of rarest specie close to extinction thanks to this. Its none other than their supremacism.

But who would have thought I discovered one for myself? What can you call it if this isn't fate?

"Fuhrer Monkey follow the strong, right? Then, I want you to acknowledge me---"

Simultaneously, I arrived in front of her again as we exchange fists. "Acknowledge that I am stronger than you are"

[Echo: Helix Strong Arm!]

Unlike [Inviolable Armor Shell] that can cast continously, [Helix Strong Arm] is an instant cast.

My arm produced an titanic illusion like that of a fists as it rotated comparable to a drill, while at the same time, [Inviolable Armor Shell] are still activated.

BOOM---!

Two fists collided. And unlike the last time where only gusts of wind are created, this time, cracked spread through like a spider web, as it was her who flew off after this exchange.

Her arm dislocated after this bout as she cried out in agony and pain.

Her underlings screech and wanted to pounce at me but she only howl in return, as if saying their help is unneeded.

But instead of raising her flag of defeat, her eyes burned like fire, unafraid of death but unwilling to fight me at the same time.

What is it that she's fighting for?

I can't help but looked at the cave she once entered. She then spoken as if stuttering, "Protect... master... cave"

She said so in hoarse voice but unlike the one who has the eye that is willing to help its master, hers is like that she doesn't have a choice, but still do so.

"What is it that's holding you back?" I stepped foot of her dangerous area where she can hit me if she wanted to but I didn't flinch one bit and instead, reach my hands unto her twisted arm.

According to father, once they, Fuhrer Monkey acknowledged you, they won't show any resistance, especially if you look closely into their eye. They're supremacist, so their glare is different when they'll acknowledged you.

Momentarily, my arm turned into a slime and slowly, it crawled unto hers and towards her armpit as she closed her eyes. Its stings I know, but she's a strong fella, so this treatment should do nothing to her.

In her eye, shows a single drip of tear that's about to drizzle but she only wiped it clean. I then follow a word, "I defeated you, so I now have the rights to take you, correct?"

She's about to nod her head, but change it and shake it instead.

"Master... I... Protect" I understand this word, but the meaning behind it, I don't have any idea what it was.

If its about this, only Jirah has the ability to communicate in any creature with enough intelligent. And I'm sure its an easy feat for her thanks to her job as an entertainer, the acrobat in circus. After all, they have an animal on their performance and she's befriended with them.

But right now, she's not here.

With that in mind, I look at the cave instead. Is this a dungeon? I stand up straight after healing her hand completely, but she momentarily arrived in front, blocking me and said, "Sorry, not allowed", stopping me.

Huh!?

After thinking it through, the only answer I come up with, is to defeat this so called master to liberate her completely.

So why is she blocking my path?

I want to kick her ass again, but something within her eyes made me uncomfortable.

Did she perhaps, afraid? Afraid of what?

Or, there's something wrong within this cave? Maybe that is the reason why I didn't enter beforehand and instead wait for her to exit? That unknowingly, my instinct kicked in?

I don't know, but now I'm curious.

It all started when a young man, woken up in the world's greatest border. . .The Red Line


*This is purely and entirely fan-fic only and the Author does not own the covered photo*

