A flirtatious crossdresser thief, a schemer fugitive who seeks death, a hot-tempered drop out, a young master with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and a hacker who treasures his saliva the most. 

Would you believe that they are capable of saving the town? 

Fret not, because even themselves would not dare to believe.

Join these five criminals as they take on the role of a detective with some plot twist added: as high school students.



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01-14-20

Charles, an orphan with only a first name, has his life plans flipped upside down when he receives a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, proclaiming him a wizard and inviting him there to learn.

Unable to resist the allure of a magical school, he accepts the invitation. Charles is looking forward to making friends at Hogwarts, but what will happen when he realises that hidden inside the castle walls, are many dangerous secrets and it's already hard enough just looking out for himself?

Can a boy with no knowledge of his heritage escape it, or is he destined to repeat his family's mistakes.

Either way Charles needs some sleep. He's been getting more and more Gaunt as the days go by.


I do not own Harry Potter.

Not my art work. Will change it if requested

Ves put off his thoughts on the matter of complicity like he always did. Some day, he'd be confronted by it and have no choice but to make a definite choice, but for now the issue had not yet become too pertinent.
Besides, the Skull Architect may not have any intentions of commercializing his variants. Perhaps the old man only wanted to study Ves' design philosophy for research purposes.
After all, a sacred design that a sagely Senior had masterfully crafted together would inevitably become spoiled by the crude touch of an immature Apprentice.
It was as if an expert painter finished ninety-five percent of his painting, but left the last five percent to a three-year old kid who drooled onto his shirt. No matter how prodigious the kid was in painting the gaps, unless he was some freak reincarnated master painter, the quality of that five percent was assuredly abysmal in the eyes of the original artist.
So Ves still held out hope that the Skull Architect valued his pride and reputation too much to rely on the work of an Apprentice to earn some extra K-coins.
"Though if the sales potential of my variant is too promising, I don't know if it will stoke his greed."
Mech designers never had enough money! Developing mechs and running an industry constantly demanded more funds to sustain.
A Novice might get by with a couple of hundred million bright credits that they could gain from a loan.
Apprentice almost always required an investment of several billion credits.
As for Journeymen, Ves had no idea how much they needed, but he believed even 100 billion credits might not be enough.
Seniors on the other hand… their vast research projects and huge business enterprises could only be sustained by an uncountable sum of money!
Ves could not even fathom the exact sum, but he knew that this was one of the reasons why Seniors based in the Bright Republic almost never succeeded in advancing to Master!
"When the Skull Architect used to be a respected Senior in the Vermeer Group, money is the one resource he must be lacking the least."
From extreme abundance to extreme poverty, the shift in earnings must have represented such a shock to the man that he might have suffered lingering trauma from that event!
"Damn.. Seniors can't be money grubbers. They can't. It's undignified!"
Would a pirate designer who already became disgraced even care about dignity anymore?
Ves grew pensive at the thought, because he knew what his decision would be when put on the same spot. "Dignity is not the same as reputation. The Skull Architect is playing by different rules now, otherwise he'd go by his real name and not this nickname. Selling some lesser quality mechs under your name is more than worth it if you can rake in the K-coins and spend them on furthering your research or strengthening your position in the frontier."
To mech designers, gathering K-coins was not an end in itself. It represented future benefits in a universal form. While it required time and effort to convert K-coins into something useful, he vastly preferred being able to spend some at all rather than none.
In conclusion, a mech designer that wanted to more than sit on their laurels had to spend lots of money to progress. Someone as ambitious as the Skull Architect once ordered the deaths of more than a thousand mech designers including an expert in order to further their research. Would who was willing to ignore the basic rules of morality really be bothered by lesser desires?
Ves grimaced even further. It was rather eerie to be able to predict the Skull Architect's thought process and logic to such a deep degree.
"We are kindred mech designers."
The statement rang false, yet contained enough truth to stick in his mind.
The root of it lay in the fact that mech design was an art as well as a science. The science provided the building blocks on how to design a mech, but art provided the creativity that connected the blocks into unique and original structures.
A normal artist produced boring, normal art. A maddened, tortured or insane artist produced extreme works of art.
Somehow, the benign intent behind the advancement ladder of mech designers from Novice Mech Designer to Star Designer began to fade away. Left in its place was a vortex of madness, a hungry maw that called out a siren song seducing trillions of naive mech designers to sacrifice pieces of their sanity in exchange for power.
"This is madness!" He spoke, though whether he referred to the trap that lay behind the advancement ladder or what his overactive imagination cooked up wasn't clear. "Mech designers are not sacrificial lambs who willingly lead themselves over to the altar to be butchered!"
Ves forcefully discarded this entire train of thought before it led him deeper into lurid figments of his imagination. Even though all of his spurious deductions sounded compellingly truthful in a horribly morbid fashion, it didn't change the fact that he had no solid proof to substantiate any of these fantasies!
He frowned as he sat behind his desk in his empty office. Paranoia always lingered in his mind ever since his father became a fugitive of some secretive trans-galactic organization that rivalled the MTA and CFA in influence. Yet lately these outbursts of spinning conspiracy theories on the fly was plainly out of the norm for a rational mind that dismissed any claims that lacked solid proof.
