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.

At the lowest point in his life, a young man finds himself drawn to another world. He may have a purpose, but this isn't your typical "coming of age, hero gets the girl" story.
Mature content and language.
Fantasy, peril, and adventure, paired with real life emotions and anguish, the first installment of Tri-world Series from young author Jack Drumm, draws you in to this augmented reality tale based on personal experience.

Alex die in an accident and woke up in another world
but where is it
how he got here

journey in life is tough
no can admit that he can truly achieve his dream
but with determination and hardwork it's all may possible





English not my primary language, I'm also just a mildde grader ,so im lack a lot of grammar and word to use,sorry

"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

Late in the morning the next day…
While LaiSan was in the garden doing a bit of stretching and TaiChi, the letter arrived.

"Young Miss, a letter has arrived for you," said Jo-yi, as she slightly bowed and held out the letter with both hands. 

"Thank you. I am a bit famished, if you can please ask the kitchen to prepare a light snack and tea for me? I'll wait for you over at that pavilion." Pointing over at the hexagon shaped pavilion along the path. The real reason was to get rid of her so that can read the letter without someone observing me. I'm still not used to that type of treatment.

"Yes, Miss." Then she bowed and walked away towards the kitchen.

Holding onto the letter, I slowly headed towards the pavilion in the middle of a grassy field. The cobble stone path leading to it ran parallel to a small man-made stream. It was narrow enough and shallow enough that if I had my full strength, I probably would have jumped back and forth across it. But at this moment just walking was a feat that took all my concentration and strength. 

Exhausted after every few steps, I stopped frequently. Between rest periods I did not forget to take in the beauty and the feeling of tranquility that this home provided me. 

Finally reaching it, I sat at the bench nearest to the opening, as my legs could not take another step without collapsing from under me. Oh I was really regretting sending Jo-yi away.

Finally, after my legs stopped shaking, I could turn my attention to the letter. 

I opened it and found that it was from MeiMei. I excitedly started reading.

                                -   ~   -

Dearest Sister LaiSan,

I hope you don't hate that reference, we have been through so much and know so much about each other that I feel even real sisters could not compare. Dearest sister. 

I was so happy to hear that you have awoken. It had been a week and I had not heard from you, I was so scared that you would had disappeared that day. After the spark from our hands touching, I couldn't find you and even though I wanted to go back to see you the next day, I was summoned back to the palace. I didn't even have a chance to check on you before I left. 

I had been punished by both the Emperor and Empress, and I cannot leave the palace for a month. So I won't be able to visit you for a while. I hope that all is going well with your own body and that the body had not suffered any illnesses due to the long period of inactivity. 

I know by now you must have heard the rumors and all the tall tales of my running off with the General. The General and my brother both collaborated in a story to explain why I was there and in commoner's clothing but the tall tales still spread. Soon after, the General and his parents left to return to the south but the stories are still going strong. I just hope that by the time the General returns, it would have already boiled over. 

So the day after I returned my brother was there to help me explain everything to Father Emperor and Mother Empress so my punishment was fairly light. Mainly my punishment was for putting myself in danger by not having the hidden guards follow me, not for what we did that day. So knowing you, I know you must be blaming yourself right now. Stop it! I did everything willingly and for a good sister. So don't give it a second thought.
                             -  ~  -  
An uncontrollable smile crossed my face as I read that sentence and I sit back, relaxed as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I sigh in relief and continued reading.
                           -   ~   -

Oh, a little more news, I heard from my brother that the night before the General left, my brother and him were drinking during dinner and the General asked that my brother help him keep abreast of your condition and to send word once you have awaken. So I am sure that a letter is already on its way to the General as we speak. I wonder what he would do once he gets word. My brother most likely sent the letter by hawk so it should arrive in the south in four days time. 

You now know he cares for you, even though you haven't even met. And for sure I know you like him. Oh, I hope you guys can get married soon, I cannot wait for that news!

Oh, the other thing that my brother told me was that Mrs. SzeTo has already asked the MuiPo to search for other eligible girls, do you think that the General will agree to marry another, just to be filial? I think he does seem like the type and truly you two haven't even met, so there is no relationship per say. What would you do if that happens? Would you be willing to be a second wife or a concubine? 

What am I saying, Imperial Tutor, your father would never allow you to suffer like that! He believes in the one wife rule, so he would never allow you to marry someone as a second wife, and never as a mere concubine. 

The General will be back in three months time, just before summer, hopefully he will still keep his promise regarding the engagement. 

Well, that is it for now. I'll write again soon. Please write back. You can have someone bring the letter to the Crown Prince's palace and his servants can help you deliver it to me. 

With all my love,

MeiMei

                                -  ~  -

"Oh." Was all I could muster after reading that last part. My mind was racing with all the questions that MeiMei asked. What would I do if he decided to marry another. In my book, I remember my story was that we were a couple, it did not mention that there was another. My heart ached a bit at the thought of him taking another wife. Then I thought if it changes history, would that constitute as a failure and I would have to do this all over? Damnit!

"Young Miss the snacks are ready," Jo-yi said happy from about five feet away. 

I watched as she approached and placed everything on the table in the middle of the pavilion. After she was done, she helped me take a seat over by the table. 

"Jo-yi, I need to trouble you to go get me some paper, an envelope and an ink and brush set so that I can write a reply. Once I am done please bring this letter to the Crown Prince's palace and ask to trouble them to bring it to Princess Mei," I instructed Jo-yi.

