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

Kamo Rika, the blessed daughter of the famous Kamo family, was blessed with something the whole family wished to have. She was the sacred child but she wasn't aware until she was told about it. She set out to be a sorcerer but soon failed as she went against her modals. She lost her beloved students, her friends, and the person she regretted the most to lose was her lover. 
Her lover, Gensai Shotaro, the blessed son of the heavens was the only person Rika loved with her whole heart and he loved her back the same way. He was from the famous Gensai bloodline. 
What happens when Rika decides to come back to become a sorcerer again? 

Akemi Rina, a girl who is looked for and demanded in high amount by famous superhuman organizations, has been finally outside her house and into the free and open world. She's the daughter of royal blood deemed to be the next queen. She possesses a superpower that she is not aware of. She meets a special girl just like her on her dangerous encounter outside. 

Hayami Koto, the unknown daughter of semi-royal blood, has made her superpower special and she's one of the top warriors. She can fight with any weapon she's given and she's amazing even without one. She meets Akemi and teaches her how to live in this dangerous world. 

When these two come together, they can rule the world and become leaders of every dimension. Read more on how their journey unrolls!

Mazda who got crossed to another world, try to keep humble and do a good deed. But yet, the problem still comes, with a heavy heart he raises his fist to reduce the problems. And... He acts in a different way for a specific problem...

▓▒░Your Physical Power is increased by +1░▒▓

I couldn't wait for another 50 days. Instead of taking the necessary precaution, I began writing a name. I picked up a pencil and wrote,

'Harold Smith. 
Cause of Death: Car accident.
Details: After donating all his money to a suitable charity, he'll get hit by a truck. Seconds before he dies, he'll repeat the word killer 5 times.'

Harold Smith was a ruthless businessman. He didn't do anything wrong in life, yet I still wrote his name. After a while, he'd soon die of a heart attack. Obviously, I noted his name after checking his marital status. He wasn't married, which made me less conscious of who I was killing. 

I flipped the notebook to the next page, and tore it out. I tore the page in such a manner, that no one could find out that I had done so, on quick observations. I then proceeded to write another name. 

'Arata Watanabe. 
Cause of Death: Accident.
Details: After donating all his money to a suitable charity, he'll get hit by a truck. Seconds before he dies, he'll repeat the word killer 5 times.'

I altered the cause of death to avoid suspicion. For two famous businessmen to die during the same hour was already rare enough. 

For Arata, I mentioned his cause of death as an accident. I even mentioned that he would be killed by a truck. However, Arata could die through various ways. He could die while present in a car, he could die while walking on the road and he could possibly die due to a truck crashing into his house. Without a specific detail, how would the death note exhibit its magic? What action would the death note take? Was the death note biased in such a case to take a specific action? 

Questions popped into my mind to no end. I shrugged my head. After 10 minutes, I erased Arata's name and began to write another.

What if the 'Death Note' was given to someone other than Light? How would the incidents progress? Would there be havoc and chaos or peace and prosperity? Find out in an alternate story of the franchise 'Death Note'.


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"Who am I?"

[I don't know yet, but you'll figure it out soon.]

"How long will I be like this?"

[Not too long, just have to be patient.]

"What am I supposed to do until then?"

[Before I answer your question, tell me a random word.]

"Why?"

[It'll help me create your identity.]

"My identity?"

[That's right.]

"Does it have to be anything specific?"

[Not at all, it can be the first word that comes to your mind.]

"If that's the case, I choose vacation."

[Why vacation?]

"It was the first word that came to my mind."

[Okay....]

"Is there a problem?"

[No, I just need you to pick another random word again. It would be very helpful.]

"Cook."

[That was quick, but now I can begin to forge your identity.]

"How do you forge my identity?"

[I will ask you a series of questions and place your answers onto your character profile.]

"Like a interview?"

[Exactly.]

"Okay, let's begin then."

[Question 1. What's your name?]

"I don't have one."

[Question 2. What is your age?]

"Um... I think I'm ten or sixteen?"

[Question 3. What is your gender?]

"I am neither masculine and feminine, so I guess I'm none of the two?"

[Question 4. What is your race?]

"I'm human, I think?"

[Question 5. Do you have hair?]

"Yes."

[Question 5/1. What's your hair's colour?]

"It's plain white."

[Question 5/2. How long is your hair?]

"It's just below my shoulders."

[Question 5/3. Is your hair straight or curly?]

"It's straight."