"My mentality is.. degenerating? Cracking? Becoming less stable?"
He palmed his forehead, trying to look into his mind. Sadly, his thoughts bounced everywhere except where he wanted them to be. He never possessed the most orderly mind.
"That time when I ate a completely alien exoplant also didn't do my mind any favors. I still don't know what that so-called Heavenly Flower exactly did that makes Dr. Jutland so obsessed about nurturing it. I have a feeling it's not supposed to be eaten raw at all…"
In any case, flower or not, his mind was as ephemeral and disorderly as always so long as he left it alone. His Spirituality made no difference in that aspect. In fact, it might have amplified the disorderly thoughts running in his subconscious mind.
The only advantage of his potent mind was that once he concentrated deeply on something, all of that energy aligned itself to his intentions. He could breathe life to images created in his mind, he could expand his senses and try to sense other people's auras, and he suspected that he might one day be able to affect their emotions as well.
Still, he couldn't maintain his concentration on a single subject every waking moment. Humans simply weren't geared that way.
Ves simply had to accept that this was the price he paid in exchange for the increased capabilities that allowed him to bestow his mechs with a strong X-Factor. He only hoped he could figure out a way to tame his unruly mind and its frequent irrational impulses. Perhaps the Five Scrolls Compact managed to figure out a way to restrain these urges.
"...Or maybe not. By all accounts, the organization is completely made up of crazies and mad scientists."
That sounded remarkably familiar to what Ves had just thought about mech designers. It reinforced the notion in his mind that the Five Scrolls Compact mirrored the Mech Trade Association.
One was in the dark, the other in the light. Both provided vital services to humanity, even if Ves didn't wish to acknowledge that. He had recently determined that powerful men and women would do anything to extend their lives by a few hundred years. As the supposed inventors of life-prolonging treatment, they offered the most attractive incentives to those who were willing to sell their souls to the terrorist organization.
One organization worked with machines, the other with life. Both tried to research the depths of their own fields, often going through extreme lengths as they did. Perhaps the only reason why the MTA remained respectable while the Compact became so ostracised their existence was scoured from the public was that their research demanded too many human lives to progress their research.
"What happened to the Skull Architect is an exception. Most of the research that Senior Mech Designers conduct won't harm anything but a couple of machines, which they can easily replace as long as they have enough money."
This comparison only served to strengthen the suspicion in his mind that mech designers all dabbled with madness. They were only tolerated because they limited their hurt to machines.
Would Ves become as unhinged as Dr. Jutland one day? As someone who treasured and respected mechs, and wished for them to be treated akin to humans, would he be forced to torture his own mechs to further his research in making them come alive?
"I don't believe it will come to that!" He spoke to himself with conviction. He needed to believe in his own statement.
"There's an apt analogy that describes the state of mech designers."
If people likened mech pilots to gods, then mech designers were regarded as wizards. The more they progressed, the more their abilities left the boundaries of science and increasingly took on unknown mysteries that others struggled to explain.
How could average people without a background in science explain it as anything other than magic?
Yet the comparison to wizards may not always be benign. Just as wizards were prone to descending into obsession and madness, so would mech designers and other kinds of researchers.
The MTA fell into the camp of light wizards while the Five Scrolls Compact counted among the dark wizards.
Yet for all their differences, they shared the same fate in the end, because they were mirrored reflections of each other.
"What am I doing here letting my thoughts run wild? I should do something to distract myself."
The whole spat with Ketis and Chief Haine already grated on him. Ves resolutely tried to avoid descending into darker thoughts by resorting to his most familiar trick.
Concentrating his mind on a project.
Ves turned on his terminal and called up the dense and abstruse research papers related to ultracompact batteries. He felt unprecedented motivated to increase his understanding in their contents quickly.
The sooner he was done with this step, the faster he could end his exposure to their mental contamination.
The safer approach might have been to take it slow, but a persistent, low-level influence on his mentality had the potential to be much more insidious due to how it affected his subconscious rather than conscious mind. He could catch any changes of the latter before they spun out of control.
A few days passed by like this while the Flagrant Swordmaiden fleet continued to be in transit to an unknown star system in the frontier.
Perhaps it was the madness tugging at his mind, but Ves progressed quite a bit faster than before. The cracks in his mind may have frayed his emotions and led them to strange outbursts that he consciously needed to suppress, but they also liberated his mind from established logic and rules.
By making incredible leaps of logic that he never would have done with his rationality fully intact, he sometimes progressed by leaps and bounds. Research papers that required three or four days to comprehend their essence only took half a day for him to under!
"If this is the benefit of losing a bit of your insanity, then no wonder!"
Ves at least hadn't thrown out his common sense. Each hour, he took a lengthy fifteen-minute break in order to center his mind and neutralize the damage he incurred on his mind. Some cracks in his mind proved helpful in processing the difficult theories, but he couldn't afford to widen the cracks until his mind permanently became stuck in this state.
He only wanted to take advantage of the state of madness, not revel in it! Though the temptation to embrace it in order to further his mech design abilities was huge, he was able to resist the temptation because he already possessed something better back at Cloudy Curtain.
Ves already had his hands full with his current eccentricities.


Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!

Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.

When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.

In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left.

"Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."

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First and foremost, this story won't be for everyone. But if you don't mind a good build-up to yandere developments, well, I welcome you with open arms! First of, what exactly is a yandere?

...For the uninformed, it's a state of madness. But madness is volatile, it devolves, and degrades into moral depravity, something that well, most grimdark novels share in common. That, or edginess is another way to describe them. Yanderes are crazy in love, a mental illness that inhibits them from the common sense. This is why they are dangerous individuals, capable of doing anything just for the other's attention. That is where their charm is, I feel. Yanderes devote themselves entirely to the person they love to an ominous degree, that it sometimes become endearing.

But what makes yanderes, yanderes in the first place? How is it possible for someone to go to the extremes so easily? So quickly even without a care for pacing nor character development? Many watered-down harem novels I've read often promote the yandere trope character without caring about underlying consequences. As if they've appeared out of thin air, or being 'transformed' without a proper build-up.

I feel that ScribbleHub has a severe lack of these types of stories, not more of the harem stories with one or two yandere characters, but a full-on yandere harem story that is built from scratch. One that takes attention and time to its characters.

This is what this novel (hopefully) is. Every volume tackles a different main heroine: their respective stories and the issues that they bring with them. And the main protagonist that becomes the center of their universes, will explore these perverse fetishes, obsessions that they eventually acquire from the madness. It will be a story of their journey, and their after story. 