"Yes." She left without another word. I inspected the snacks that Jo-yi had brought and I found it was all my favorite sweet snacks. There was white snowball like mochi filled with a red bean paste, green tea flavored gelatin with a green bean filling and banana mochi roles filled with crushed peanuts and shredded coconut. I poured some tea before taking the first bite of the banana roll. "Oh… so yummy. It not only had the fragrance of bananas but the chef had added osmanthus into the water before making the mochi and it was a flavor burst in my mouth. The smooth and chewiness of the mochi and the crunchy sweetness of the peanut, coconut, sugar filling in the center. It was like heaven. 

After I finished the first roll and was about to try another one, Jo-yi returned. I quickly grabbed the handkerchief and wiped my hands as she handed me the materials. Rearranging the plates, I gave myself about a foot of space and placed everything in order, prepared to write my response back to MeiMei. 

I looked over to my right and saw that Jo-yi was just standing to the side, so I quickly asked her to take a seat, have some tea and enjoy some of the treats, while I started writing. She happily complied.

I poured all my feelings and doubts into my letter to MeiMei because there is no one else that would understand the situation that I am in. 

                                -  ~  -

Dearest Sister MeiMei,

I wanted to start off saying how much I appreciated everything that you have done for me, I know that I have caused you more trouble than you have ever experienced in your lifetime. 
You are truly a sister to me. Dearest sister. 

As for the General, I will just take it as it comes, there is nothing that I can do, if he does decide to take another as his wife. You are absolutely correct, I don't think mom and dad would ever allow me to marry into a family and be a lowly concubine. They would rather I stay with them for the rest of my life than to have me be reduced to live in such a humble status.

To be a concubine means I will not have much more of a status in a family than a mere maid, always kowtowing to the main wife. My children will be illegitimate, without documentation, and never will they recognized to be truly part of the SzeTo household, even though they will bear the family name. They will always come second to the children of the main wife and never be able to say a word loudly or raise their heads high. Why would I subject myself or my future children to that type of treatment? No, I never will. 

So for now, I can only believe in fate. That if we are truly meant for each other, he will not forsake me for another. 

But the human heart is fickle, who knows what beauties will be there to tempt him. After all he is a man of status, I am sure many beauties have had their eyes on him for a long time. If he does take another based on his mother's wishes then that is it. If that is the case, my mission would have failed.  But let's not talk about that now, let's just wait and see. 

When I am able to walk better, I will come to visit, until then, take care of yourself. 

With all my love,

Your sis LaiSan

                               -  ~  -

I folded up the letter and addressed the envelope. Sealed it with wax and my own insignia. Then instructed Jo-yi to bring the letter over to the Crown Prince's palace. 

Not long after Jo-yi had left with the letter, the housekeeper came to say that I had a guest.

In the Lord of Fate's study, his apprentice goes about his daily duties.

“Oh, there are so many wondrous objects here, and each one created to aid humanity. I wonder where each of these were collected and what role it had played in history." He reaches for the nearest object. “Like this orb?”

As his hands touched the surface, it glows and images appeared one by one. He saw himself in these images with a woman. Then there was one where it was just her, she was smiling back at him and for some reason his heart ached. Unconsciously placing his hand over his heart. “Who is she?"

A loud clunk outside snapped him back to the present. He sneaked the orb into his pocket and hurriedly rushed out of the room. 

When he reached his room, he gently placed it on a side table, but when we let go, the images disappeared and the orb once again appeared cloudy. 

Each day after completing his duties, he would sit in his room, and stare at the images and wondered what happened. Each day he longed for more information, more clues, but with each passing day, he gained no more information. The heaviness in his heart grew in to a hole that so wanted to fill. 

Longing for the pain to stop, he had once tried to forget about it and he had placed the orb back in the storage room but it called to him. Unable to resist it for long, he once again took it back to his room.

After enduring months, he finally decided he needed to find that woman that countless times have appeared in front of him but he knows nothing about. But where do you start...

After only two minutes, nine aching bodies were lying on the ground in the isolated alley.

" Boring...not even entertaining..." whispered Ting Mei while walking towards Hao Mei who was waiting on the side.

When Hao Mei saw her approaching, she instantly tried to run but it was already too late for her. Ting Mei grabbed her wrists and pressed her on the wall. 

" Sweetie, it's already not good to be a sore loser but to find people to beat the winner, it's too much. If you are going to be this way, you should just stay home. It is not my habit to hit a girl but this is your only and last warning, don't let your path cross mine or let me even hear about your evil-doings or you'll be my next prey!" spoke coldly Ting Mei.

Hao Mei couldn't utter a single word against her while her brain was in a mess

" How could this be possible? She bought nine men here and they were all famous in town for being one of the most dangerous group. But this skinny man, singlehandedly beat them down in less than five minutes without any scratches. The group of eight couldn't touch him, not even get close to hitting him. How could this be believable? If she told this story to anybody,  nobody would trust her! He was truly a monster! How come somebody so strong, would go to a dancing competition to win money? If he worked in the underground society, he would truly be rich! Why did I provoke such a person? But more importantly, how could I have never heard of him? This person was not only extremely powerful but also extremely handsome. How come he wasn't famous?" thought Hao Mei in fear.