Lin Wanwan looked at the comments and did not refresh the application again. Instead, she followed a male fan named "Ball" and An Qiao.
Within a few minutes, An Qiao followed her back.
Most of the netizens in this age and time were kind.
It was not Lin Wanwan's fault that she was sick, and this was an insufficient excuse to be attacked.
As long as she does not make a mistake, she could survive in this entertainment circle based on her looks.
However, she also knew that the fans who said they liked her now were just casually saying so. 
What she needed was a representational work that could prove herself. This would then be the foundation of her foothold in the entertainment circle.
As the bell rang, the students who were gathered at the door dispersed. 
During class, Lin Wanwan found that her classmates would stare at her from time to time. In her previous life, she was accustomed to seeing all sights and sounds; thus, she would ignore these stares and concentrate on playing the role of a good student well. 
She listened carefully in class and concentrated on revision after class. Occasionally, there would be one or two students who try to curry favor with her, but she defended herself with her acts of foolishness. 
Time flew by and it was Friday again. 
Lin Wanwan initially wanted to have a good night's rest and resume filming the next day. However, once she returned to the student hostel, she received a call from An Qiao to film a late show.
Lin Wanwan was resigned to fate. She climbed out of bed and rushed to the studio. 
As she walked over with a sad look, An Qiao touched his nose awkwardly.
"You're still studying so you're only free on the weekends. However, as you're the second female lead and have a lot of filming parts, we have to hurry up. Don't worry, there's only your individual scenes tonight, so bring out the best in you. Let's aim for one take!"
"You have to treat me to supper later then."
"Sure, sure, sure!"
"Milk tea as well."
"No problem!"
Only then did Lin Wanwan obediently nod.
The staff personnel who witnessed this scene could not help but sigh, "Fortune favors fools. This Lin Wanwan has changed the direction of the Internet with just a Weibo message. Even Director An treats her like his pampered daughter now. When did you ever see Director An in such cheerful countenance?"
"If we were the ones who wanted supper, he would say…"
Upon hearing the word "supper," An Qiao immediately turned his head around and showed a black face.
"You guys still want to have supper? Better buck up! If you can't complete my shooting schedule, I'll let you guys live on air tomorrow!"
They looked at one another and wept without tears.
"Yes, that's right…"
This differential treatment was too much!
A group of people felt indignant but dared not voice it out.
Lin Wanwan was still considered happy. The only minor challenge she faced was probably having to restrain herself from time to time.
After years of training, her acting skills were very sophisticated. She was a veteran in terms of all the studio rules.
"Ok, another take!"
As An Qiao stared at the monitor screen, he signaled camera 3 to follow up. 
"Cut!"
Lin Wanwan deliberately revealed a small flaw, and this was indeed discovered by An Qiao.
He was not angry, and he tried to explain the character's psychology to her in simple words and a simple tone. He also repeated her lines word for word.
Lin Wanwan seemed to be listening carefully on the surface, but she was silently sighing in her heart.
It was much more difficult to act foolish than act smart…
An Qiao finally released her for her break at 2am and resumed filming at 6am.
Lin Wanwan slept on the sofa in the lounge for a few hours. Early in the morning, Assistant Gao knocked on the door and reminded her that it was time for her shoot.
"Oh, ok."
She rubbed her eyes. Resigned to fate, she got up and washed up.
Worried that she might not adapt to this, An Qiao had especially arranged for Assistant Gao to follow her.


Lin Wanwan is a pitiful mentally-disabled girl. Not only does she suffer abuse from her stepmother, her stepmother even attempts to use her as a sexual commodity to pleasure others. Eventually, the poor Wanwan dies from an overdose…

Perhaps a god or a devil had witnessed her tragic fate, but Wanwan gets a brand new chance at life—an external soul takes over her body and gains Wanwan's memories.

The resurrected Lin Xiao swears to seek revenge for Wanwan.

Having witnessed Wanwan's death and resurrection process, Tang Chen is intrigued by the changes she undergoes. When he tries to cheat Wanwan to gain possession of her, a knight descends from the sky and saves her. He allows her to seek his help thrice.

Just who is this mysterious knight?

The revived Wanwan demonstrates her astounding talent and intelligence. Not only does she leave her enemies helpless against her, but she also becomes a celebrity who sweeps through the entertainment industry. Who exactly is she?

When Wanwan interacts more with the knight, she realizes that he is actually a devil…

"From this moment forth, every inch of your body is mine. Resistance is futile."

He had descended like Satan, wantonly occupying her body and mind…

It's fine. Even if he's the devil, he would still be trampled beneath her feet.