The question remains, if there is an after story for these girls. After all, they're bound to a harem. But a yandere harem is, well, a challenge to write for sure *chuckles*. 

While you're reading through our protagonist, White's story, do keep in mind that everything he sees, even the most unimportant of things, is not as it seems.

That said though, the prologue of the story, which is essentially the entirety of Volume 0 and first half of Volume 1, is slow since they are chapters for introducing characters. While I'm not the best at writing prologues, the introductions to world-building won't be a snore either. I include game interfaces and insert art (yes, I draw) to make the reading experience more pleasant for the average lit-RPG fan.

Finally, I hope this story will become the entry novel for many towards the yandere genre, I hope I've shed some light on what I'm trying to write here on this platform, and that more people will be immersed into this lovely cult with me.

Thank you for taking the time to read this disclaimer, and happy reading!

-Sinpathy

White finally leaves his irreparable past behind when transported to another world. Using this second chance he decides to live his second life quietly, but things never go according to plan.

With his precocious affinity with the opposite gender, White becomes entangled in the company of interested women around him. But he soon finds out that behind those innocent, smiling masks, are wild, perverse obsessions beyond his imagination, leading him to a never-ending waltz with these deadly girls.

Will he survive, or will their love be the ones that do in the end? With the world of fantasy as the center stage, the game of fanatical love begins.