" Did you hear me?" said calmly, Ting Mei.

Hao Mei was too scared to utter a word and simply nodded. 

After receiving her confirmation, Ting Mei let go of her wrist and swiftly walked away like nothing happened.

... 

An Chung was dead. He was dead tired and he was completely drained from energy, physically and mentally. 

" Why? Why! Why me? He spent all day following his boss around the city to find a perfect date spot but it ended up being completely useless. Each place they went Heng Huan would always complain about something, once was that the cleaning of the place was horrible, another time was that they were too many people or not enough people, once was that they were flies, one was because he thought the waiter was useless and another time he said that the guide was stupid and too loud. However, the worst of worst was the last place, he thought that the place was filled with too many flowers and that if he saw her with flowers or others saw her with flowers, he would fall over again for her so is everyone else. How crazy is that? " sighed An Chung in his head.

Seeing An Chung tired expression, Heng Huan had to admit that they went to a lot of places and that he needed to thank him in some way.

" Thank you for today, I know a good bar in the city, I'll bring you there for drinks." offered Heng Huan in a calm tone. 

An Chung's lifeless expression suddenly light up when he heard the words bar. The president never went to bars but this was truly a miracle for the boss to personally offer to go to the bar.

He knew his boss very well and he knew that he hated going to the bar because girls would start hitting on him and he would be easily annoyed by them so having the president taking the initiative to invite him to a bar was truly a miracle. 

" It was nothing special, I'll gladly do it again." replied An Chung in a sedate tone. 

Actually, he would never want to do it again, he would prefer to be showered with work than go again with his boss but he was still happy to be offered drinks by his president.

Heng Huan gave the driver an address and they arrived soon after.

" I saved her and she stabbed me in the back. "4 years later Ting Mei finally comes back to Korea with nothing more than her pride and her dreams. Ting Mei will reach her goal easily with her talents. Who said that? No one likes her, who will help and not hurt her? Actually, there is her only best friend, her grandfather, her brother and him. Actually, him, he is just very clingy.

3 things on her to do list
- Becoming the best actress
- Repaying kindness with kindness
- Repaying tears with blood

Ok, let's do this!

Also, you! Stop clinging to me! Let me go!

( I do not own the book cover )