Like—a word that she should not have taken for granted—was ringing into Sharmaine's ears. Her heart fluttered; her eyes wavers; her face flushed. Strange butterflies started to swirl in her stomach, giving Ivan the impression that he was giving Sharmaine a bad time.
"I-I'm sorry. I did not want to give you a bad time. I was just,"—he looked away from her brown eyes—"I was just giving you an option. I learned that you got into an accident six months ago, but other than that, there were no other information I could get my hands on." His eyes were just lovely as he locked it to hers.
His eyes seemed to gleam while he walked closer to gently hold her hand. He raised it up and felt her trebling hands. "Tell me what happened."
Sharmaine stared at him with shaky eyes. She felt the familiar feeling yet again that lingered for a moment. Her lips were shut; it was not able to utter any word that she wanted to say. They stared at each other as the background noises slowly disappeared.
"I-I don't kno—"
Sudden footsteps entered the vicinity; confidence towering beyond their physical bodies. The men shared eye contact as they exchanged prickly daggers from one person to another. The two men, who just had arrived, walked closer to examine what was going on.
"M-Mr. Suarez!" Sharmaine gasped, yanking Ivan's hands away, "I am terribly sorry for leaving without permission." Her words felt rushed as her heart beat. She knew that it was inappropriate to do anything else other than work during office hours, however, she felt a little conflicted.
"Ms. Mendoza, we'll talk tomorrow," said Denzel, his eyes did not look serious nor angry—it was... empty.
She felt her body freeze. There were so much more words she could've said, but all she ever did was to walk away silently. Finally, she could feel the wind and the heat that came from the sun. As she paced back to the office, she glanced by the clock and saw that it was nearly lunch. 
She felt a struggling pain in her stomach with no desire to go to the clinic nor stay in the building any longer even though she had probably work. She mindlessly aimed for the exit and returned home with no words to utter.
The journey home was also uneventful. There was traffic here and there, but the other roads were empty. She returned home with no one to welcome her at the doorstep. She questioned for the presence of Merry herself, but she figured that she was running errands for her mom. In the end, she returned to her room and plopped herself on the big bed. She turned sideways and felt another pain.
She grumbled and laid on her back. "Am I getting sick now?"
A knock suddenly came in. "Miss, may I please enter your quarters? I was tasked to throw out the old paintings today."
"Yes, come in."
"Thank you, Miss." Her smile was yet again very warm. Sharmaine continued to follow the woman using her eyes.
"You said that those paintings were getting thrown out, right?" Sharmaine asked.
The old woman's head nodded. "Precisely. I did not really get why seeing as I used to watch the young mistresses paint. It's just sad that she'll throw away such memories."
"Paintings? Mom painted those?"
The old woman chuckled. "Yes. The mistresses were both very talented artists, even though they preferred different surfaces to work on. I remember this house filled with countless drawing and paints before you were born. The other mistress was very messy and preferred the walls than the canvases," the old woman smiled to Sharmaine yet again, "Oh dear, pardon my noisy mouth, Mistress. I shall proceed to follow the orders of your mother."
"Oh, no. I don't mind." The old woman left as Sharmaine smiled. She felt the immense satisfaction as she laid down on the soft bed, her back still aching for unknown reasons.
 Finally, she thought, another information to prove my hypothesis.

UPS: DISCONTINUED

Sharmaine Violet Mendoza had just quit her job as a bar girl after being harassed by a customer. Unexpectedly, the owner had his connections and ordered every business in  Q city to not take her in. 

Luckily, as she walked through town, a very catchy billboard caught her attention. 

Now hiring!

Assistant Secretary at Suarez Corporation.

With her shining eyes and spirit filled with hope, she contacted the company and got informed that only male clients were allowed!

With her clever brain, she got in disguising as a man. And suspiciously, when she got involved in her boss' affairs, her life had gone off the normal route.

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Everything in this novel are from the author's imaginations. Any characters, settings and sequences of events related to you or to another story is pure coincidence.

The cover was made by Abominable_Snowman22

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