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Zhong Yue's heart stiffened up as he thought about the meaning behind his words.
Feng Xiaozhong continued looking at Zhong Yue with madness still rushing into his eyes. But his facial expression remained placid as he praised, "You've cultivated to the state of [Celestial Demon as One], you've killed Demon Saint and escaped from an encirclement of demon experts. Your intelligence is definitely beyond mediocre. Not only that, but you knew that the demon god would kill you after bringing such a calamity to them and thus, you even cultivated an incarnation to die in your place while you leave underground. Such a technique, is it the [Mystic Duplication Technique] or the [Psyche Ocean Flowering Heart Soul Rebirth Technique] ? It should be one of the two, correct? Although Shi Tuo is attractive, in my eyes, you have more value than he does."
Zhong Yue could have survived the demon god because he had guessed that the deaths of the eight saint clan masters, magnates, and giant cultivators were a far more serious matter than the Triad Ritual – it was a great loss that would shock the whole Ancestral Star.
If there were truly a demon god living in the Eight Barrens, then he would not be allowed to continue living, let alone leaving the demon land alive. Hence, Zhong Yue had released his demon incarnation out while he hid underground when Shi Tuo was still there.
That was the time when everyone's attention was diverted toward Shi Tuo –no one was watching him. Most importantly, that demon god didn't come personally but had only struck from far, mainly to show his presence to the world so that the others wouldn't attack the demon race.
If that demon god personally came to the spot, he would be able to see through Zhong Yue's demon incarnation right away.
As for this demon incarnation, Zhong Yue couldn't it cultivate it before as he lacked a strong demonic cultivation technique. But since spending time in the Eight Barrens, he had acquired both the [Great Sun Heavenly Demon Art] and the [Heavenly Saint Godly Radiating Art] . And after successfully cultivating to the state of [Celestial Demon as One], he had naturally managed to refine his demon incarnation.
However, back then, Zhong Yue was planning for his survival, and thus, he didn't show his demon incarnation to the world.
" [Psyche Ocean Flowering Heart Soul Rebirth Technique] ? There is such a cultivation technique?"
Zhong Yue raised his teacup and said, "Senior martial brother, we have made a deal, tell me you are not changing your mind now, are you?"
Feng Xiaozhong's eyes were filled with ebullient desire as he said, "If you are willing to let me study you, I can repay you with Shi Tuo as your slave. Don't worry, I will not take your life. I just need to dissect your mortal body and have a clearer look at the changes in your transformations, Hmm … also, your Yuan Shen needs to be checked just like your mortal body, Hmm … it also wouldn't be good to leave out your brain as I need to look at your nervous system and the other details. Don't worry, I'm a master at this, you won't die if I open your head and reassemble you back together. You wouldn't even feel any shred of discomfort. The 'you' after my procedures will be exactly the same the 'you' now."
Zhong Yue shook his head violently, and he coughed and pushed the Demon God Contracted Puppet forward. He reminded, "Senior martial brother, your Demon God Contracted Puppet."
Feng Xiaozhong sighed, and the madness in his eyes slowly faded away as he kept the Demon God Contracted Puppet, "Shi Tuo is strong, it will be a difficult task to capture him, but with the right preparations, it not impossible to do so. But what will I do after I've finished my research on Shi Tuo? Is there any other thing else that can keep me on this Ancestral Star…."
An air of solemnity burst out from Feng Xiaozhong as he mumbled, "By then, what is there in this place that can help me keep my sanity?"
Zhong Yue's scalps tingled, and he shivered, Feng Xiaozhong was a gentle scholar when he was studying something, mostly when he was dissecting his research subjects. It was at times like this where he was at his most tranquil and harmless.
However, if his inner madman were not kept in check with his passion for research, then the circumstances would be upended. Heaven knew the kind of havoc he would wreak while in his berserk state. No one could ever foresee how many people he would wipe off the face of this planet.
Most importantly, a madman whose sanity was lost would come after Zhong Yue, and he wouldn't be so polite the next time he asked to dissect him.
After he finished studying Shi Tuo's spirit, Feng Xiaozhong would turn into the most crazed and terrifying existence. In his state of madness, he might just disregard his oath of not hurting a single human and come for me….
Zhong Yue's heart froze at the thought, and he quickly put up a smile and said, "Senior martial brother, there is more than what we can ever know in this universe. There are planets home to countless other lives, obscure principles that govern the universe, and a myriad of other mysteries unknown to those that tether themselves to this small world. The universe is beyond imagination, so why don't you step out of the boundaries of the Ancestral Star and explore those secrets for yourself?"
Feng Xiaozhong shook his head, "If I ascend to the level of the deityhood and became a god, I might just leave the Ancestral Star. But the universe is too big, without teleportation portals, it is nearly impossible to reach to the other planets."
Zhong Yue winked his eyes, and he said, "I've heard that there is in fact, a teleportation array formation on the Fire Celestial Star, you can reach to the other planets from there."
Feng Xiaozhong's eyes then lit up, and he raised his head and gazed at the endless sky, mumbling, "I know that there are mysteries that I cannot begin to fathom out there, laws I've yet to discover, and species that I've yet to study…."
"That's right."
Zhong Yue nodded heavily, and he continued, "Why don't senior martial brother head over to the Fire Celestial Star and check it out?"
"I will when my research on Shi Tuo is done."
Feng Xiaozhong stood up, and he took the Demon God Contracted Puppet with him and said placidly, "However, before this, there are many preparations I have to do. After all, Shi Tuo is not an easy target … Hmm, also, I've heard that 50000 years ago, there is also a demon lord in the demon race, one that stood on par with Lord Xia. If only I can find his tomb and use the seals in it to capture Shi Tuo while I bring this demon lord's corpse out along…."