Xu Lizhi's body turned sideways as he staggered in the sky for a moment before falling to the side by a few meters. However, Boxing King Douluo's punch earlier had already been dodged as it swept past Xu Lizhi's body.
It was a Tang Sect Technique, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!
Boxing King Douluo was stunned for a moment because he had not expected Xu Lizhi to use such a trick to fight against him. It seemed like Xu Lizhi was using his pure martial soul's soul power only and had not even utilized his martial soul. How did the little chubby boy do that?
The nervousness felt in Xu Lizhi's heart was reduced substantially at once upon resisting the opponent's punch. His gaze had also turned more focused.
He stuffed a Bloodthirst Bean Bun into his mouth and raised his hand as radiance shimmered on his body.
His expression turned peculiar after he had consumed the bun. It was because he had forgotten to chew the bun and had swallowed it as a whole.
Xu Lizhi could not refrain himself from cursing himself in secret. 'How big is my throat in order to do that!' However, he was feeling rather uncomfortable from the choking sensation.
His blood was boiling. The effect of the Bloodthirst Bean Bun instantly surged inside his body. At the same time, speckles of radiance were glowing on Xu Lizhi. His dark purple battle armor had emerged.
Yes, his battle armor had turned dark purple in color. The dark glossy color seemed to be able to devour every ray of light. On the other hand, his energy was stored inside the battle armor without unleashing any of it outside.
Seven-colored radiance was seen circulating on the surface of his battle armor. However, it was obvious that his set of battle armor was incomplete. It had only covered his upper body excluding the helmet part. In other words, there were only pauldrons, rerebraces, and cuirass that covered the majority of his upper body. On the other hand, his lower body and head were not clad in battle armor at all.
Boxing King Douluo was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw the seven-colored radiance.
What? Could this be a Four-word battle armor?
A Soul Douluo in possession of a four-word battle armor?
How was this possible?
One should know that four-word battle armor consumed a large amount of energy from the soul master's body. Moreover, the Heavenly-refined metal would directly strip away the soul master's energy when in use. It was definitely not something that could be controlled by a soul master. Thus, it was universally acknowledged in the entire soul masters' world that only Hyper Douluo-ranked powerhouses and above were truly capable of controlling a complete set of four-word battle armor.
At present, the four-word battle armor clad on Xu Lizhi's body was albeit incomplete yet there were still a few pieces on him. It would require a Title Douluo-ranked soul master at the very least to withstand. He was just a Soul Douluo and a food-type Soul Douluo at that. How was he capable of doing that?
However, Boxing King Douluo Da Mo was only stunned for a short moment before he recovered from the surprise. His body abruptly charged forward. His right fist suddenly swelled up to three times all as he punched straight at Xu Lizhi like a war hammer.
Xu Lizhi's act of unleashing his battle armor as soon as the battle began gave the impression of weakness. On the other hand, Da Mo was truly looking down upon this opponent as a Hyper Douluo and the Boxing King of his generation.
Xu Lizhi's essence, energy, and spirit were boosted at once when he was clad in four-word battle armor. He muttered the incantation to himself. "Don't judge the meat bun by its folds."
Radiance flashed once on his palms as a bun condensed on each on his palm. He tossed the bun in his right hand straight at Boxing King Douluo while he stuffed the bun in his left hand rapidly into his mouth.
The airflow surrounding his body seemed to turn light and pleasant. He retreated rapidly.
The bun flying toward Boxing King was purple-black in color. What would Boxing King do when he was confronted by a bun? With his monstrous fist's consciousness, he would not choose another responding method at this moment.
He was going to confront toughness with toughness from the front!
"Boom!"
A violently loud booming noise was heard. Boxing King had actually paused for a moment in the sky despite his powerful punch. Xu Lizhi seized the opportunity to break free from Boxing King's locked target. He had already reached a spot over one hundred meters away.
What sort of trick was that? Was that a bomb bun?
Boxing King was stunned for a moment. The bun's explosive force was truly strong. It was just that the explosion caused nothing and just made him pause for a moment.
'This little chubby boy is quite interesting. He's a food-type soul master that makes explosive buns. I can see that he's not developing towards the path of food though!"
The idea had just appeared in his mind when he saw that Xu Lizhi was stuffing another bun into his mouth. It was a translucent bun. After consuming it, a layer of crystal clear radiance emerged on the surface of his body.
Da Mo could not help feeling at a loss of whether to laugh or cry. Could it be that the little chubby boy was trying to exhaust him? Could it be that he would be afraid of the chubby boy just because he was exhausted? That was a silly naive idea.
Da Mo's body swayed as he pursued after Xu Lizhi at lightning speed. The majestic and powerful Boxing King was not planning to give Xu Lizhi any chances this time. His third soul ring glowed brightly as he swung his fists. Thousands of fist's shadows instantly enshrouded a large area and completely covered Xu Lizhi among them.
Every punch of his was filled with terrifying strength and pure condensed soul power. It felt like a large amount of guided missiles had suddenly arrived.
It was Boxing King Douluo's third soul skill, Rocket Punch.
Da Mo had always named his soul skills with simple names. All his soul skills were basically named as some bla-bla punch. The third soul skill was named Rocket Punch because of the violent blasts produced like the continuous shooting of rocket artillery. He was always a simple and straightforward person.
Xu Lizhi appeared to have already panicked as he was confronted by the coverage of the Rocket Punch. He was about to rapidly fall back yet his speed could not compare to a Hyper Douluo who was charging at him from the front! He was still enshrouded in the fist's shadows.
However, Xu Lizhi made an action that was beyond everyone's expectation at this moment. He abruptly inhaled a deep breath. Purple-black radiance bloomed out from the battle armor on his body. It seemed like he was planning to use his battle armor to withstand the opponent's attack.
Da Mo contemptuously scoffed in his heart. An incomplete set of four-word battle armor was not as useful as a complete set of four-word battle armor. This was because it was impossible for an incomplete battle armor to be equipped with the battle armor domain. Even if the defense was very strong, the opponent would not stand a chance as long as he could hit the opponent and launched a series of continuous attacks that rendered the opponent helpless.
Was Xu Lizhi really trying to resist by force? Xu Lizhi gave the answer in the very next moment. All of a sudden, he rapidly stretched out his hands and projected a large stretch of palm shadows that braced towards Boxing King Douluo's Rocket Punch from the front.
Was he trying to confront toughness with toughness?
What?!
The audience below was stunned. A Soul Douluo was trying to confront toughness with toughness against a Hyper Douluo. Moreover, he was just a food-type soul master. Was he trying to seek his doom?
However, an unbelievable scene appeared when both of them truly collided with one another.
"Pop pop pop pop pop!" A series of crisp sounds were heard echoing from the sky.
Tang Wulin could see every single detail in the sky from below through the use of Purple Demon Eyes. At this exact moment, Xu Lizhi had already utilized the Purple Demon Eyes. His eyes were emitting purple-gold radiance as he clearly captured the trajectory of every punch thrown by Boxing King Douluo. No matter how fast the Rocket Punch was, it was still made up of punches. On the other hand, Xu Lizhi wanted to catch up to the opponent's speed.
He gave a slap with his palm and struck the opponent's first attacking punch just in time. The palm and fist coincided and produced the first crisp popping sound. Then, the Rocket Punch slid to the side from the impact of his slap.
Then, it was followed by the second slap, the third slap…
Xu Lizhi was like the Thousand Armed Bodhisattva at present. His hands continuously slapped out at lightning speed in an attempt to block every single punch from the powerful Rocket Punch by force.
Boxing King Douluo was greatly astonished as well. The strength radiating from Xu Lizhi's palm was very heavy. Moreover, there was a form of special energy that protected Xu Lizhi's palm such that the Boxing King's fist was slapped away by Xu Lizhi from the top or side. He found that there was utterly no way he could effectively exert the impact onto Xu Lizhi.
How could a Soul Douluo have such powerful strength? Why was his soul power that pure and rich? Even if he was clad in four-word battle armor, the amplification effect should not be that high, right?
The series of booming noises lasted for a total of seven or eight second.
When both of them finally simultaneously paused, the distance between them was no more than a few meters.
Meanwhile, Xu Lizhi suddenly took the initiative to pounce towards the opponent and drew a circle with his hands in the sky. A gush of tremendous suction force burst forth from his body and rolled towards Boxing King Douluo like a vortex.