[Question 6. What's your eye colour?]

"It's light grey."

[Question 7. What's your skin colour?]

"Grey."

[Question 8. What is your height?]

"I'm around five to six feet tall."

[Question 9. What is your weight?]

"Uh... 140 lbs?"

[Question 10. Favorite color?]

"Green."

[Question 11. Favorite food?]

"Pineapples."

[Question 12. Favorite animal?]

"Cats."

[Question 13. Favorite activity?]

"I don't know."

[That's it. We're all done, now to tinker some of the details.]

"Tinker the details?"

[That's right. For example, we're going to change your original hair colour. Do you want to change it any specific colour?]

"Green."

[What type of green? Light or dark? Or is there a specific type of green you would really want?"

"Pear green."

[...]

"Is that okay?"

[Yes. How about your hair length?]

"Above my elbows."

[Curly or straight?]

"Are there other options?"

[Fluffy or silky?]

"Is it okay if I choose both straight and fluffy?"

[Of course you can.]

"Okay."

[Any suggestions for your eye colour?]

"Uh... not really."

[Then I how about a nice shade of yellow?]

"That's fine."

[Skin remaining grey?]

"Yes. I don't see the point to change it."

[What about height or weight?]

"I'm fine, I'm already satisfied with my original height and weight."

[Change of age?]

"I don't know. I'm unsure if I want to be ten or sixteen."

[Then how about we split it in the middle and make you thirteen.]

"Okay."

[How about gender?]

"I don't really want to choose..."

[They and them pronounces?]

"That makes me feel more like I'm a item than a person."

[Then how about you remain as who you are while also being called by he or she pronounces?]

"Is that okay?"

[Of course it is! It's my story after all.]

"Fair point..."

[I think that's it. All the details are filled in.]

"What's going to happen now?"

[I'll send you into my world, but you'll won't remember our conversation.]

"I won't? Why? Is there a specific reason?"

[It's so that the story will move on more naturally.]

"Will we met again?"

[I'm the author. Even when you can't sense my presence, I'll be there. Watching over you.]

"Really? Is that true?"

[Yes, it is.]

"Than... fair well Author, until we can talk again."

[Fair well my creation, have fun.]

Dear Author...
Tell me a tale about adventure.
Tell me a tale about love.
Tell me a tale about war.

Write me a story worth reading.
Write me a story worth my absolute attention.
Write me a story worth dreaming about.

As a character of your personal design.
Will you grant your creation only wish.
Send me to a world where your wildest imaginations reside.

Dear Author... write my story.