Zhong Yue watched as Feng Xiaozhong left, and he heaved a breath of relief and mumbled in a low voice only he could hear, "The teleportation array formation on the Fire Celestial Star is just a lie. If he were to find there is no such thing…."
"Who says there isn't one? There is, in fact, a teleportation portal in the Fire Celestial Star." Xin Huo suddenly said.
Zhong Yue was startled, and he exclaimed, "There really is one?"
"Of course, and not just any little teleportation portal but a galactic-level teleportation portal. It is more commonly known as the Galactic Portal."
Xin Huo continued saying, "The universe is vast, even light itself needs millions of years to travel from one end to the other. Without the teleportation portal, how would the gods communicate and interact with each other? However, it has been a long time, and even I can't say for sure if the teleportation portal on the Fire Celestial Star is still operational."
Zhong Yue was still stunned at how accurate his baseless lies actually were.
The sea monster then came back and was docile under Zhong Yue's command, "I'll stay for a few days, do not interrupt unless it's an emergency. Otherwise, carry out your duties as usual."
The sea monster received his orders and left.
Zhong Yue stayed on the island for nearly a week, the death of his demon incarnation was the key to his survival. Hence, he was now going to cultivate another demon incarnation.
The Eight Barrens were now in a state of chaos, the eight saint clans are embroiled in turmoil, and the other factions are taking advantage of the opportunity to rise. How can I miss such an exciting time?
Zhong Yue used up the leftover medicinal efficacy of the lotus saint herb to cultivate a new demonic inner core. This time, he was fairly familiar with the procedure, and so the process went smoothly.
Furthermore, his demon cultivation technique was stronger than before. Back then, when he just arrived at the demon land, he had cultivated the incomplete [Heavenly Saint Godly Radiating Art] that was taught to him by Tian Mo Concubine. But now, the same [Heavenly Saint Godly Radiating Art] he cultivated was better than back then, and his attainments in it were stronger in comparison. This was also not to mention the [Great Sun Heavenly Demon Art] he acquired later on.
Most importantly, he had created the [Celestial Demon Tai Chi Art] , achieved the state of [Celestial Demon as One], and had poured many of his insights into his demon incarnation.
He was preparing his demon incarnation to the fullest, intending to make him a figure no inferior to the dragon Long Yue. He was to be one of the demon leaders in the future.
...
Six days later, a demon Qi Practitioner stood beside Zhong Yue, looking at the demon land from the lone island in the Eastern Sea.
This Qi Practitioner had the handsomeness of the Asura Saint Clan, the stature of the Raksha Saint Clan, the physique of the Yan Mo Saint Clan, the pointed ears of the Ji Xiang Saint Clan, the bones of the Yaksha Saint Clan, the bellicose air of the Yama Saint Clan, the thick killing intent of the Shura Saint Clan, and lastly, the immense strength of the Tian Xiang Saint Clan.
In the eyes of the demon race, he appeared to be the perfect embodiment of a demon – flawless and possessing the advantages of each individual race.
"Senior martial brother, this name, 'Mo Luo' has a terrible reputation. It's unusable in the demon race anymore, isn't it?"
The demon Qi Practitioner frowned and said, "If I continue using the name of Mo Luo, I'll definitely be chased by the demon race till the end of the world."
Zhong Yue mulled, and he suddenly laughed, "If not Mo Luo, then why not you use this name? From now on, this is your name, and you will take care of the demon issues for me in my stead."
The demon Qi Practitioner, who was now an Inner Core Qi Practitioner, was undoubtedly Zhong Yue's demon incarnation. A light wheel emerged behind him, and he smiled, "This name? Then in the future, this name shall become known to the whole world."
Zhong Yue took out the Demonic Spirit Waters he had and gave half of it to his demon incarnation. He thought for a few seconds before also taking out the emerald leaf and passing it to his demon incarnation.
The demon incarnation kept the Demonic Spirit Waters along with the emerald leaf and then flew away toward the demon land.
He entered the demon land and journeyed the Eight Barrens to begin his legacy in the demon race.
***
One day, he arrived at the Fiend Capital, surrounded by the demon ladies as they looked at him affectionately. All of a sudden, one of the demon ladies smiled and softly said, "Such a handsome boy is quite rare nowadays. My heart nearly fell for him. I wonder who he is…."
"I am Bo Xun."
Zhong Yue's demon incarnation smiled gently and said, "Mister Bo Xun, as for my background…."
"Bo Xun? Who is Bo Xun?"
All of a sudden, a lady's voice came rushing into their ears, Zhong Yue looked over and saw Tian Mo Concubine, Ji Xiang Concubine and the other ladies swarming over. They saw him and was stunned for a split second. Tian Mo Concubine was shocked and happy while she then let out a joyful shout and rushed over to hug him, hopping while laughing.
"What are you lot looking at!"
Ji Xiang Concubine and the other ladies dispersed the crowd, one of the court ladies said, "Don't you see our imperial concubine is looking for a man? Why aren't you all leaving yet? Are you trying to fight with the imperial concubine?"
The demon ladies around then dispersed away, with one of them curling her lips and saying, "How dare you? When one day I am strong enough, I will snatch this Mister Bo Xun back, you bitches."
"You're back."
Tian Mo Concubine let out her joy then she chuckled and said, "Even if you turn to ash, I will still be able to recognize you. Mister Bo Xun, you are really daring even to come back."
Bo Xun smiled and answered, "Indeed, I am back."
He came back at a time when there was a power vacuum in the Eight Barrens. There were no clear leaders, and the young heroes were still growing into their own. The eight grand ancestors had been revived, the Demon Queen was cooperating with Feng Wuji, and the factions were slowly on the rise. The stage was now set, and it wasn't long before the true storm just beyond the horizon would soon sweep through the demon race.
***
Meanwhile, Zhong Yue had trodden across the Eastern Sea toward Swords Gate. At the same time, in the monster Gu Xia City, the city lord, Long Yue stood up and left for the South Barren.
The time had come, and Long Yue of the fabled Twin Yue's had moved to the South Barren first, his arrival trembling the world.
Zhong Yue of the Great Wilderness and Long Yue of the East Barren, they were finally about to have their fated battle in the South Barren.