Following the advancement of soul technology, the humans of Douluo Continent conquered the ocean and discovered two new continents. After being hunted by spirit masters excessively, the soul beasts are nearly extinct. After countless years of lying dormant, the King of the Soul Beasts has awakened in the Great Star Dou Forest. It will lead its remaining clansmen in taking vengeance against humanity! 

Tang Wulin is determined to become a powerful Soul Master. However, when he awakened his martial soul, it was actually a…

Incomparable talent. The battle of the Dragon King. The Legend of our Dragon King hereby begins.

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A small glimpse...


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"What an intriguing choice for a partner."


Rin mused to herself as her young chaperone sped off to who knows where in the fairly large hall. What did she ever see in that young man? He was neither bright, nor even well groomed. She will admit that he was fairly handsome though. He simply needed a bit more training to suit her standards.


"Here's your drink Miss." 


A passing server filled an empty glass in her table with what she assumed to be wine of some kind. Sparkling red liquid flowed out of the tilted bottle and onto the waiting glass. An unoccupied hand took the now filled glass off from the table, while giving a smile of acknowledgement to the server.   


"Thank you." Rin swirled the glass of wine in her hand. How polite of them.


Nodding to the bowing server before he sped off to another table, the woman observed the room with curious eyes while discreetly sniffing the red liquid in her glass. 


"Red wine..." She whispered to herself. "A sweet grape like aroma too.." Taking a small sip, the sweet flavors of sour grapes immediately flooded her taste buds... Very light alcohol content.. Quite a shame for the true connoisseurs. But perhaps this was a personal choice from the kid.  


["Hello and good evening esteemed guests and patrons! Welcome to the opening ceremony of the 3rd Annual Autumn Auction!-"]


The Annual Autumn Auction. Rin never really knew why Percy named the event as such, seeing as autumn didn't even exist in Midas's tropical weather pattern. Perhaps out of sentimental reasons? Or simply maybe due to October being in the middle of fall season for their East Asian neighbors?


["-Hosted this year by the wonderful Green Star Hotel; the premier destination for top notch service!"]


A fitting location for such a big event in her opinion. While she herself had seen the Grand Auditorium numerous times during her stint here in Midas, never had she seen it this decadent before; its splendor screaming months of preparation and cash being invested just for a week's worth of festivities.


Almost like in her ancestral home in Shanghai.


While she considered Midas her hometown, she still spent a decent chunk of her childhood surrounded by Mandarin and Chinese sensibilities. The woman briefly reminisced those trying times in her youth. Her green eyes, rarely even heard of in someone of Chinese descent, led to her being bullied by some of her more 'immature' peers for having 'moss' in her eyes. The 'tough love' from her demanding parents as they stressed the importance of respect and manners in their line of work. Even the.. 'tougher love' that they dished out whenever she acted even remotely out of line from their 'standards' and expectations.


Her one hand found itself roaming the various spots of her body, lingering on some areas where the scars simply refused to heal. Resentful as she was during her youth, only in her adult years did she truly appreciate such things as tradition and proper decorum. 


["And now for the opening remarks, we gladly announce the presence of our lovely vice-mayor-"] 


Mentally shrugging at her previous thoughts, the woman of the hour waited patiently for her cue; her mind already pulling up her pre-written speech in her head as she sat with dignified poise. No use mulling over the past when the the present was so much more enjoyable.


["Please come on to the stage-"]


Slowly, Rin stood up from her assigned seat, graceful steps counted and calculated as she made her way to the stage. The first step to a good impression was stance and gait afterall.


["The Honorable Miss Rin Mendel!"]


With controlled inflection and measured gestures, the vice-mayor began her speech. Taking the podium was as natural to her now as it had been all throughout the years. Being in control truly gives one such an exhilarating rush-


["Thank you for the warm welcome."] 


Like putty in her welcoming hands~


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Rin smirked with knowing curiosity as Percy listed off the itinerary with his usual nervous cadence. Three years now that he's been doing the A3 and even now he was still not confident enough to act professionally?


["Oh! And before I forget, for those interested in the../other stuff,/-"] 


Sharp ears perked up as the kid finally said the words she was waiting for; the only thing that truly mattered during this week long event. 


["-that will be on Wednesday night. My associates will contact those interested about the details momentarily."]


*BZZZZZ BZZZZZ*


Immediately as the words came out of his mouth, a faint buzzing emanated from her small red handbag. Wordlessly, the woman fished out her phone and sure enough..


"Nine PM at the rooftop.. How clandestine."


Putting her phone away, she supposed that the kid wanted a scenic view while the adults did the dirty work for him. Wouldn't be the last time Percy did something so blatantly obvious. No matter. As she was participating in the auction, there would be no foreseeable complications. Just another year of peaceful bidding wars and cutthroat dealings. 


["Thank you Mi- Percy for the enthusiastic schedule of events, as always."] 


The vice-mayor hid her glee behind her fan as she counted down the days before Wednesday. Just a dozen or so more hours till the fun and games truly started. The true 'Auction' was the real reason all the major players in Midas, herself included, even bothered to attend such a lavish event; what with their already formidable wealth already buying most of what the 'A3' had to offer. No...


The real auction was where the true treasure lied in this event.


["And with that our esteemed guests, we officially declare this year's Annual Autumn Auction open!"]


If her feelers were correct, a vital piece of information was up for sale in this year's auction. Something that she had been searching for over a year now.