Gravis took a deep breath to calm down. "So, I've wasted about four months on this?"
His father narrowed his eyes at Gravis, and Gravis actually felt some genuine annoyance from his father. Gravis had known his father for his whole life. So, he was pretty good at noticing the small differences in his expression.
"Do you think it's that easy to create Jade Tokens that beam knowledge right into your Spirit?" his father asked. "Others don't even get all the information at once. They have to search for it by themselves. You're in a privileged position here. Yet, you're still complaining? Then what's the difference between you and your sister, Melody?"
Gravis took a deep breath. He had forgotten that he was in a privileged position. The best forger alive was teaching him personally, yet, Gravis had still complained about the time it took.
Gravis hated hypocrites the most, but now, he saw himself acting the same way. He was getting the best education regarding forging, but he had still not been satisfied with it. When Gravis realized that, he felt horrible. He had acted exactly like the people he despised.
"I'm sorry," Gravis said genuinely, even bowing a little. "My greed for power has blinded me to reality. Thank you for reminding me of my own principles, father," Gravis.
His father nodded. "Good, then go learn the alloys," his father said.
Gravis nodded and concentrated his Spirit onto the Jade Token. As soon as his Spirit touched the Jade token, it broke apart, and a sea of knowledge assaulted Gravis' Spirit. It was a very similar feeling to the time when he had absorbed Heaven's lightning, but still a bit different.
Back then, he had immediately comprehended the concept behind that specific kind of lightning. This time, he wasn't comprehending any concepts but just learned one thing after another without any connection between them.
Even though one could say that learning all these alloys was less knowledge than learning Punishment Lightning, it still took way longer for Gravis to deal with this knowledge. This was the difference between just learning and reciting raw data and actually knowing the concepts behind it.
Gravis remained unmoving with a stunned and shocked expression for hours. His whole being was entirely concentrating on the knowledge that was infused into him. There were so incredibly many combinations of materials that could create so many different alloys.
Only a select few of these alloys would be useful for weapons, but that didn't mean that the others were useless. Many different kinds of machinery or equipment needed different kinds of properties for their materials.
On top of that, many materials had different affinities. Some made it way easier to store a kind of element, while others were better at storing Will-Spheres. Some other alloys or materials didn't allow certain Formation Arrays to be placed on them, while others only allowed a limited number.
Of course, Gravis knew that he wouldn't come into contact with over 99% of the materials and alloys he learned. There were simply too many, and different worlds had different materials. Yet, Gravis didn't know which world he would go to and what materials he would be able to find there. Therefore, he needed to learn about all of them.
After several hours, Gravis finally managed to regain control over his Spirit and body. Such a state left him completely helpless, and if he weren't with his father, brother, or mother, he would be incredibly nervous during that time.
Of course, no one would just barge into his father's room to kill him. Therefore, this place was the best place to go through these risky situations. He hadn't been able to deal with his emotions in the lower world because of the same reason. Any weakness could prove fatal there.
"You done?" his father asked.
Gravis took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes. It's a lot of knowledge," he said. "I even feel like I'm on the cusp of understanding something. The diagrams about the composition of Energy of the different materials feel like they're hiding a deeper meaning."
"Forging is also a law that is divided into many smaller laws. Understanding the concept of why different materials are how they are is one of these laws," his father explained.
"Oh, that's a law?" Gravis asked in surprise. He had thought that laws felt different. He had thought that they would be more magical in understanding, but apparently not. "Also, what do you mean with smaller laws?"
"Some things are easier to understand than others. Understanding why water flows downward is easier than understanding how space bends. There is a system for categorizing different laws, but you don't need to bother with that right now," his father said.
Gravis furrowed his brows. "How come? What's speaking against me knowing these things?"
"Because, if you know the different levels of laws, you might start overreaching. Knowing about the levels would also make you fixate on a specific goal. Normally, fixing on a specific goal is a good thing, but not in the case of laws. If you only concentrate on achieving one thing, you're blind to recognize the things you find along the way."
Gravis thought about this for a while as he looked at the ceiling. 'It makes some kind of sense, I guess,' Gravis thought unsurely. 'I might reach my goal sooner, but maybe I wouldn't be able to comprehend many other, smaller laws along the way.'
The Opposer saw that his son wasn't entirely convinced. "You could say that the smallest and weakest laws are the most important for your future," he said.
"How come?" Gravis asked.
"Because they are the door to a new path. If you don't know how the raindrop works, you can't even begin to understand how an icicle works. Without understanding how an icicle works, you can't understand how a snowstorm works, and without that, you can't understand how the supreme cold works."
"The more powerful and fundamental the Law, the more small laws you have to know to grasp it. If you only focus on one goal, you might miss understanding something about other small laws. There is nearly no useless law in this world, and the more you know, the better. Just try to learn about the things that interest you. That's the best path forward."
Gravis finally understood what his father meant. Now, it also made sense to him. Gravis was very introspective, and he knew that there was a real chance that he would only focus on his explicit goal, ignoring everything else along the way. Not teaching him about different laws was really more beneficial than detrimental.
"Thank you, father," Gravis said. He was thankful that his father allowed him to see another potential problem about himself. Life was about growing and becoming the perfect person they wanted to be. The more Gravis knew about himself, the better he could judge if an action would yield a positive or negative result. The personality of a person was one of the most significant factors for power.
His father nodded again. "Good, if you want, you can try to understand the concept behind the different materials. The Law you would be able to grasp from that would be called the Middle-Tier Hard Pure Material Composition Law."
Gravis blinked a couple of times. "That's a mouthful," he said.
"Because it's the lowest form of a law. Generally, the longer the name, the lower the Law. Every word of the name specifies what you know further. Let me explain it to you once, so you understand."
Gravis nodded.
"The Composition Law is one of the highest Laws that exist. When you know that, you know how everything is made in the world. When you understand that, you can use it to create everything you want to make."
Gravis' eyes widened. "Does that mean that I can also create life?" he asked.
"If you also understand how life works, yes. Anyway, the more words you add, the more specified your understanding of the Law. The word 'Material' shows that you only know the composition of dead matter. You don't know about the composition of living matter or different forms of Energies."
"The word 'Pure' shows that you only know about the pure materials. There is nearly an infinite number of combinations of materials that create something different. So, you would only know about pure materials."
"The word 'Hard' refers to materials similar to ore and stone. You don't know about wood, water, earth, or similar, relatively softer materials. Lastly, the word Middle-Tier refers to the fact that your understanding would only go up to the Immortal Realm."
"Therefore, you would only understand a tiny bit of knowledge regarding something very specific in the grand scheme of things," his father finished explaining.
Gravis slowly started realizing how much there was to learn. He had read for such a long time and knew so much about all these things. Yet, it still required so many words to show exactly how small the area of his knowledge was.
Gravis' eyes shone for a bit as he realized a small peculiarity. "When I understand a law, I can't know its specific name with much accuracy, right?" Gravis asked.
His father nodded. "Exactly. You only know what you know. You can't know what you don't know. Naming a newly understood Law requires knowing things that you don't know. So, there are generally two names for laws, an official one, made by a powerful cultivator very knowledgable in that field, and one that the cultivator created for themselves."
Gravis nodded. "Thank you for explaining. What's next?"
Boom!
A huge pile of different materials appeared out of thin air.
"Smelting practice."