"Just a few more days..."


Her foolish daughter might've thought that she can continue living here in their city. But as long as Rin was still at its helm, there was never a chance that she'll go by undetected for too long.


"Oh daughter of mine..."


While initially filling Rin with motherly rage whenever she thought of her prodigal child, nowadays, she was merely impressed with how her daughter had managed to avoid her feelers for so long; the closest and most recent piece of info that she ever got was that she was still in Midas. 


And she thought Arbiter's sources had a reputation for accuracy.


The woman chuckled to herself as she made her way out of the function hall. Two more days till she had her info to put the final nail in the coffin.


"My clever little 'Thea.. You should've never ran from Mother dearest~"


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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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The front door to the house was already blasted wide open and Aniela rushed inside. Petunia was still sitting at the kitchen table in a state of emotional trauma, again Aniela ignored her, she was in too much of a panic to comfort her. She slowed her pace down as she approached Hayden's bedroom entryway, and steadily walked toward it. Her heart was pounding more rapidly in a inconsistent way as she drew closer, and when she nudged open the slightly unsealed door, her breath abruptly stopped. 

The beating of her heart instantaneously ended, it felt as though it sunk deeply into her stomach. The sword clutched in her hand loudly fell to the wooden ground as she loosened the grip on its hilt, tears began to well up in her eyes. Hayden truly did lie lifeless on the raggedy bed, his once slightly tan smooth skin was now completely white. His brilliant blue eyes were gently closed shut. His two arms stilly rested over the blanket that was snuggled atop of him. He looked more like he was serenely sleeping than lost of life, as if he were truly at peace. 

Aniela sluggishly staggered over to him, one of her arms extended outward as if she was reaching out to him, tears streamed down her face as she silently cried. She stumbled midway stride and fell to the ground. Aniela struggled to lift herself up, one of her hands overlapped her mouth and she noisily sobbed into it, droplets of tears fell onto the floor creating small puddles of salty water. She dragged herself to Hayden's bedside, crawling to see him one last time. Aniela kneeled by the bed, her hands were shaking as she edged them closer to his pale face. 

He laid completely motionless in the bedsheets, and judging from the way he looked it was clear the soldiers had not killed him long before she had arrived. Aniela delicately placed her hand onto Hayden's sunken in cheek it was icy cold to her warm touch. Her head leaned over his face and bundles of wet tears fell onto his faded white skin. She truly felt as though she was dying inside, without him the world itself seemed pointless. 

Aniela clasped the fabric of Hayden's shirt and squeezed it tightly, she then snuggled her face into his chest and cried into it, regretful teardrops seeped into his cloth drenching it with water. Aniela wanted to say something to Hayden she wanted to tell him how much she loved him, even if she knew he could never hear her, but the tears had choked up her voice to the point that she could no longer utter any kind of word, only the raspings of sound. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to experience with him, and she knew that now they never could. 

She continued to remain in that pose, weeping into Hayden for what seemed like hours, spilling out her emotions in the face of cruel death. Until she shifted her position and sat down onto the frigid wood her back turned away from Hayden, but pressed up against the side of the bed. Aniela curled up into a ball, her head tilted back laying on the torn mattress, besides Hayden's body, looking directly up at the ceiling. 

For an instant her mind wander seemingly endlessly through her memories, she reminisced about every pleasurable heartwarming moment spent with Hayden, which made up almost all of her joyous thoughts. Every recollection of him remained crystal clear in her consciousness, every smile, every laugh, continued to exist forever etched in her mind. She felt as though she was watching her entire life up until now flash before her eyes. From when she was a child and when Hayden had at first impression taken her hand and led her away. 

Aniela was mentally transported into an endless black room, a void fabricated by her own imagination, where only her and Hayden stood. She was back to being six years old, and Hayden as a child was softly holding her hand, pulling her arm, guiding her away, deeper into the darkness. His back was turned towards her as he tugged Aniela along. Not allowing her to properly see his face, making all of this seem off, but she followed him without a word. As they ran down a trail of nothingness, both their forms gradually grew, and aged, as if he was slowly dragging her through the years. Until they reached the point of their current stage of life, and suddenly he let go, their fingertips brushed one another for the last time. 

He walked away slowly into nothing, into forgotten space never to be seen again. Aniela tried to yell out stop, to scream, to say anything, but it was as if she was drowning, salty water from the ocean began to build up in her lungs to the point where she could no longer breathe. She could only watch as his slightly illuminate silhouette bit by bit dimmed and disappeared on the horizon, and then she stood alone in the void, in an empty room, in an empty state, with nothing but herself. The single light that was her slowly receded into the darkness until nothing but a faint glow remained. Tears like liquid silver trickled from her eyes as she imagined this world, but that fantasy truly felt as though reality, even if she couldn't completely accept it. 

Ariea and Ren stood in the doorway seemingly watching Aniela, waiting for the right moment to intervene, until they both finally entered inside. Ariea ran over and collapsed by Hayden's side, tears streamed down her face like water rushing over a bolder and she wailed in grief. While Ren stood over his body, covering his face with his hand he sobbed into it, droplets of tears could be seen crawling through the cracks in his fingers, falling to the floor. 