With a father as strong as the highest heavens themselves, Gravis wasn't required to step into the cold and ruthless world of cultivation.

But when Heaven used him in a scheme to get back at his father, Gravis realized that he needed strength to gain true freedom.

As long as he remained his weak self, he would always remain beneath Heaven’s oppression. Only true power brings true freedom.

To gain strength, Gravis ventured into the lower worlds to start his cultivation under true life and death tempering. 

Only a strong will, which had been forged in striving for every resource available, would allow him to reach the peak.

Heaven’s strongest weapon was Lightning of Divine Punishment, and only if he made this weapon his, would he have a chance.

So, to overthrow Heaven,

Lightning Is the Only Way!

Yet, the path to power is painful. 

Not everyone reaches the peak.

But Gravis will!

No matter how much pain he feels along the way!

-- There will be 2 chapters a day --

Thanks go to Noel, Raikyodeus and Chaotic_Luck for Proofreading!

Cover by: digitalrowye

The year was 1969, supposedly, not that years or numbers are relevant, after all counting is lame. Storytelling is not my skill, and neither is time traveling, but I'd like to assume it's the same a using a clock backwards.  She told me to write about the letter, so I asked her 
"What letter?" Mostly because there are 26 in the alphabet, so the letter wasn't very specific. She answered me, eventually, telling me that there had been a letter sent, the type that you mail, through the postal service, the one that the government funds. But I had never revived a letter from her, in fact the last letter I revised had been nearly a decade ago from a colleague of mine, oddly enough we share the same name, just different spellings, and it isn't even an obscure name, not even an obscure spelling, not that it matters. She attempted to clarify the content of the letter, but instead she just told me about the sender, a sexy Russian model, which left the content of the letter still a mystery. She wasn't to happy when I told her I hadn't received it, but the tense atmosphere was lifted, when we both heard a knock on the door, because it would be strange if only one of us heard it. I asked her if she'd mind checking, who had been so rude to interrupt our conversation, but when she looked out the peep hole and through the door, there wasn't a soul in sight. Just to be safe, she opened the door, finding in her words " a mysterious red letter". 
"What letter?" I asked her again, because to my surprise, at this point there will still 26 in the alphabet, so a red one wasn't very specific. 
"R" She told me. Outside my door lay the letter R, which to be honest, meant absolutely nothing to me,  except for that there could be a slight chance that she had been watching today's newest show aired on public broadcasting channels, which would be quite odd, saying it isn't really geared at our age range. She closed the door, leaving the letter outside, and sat down in front of the fireplace, reasonable behavior for early November, when it's fire season. She quickly changed the topic as if the letter and the sexy Russian model  weren't important anymore and began speaking of birds of paradise. Just as she begins speaking about peacocks, another knock is heard on the door, I'd like to say both of us heard this knock, because that would be normal, but it would also be lying, because only I heard the knock.Even odder, she was closest to the door, so when I asked her if she heard the knock, she takes the time digest my words, and decides she's scared, of both the knock and that only I heard it. To alleviate her fears I go to check the door, making what I have been told had been a mistake, I open the door with out first looking through the peep hole, finding another letter. Surprisingly enough, it is another letter of the alphabet, the letter "U" written in yellow, laid to the right of the R. I thought it would be quite interesting if these letters were to spell a word, but now was no time to guess, because we had no idea how many letters the to word had, and 1817 words started with those two letters, so it would take a lot of guessing to find the right one. I leave the letters outside, and return to the comfort of our fireplace room. Informing her that it was nothing, just another letter, and she didn't hear it because of the crackling of the fireplace. This does nothing to comfort her, and instead she is just more on edge, as if she knew something I didn't.