They all mourned for hours without uttering a single word to one another. Aniela's eyes had grown puffy and swollen, she had cried so much to the point where her tear ducts had run completely dry, so she simply did lamentful whimperings. Ren was sitting on the ground next to her, his legs laid spread out and limp in front of him, his arm relaxed by his side, he had a hollow and expressionless face. The occasional droplet of water trickled from his eyes, but he showed no reaction to it, as if he was in a similar state like Petunia's, but milder. While Ariea was still kneeling by the bedside noisily sobbing into Hayden's body. 

As the hours passed, Aniela continued contemplating about how much Hayden truly meant to her, and she realized she had loved him as more than a friend, it felt like more than a figurative family bond, but true love, a fondness which she had now lost. More sorrowful teardrops managed to leak from her previously dried up river of cries as she finally became aware of that. The salt from the tears stung as it seeped into the raw skin around her reddened eyes. 

After a few more hours Ren snapped out of his depressing trance, his legs and arms wobbled as he pulled himself up. Standing weak and slumped upwards he stretched out his arm for Aniela to grab. Aniela glanced up at him and stared deeply at his vulnerable state. 
 "we have to go" Ren mumbled faintly while continuing to hold out his hand, it shook slightly. These were the first words anyone had said to one another since they first stepped foot into this desolate room. Aniela looked away from him when he said that, Ren's silver eyes gazed down at the wooden floorboards and then back at her "Aniela we can't stay another minute in this place, we have to go… please"

She looked at Ariea who was still intensely crying and then nodded to Ren, clasping his shaking hand they worked together to keep eachother steady, allowing her to pull herself up from the ground. Before leaving for the last time she walked over to Hayden, and ran her fingers slowly through his thick blonde hair, leaning in she softly kissed his cold forehead, her lush red lips moistly pressed against his frozen skin. Tears continued to stream down her face like wet raindrops flowing down a window panel on a bleak day. She then hugged Ariea and pulled her in closely. Ariea tightly squeezed her and sobbed into her shoulder, water soaked into her shirt, and Aniela cried along with her. letting go of the embrace she stared deeply into Ariea's bloodshot eyes and left. 

Picking up her silver sword along the way, Ren also bent down to grab his blade, and then exited the stifling space. Leaving Ariea completely alone in the dark dismal room. Aniela was going to have to abandon almost everything she knew and loved for the tower. Ren feebly held her hand and pulled her through the open doors' threshold toward the front exit. Until they passed by Petunia who was still through all this time in the same disconcerting position. 

Aniela let go of Ren's hand and trudged over to her, kneeling down on the dusty ground below her, she rested her weapon on the filthy floor and slowly reached out her hand placing it on Petunia's soft creamy face. Ren opened the front door and waited for her, pale moonlight beamed through the gaping entrance reflecting onto Aniela's brown crystal clear skin, seemingly glowing tears like fragments of the sun trickled down her cheek. For an instant Petunia hazel eyes looked as though she had broken out of the grief-stricken trance and behind her gaze it was as if she was saying goodbye, but she soon quickly reentered her old state. Aniela weakly smiled and then stood up, grabbing her cold lustrous sword she departed, tears streamed down her face as she for the last time disappeared from the abode with Ren. Every memory spent in this place overwhelmingly washed over her as she truly left.

What if you were born into a world where a vast seemingly endless tower exists. A place where almost anything seems possible, where all your desires appear acheivable. On the outside however three walls seperate the masses, and more than 90% of the population lives in squable, fighting for a proper living. Those that live within the outer wall can only dream of what the Tower is truly like, a land full of riches and mystery. Aniela was one of those people, from afar she would admire the mostly masked structure, knowing full well that something like that was unreachable to her. But after certain tradgic events occur, follow Aniela as a story she thought to be impossible unfolds before her very eyes. A tower where in order to pass each test and ascend up the structure you must fight for your life, at every moment.


And yet, dear God, what the blazes was she thinking about? She had a position to maintain as the new queen of the McGurkies. And as such she couldn'thave it on everyone's lips in both glens tomorrow, how she chased the Black Wolf of Lochalpin down the glen, dragging the son she'd seduced him to get. Particularly not when he had made it blindingly obvious to everyone present he didn't want her. What if he truly found who she was too hard to take? Her too hard to take? Like everybody else did and always had?Except maybe Lachlan. But that? That was drink fuelled, sweet youth. Passion with no thought of tomorrow. Sneaked love notes, tokens. Herself belonging as she never had. With a bunch of serfs. Exciting. Different. And look at the trouble that had landed her in. 
"Kara?"
How was it that Meg's damned eyes always seemed to witness everything? And now there she stood, witnessing this.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No. Honestly. Arland and Iare just …"
"Oh, give me him. Right now." Meg grasped Arland's wrist. "Arland, you come with me. Come right this minute with Auntie Meg. There's a wee lass here dying to meet ye."
Kara's grip intensified. "You don't understand. It's not him. It's … me."
Because it was, wasn't it? Really and truly. Maybe after all, some barricades were not made to be broken. Ever. Maybe she'd come to Lochalpin in pursuit of her son, but only a fool could fail to see who she really needed to find here wasn't Arland. It was herself. And really, she didn't know she either could, or wanted to. 
"Perhaps it is. How would I know? People are made of a million different things. But I understand you'll not get another chance with that one. Once he's gone, he's gone. I can't make ye. It's your choice, of course. But if it were me, I'd not be so quick at letting him go. Arland, come. Give your mother a moment. Now, Fallon swears mind ye, so don't ye be letting her teach you anything bad."
Kara stood clenching and unclenching her empty fist.
If she did this, then the battle she must fight was with herself. If she didn't fight that battle, if she let him go and she went back to her people, it would be safer. Barricades were what she understood. The hand-fasting would be just rumors. He would be safer somehow. Safer from her. From having, in all likelihood, to defend her reputation. Safe from all the things she sometimes did. 
The thought stole in, that Callm McDunnagh didn't just echo in her blood, wasn't just in her blood, he was her blood.
Was she going to let that go, when one step, one step was all it took? And steps were how she composed her life? She steeled herself to step forward, something deep inside her seeming to crack. One step. Then another. A third. A fourth. The ground spinning beneath her feet. All she had to do was let him know he was important. So long as it didn't involve telling the whole glen she'd seduced him—and it wouldn't--it was all right. She forced her lips apart.
"Serenne—you see, Serenne's a lot like me, sir."
She didn't want to give asingle, solitary damn about the way everyone stared, from Kertyn to Ewen McDunnagh, with their mouths wide open. But at least, the Wolf froze.She went on.
"A most terrible liar. Yes. So you shouldn't believe a word—certain words anyway—shesays."
He tilted his head in that way she'd come to love, and she felt her throat hot with tears, even though she couldn't see his face.
"I've found that sometimes the only way to survive is by lying."
He turned his head and lowered his eyelids. Oh God, instead of being carried away by her confession, instead of making things easier for her, he stood looking vaguely discomfited.
Christ Almighty, she was not going to have to announce before the whole glen she seduced him, was she? If it meant getting him back she'd have to. She licked her lips to moisten them. 
"But that night … that night …" She was sort of going to announce it anyway. Heavens, though, was she that desperate for him to turn around and face her, her feet sprungthe distance between them? Yes, because she didn't like the way he stiffened. "I wasn't lying."
If ever she had cause to doubt his speedy ability to pounce, this wasn't it.He didn't move an inch.
"I wanted to be with you. Yes. I did. Truly. And then—"
"Hell, can you please just stop a minute? What night are you meaning?"
 "Sir, I am sure you know perfectly well what night I am referring to. But in case there is doubt, it was the first one, all right? When I may have seemed to have acted in a way that was rash. When I may have acted in a way you might possibly have construed as being a lie. Not knowing my own true feelings, that is, those of my heart, my-- "
He turned—oh, thank God—but not the way he strode towards her and grasped her by the elbow on the word soul. When she was doing so well to say it and meant every word of it too. 
 "Do you really think this is the place to do this?"
"Well, no, but firstly, you're not exactly giving me a—"
 "My wife," he said to the goggling onlookers, as if she were an idiot who needed to be locked in a darkened room for her own safety and that of everyone else. "I told you, didn't I, dearest?"His face darkened as he propelled her forward."So how about you don't do this with all these people watching? Hmm?"
"If I'm your wife, which secondly I am--"
"Hell. Not another tiresome discussion about dues. Because if it is, dues are difficult. We've been through this. Not ten minutes ago. So how about you remember you're going to have to lead your people when this is done? Because Kara, if anyone needs leading, they do." 
"And you somehow … well, don't ask me why, but you somehow think—"
"Listen to me, Kara."
What was worse? The irritation that roiled off him in waves. The fact he'd stopped? And not just anywhere. Right beside Satan. Or that his gaze caressed? For old times' sake. What else could it be? Or was it that for all the times she'd dreaded being asked to mount a horse, this wasn't one of them? 
"I know all this is new to you," he said. "I know you're frightened. And I know you think you have things to explain. But you don't. You did what you had to do. But now, if you don't mind, so do I have things to do."
"What things?"
"Well, for one thing, I have a divorce to arrange."




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. 

Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. From there she progressed to writing plays for her classmates,  stories for her classmates, plays for real, comic book libraries for girls, various newspaper articles,  ghost writing, nonfiction writing, and magazine editing.  Stories for real were  what she really wanted to write though and, having met with every rejection going, she sat down one day to write a romance, her way.  

What hasn’t she worked at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author? Shehanne still lives in Scotland, with her husband Mr Shey. She has two daughters. When not writing intriguing historical romance, where goals and desires of sassy, unconventional heroines and ruthless men, mean worlds collide, she plays the odd musical instrument and loves what in any other country, would not be defined, as hill-walking


HIS JUDAS BRIDE – SHEHANNE MOORE
Desiring her could be murder. 
To love, honor, and betray…
To get back her son, she will stop at nothing…

Dire circumstances have forced Kara McGurkie to forget she’s a woman. Dire circumstances force her to swear to love and honor, to help destroy a clan, when it means getting back her son. But when dire circumstances force her to seduce her fiancé’s brother on the eve of the wedding, will the dark secrets she holds and her greatest desire be enough to save her from his powerful allure?

To save his people, neither will he…

Since his wife’s murder, Callm McDunnagh, the Black Wolf of Lochalpin, ruthlessly guards heart and glen from dangerous intruders. But from the moment he first sees Kara he knows he must possess her, even though surrendering to his passion may prove the most dangerous risk of all.

She has nothing left to fear except love itself…

Now only Kara can decide what passion can save or destroy, and who will finally learn the truth of the words… Till death do us part.

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