To: My Dearest Rose, time is relative, all there are all sorts of times, maybe soon, you'll see as many as we have.

//Alright so I started this, and honestly I have little intention to finish it , but its a thing so I'm letting it out into the world//


"There's no use!We almost spent the five days here and no sign of anything useful at all!" Winter conplained, head banginf onto the brown table, cheeks puffing.


"Stop complaining Winter and stop being lazy and just read.You keep complaining but you only read one book in 2 hours while we here, is already at four books." 
Adelaide said.

"Still, my eyes hurt!" Winter again complained for thr billionth time.

"What are you guys talking about?" 
Ophelia arrived with her carrying books.

"Winter keep complaining about her eyes hurting from reading a mere single book." Adelaide rolled her eyes, her ears are tired from the younger one who keep complaining.

"I didn't find anything here, Winter wanna come with me and help me find some books?" Alfred chair creeked, standing up and offering Winter to come with him.

"Okay!I don't even want to stay here and just let me eat people!" Winter yelled inside the library, no one is allowed to go here after all.They need the Empress permission.

The two left, mistly Winter being noisy didn't stop the remaining people to do their work.Ophelia sat down beside Adelaide, blue eyes gazing at the quiet male far away from them.

Azazel sighed, fingers combing his chesnut hair.Pushing his glasses up to his nose bridge, he close the book and was about to grab another book beside him but found none.

He didn't even noticed that all the books he took finally finished it all up.Nevertheless, he didn't find any specific antidote nor any herbs that can temporarily stop the spreading of the black liquid crawling to their system.

He didn't know what Anastasia used for to create the antidote, he's a really dumb one to never asked that.If he could only turned back the time, he will grab the opportunity to asked her. 

Azazel stood up, pushing the book at the piles of book on top of the long table.
He then turned around, "Did you guys find anything yet?" 

Adelaide shake her head,"No, it's all useless and no specific word of black liquid." 

Azazel nodded, before leaving again to grab another batch of books.Never once glance at the quiet black haired female.
He never even want to cross path with her, she is like a ticking time bomb for him.

He adventure through the countless bookshelves, it almost make him dizzy from too much books, there's alot of books and they can't even know if they can find the antidote within all of this.

It will take them years to even find single clue of it.This time, he went towardsat the very back of the library, as he passed the section of countless books, the farther he get, the messier the place is.

Nobody even wanted to go to this section of the library, seeing all the dust piled up from the shelves, no wonder why his nose started to itch. 

He immediately covered his nose and mouth, making a beeline to every section of the unused part of the library.

Suddenly, while searching for any type of medicine books, he came across from one of the empty shelve, his eyes caught upon one specific book.The only book that is actually using the shelves all by theirself.

"This look interesting." He mumbled to himself, grabbing the black book and flip it to the other side. 

It's just a blank black book, no any titles what so ever.He then use a table cloth to wipe the dust that attached to the book.
He open it gently and the smell of old paper entered his smell. 

It's pretty good smell even though the book is abandoned.Still no letters written at the front page. He again flip to another page and saw something shocking.

Huge letters with blank ink engraved at the brownish paper.

SYMBIOTIC EMBRACE 






















The day he open his eyes again, he is not Azazel Jones anymore, instead his soul is inside a minor character inside the novel he supported back then.

He died by someone poisoning him, not that he is sad at the fact that he is dead, nobody would even care if he is not breathing anymore. 

The minor character he is in was hated by everyone, even the Author itself killed the character in only few chapters aftee he showed up. 

Azazel pitied the man because he was only blinded by love he felt.Does love at first sight even exist in the first place?
Yes, because Caspian Smythe confirmed that matter. 

Now that he is in the body of the minor love interest, his days are counted by his 10 fingers, as he wanted to live again and changed for the better.

He back out from the plot that was set for the minor character, wanting to avoid the red flags that is coming in his way.

It did work but somehow, he also grab the male lead's attention! 

His suppose rival!

[ WILL BE BACK DECEMBER 3RD 2021 ]

[ GOING UNDER EDITING, MIGHT TAKE A WHILE, THANK YOU. ]

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