Title: Rise of Humanity, 人道至尊
Author:  宅猪 (Zai Zhu)
Status: 1490 Chapters (completed) 
Translator: RisingDawn 
Editor: GemVoo
Chapter Release Rate: 1 chapter a day
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Tags: Legends, Mythology, Demons, Gods, Dragons, Monsters, Clever  Protagonist, Romance 
Synopsis
In the world birthed by Pangu, the Three Sovereigns lit the spark of humanity that the Five Emperors would later fan into a blazing fire, eternally branding humanity as the leaders of the world….
This was a time where twilight had descended on the reign of the Human Sovereign and the Five Emperors had yet to emerge – humanity was merely one of the myriad races wandering about the vast cosmos.
This was a desolate and barren era. The monsters, devils, heavenly gods, and deities of all races stood aloft; with the demons, heavenly souls, and spirits dancing freely around the world.
The humans were still a feeble and burgeoning race at the mercy of the pantheon of races that ruled the world together from within the great wilderness.
This was not the era of the Foreworld, but the barbaric and untamed era of uncivilization!
Let us rewind back to China’s ancient and classical mythology and recount the legendary tale of how a single figure led humanity out of an epoch of darkness and into a new dawn.
“Why do I seem like a monster? It’s not that my heart longs for blood, but the indifferent reality, and the harsh truth ... that drives me to kill.”
— Zhong Yue 
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Honestly, judging from the title itself, one’s initial impression would be that the story is simply another boring and cliche cultivation novel. Or at least, that was what I thought at first when I was first introduced to this novel by a friend. But to my surprise, and most likely to yours, (if you read it, that is ...) you will soon come to realize that the plot gets very interesting, involving many characters from the ancient and primeval eras of Chinese mythology.
Every story has their own charms, and every character has their own tale to tell. And this, is the tale of a young man fighting not for himself, but for the betterment of humanity. The plot starts to get really good at around chapter 50-ish, and that’s when the roller coaster starts to rise higher and higher to never come down again (literally, it ended in a climax).

There was little learning to be had. Not that Ken avoided it, but the madness that had erupted took new shapes, new methods in its insanity, and it grew. Arthur had expected the religious fervour to die away as days came and went, and for a while it looked as if he'd been correct. Then night fell again, the new star still the brightest in the sky. It didn't matter. Mothers and fathers brought their entire families into the streets and crowded the squares in silent prayer or singing.
     Krante may not have seen riots, but what had obviously been an important but boring town was now a centre of dissent.
     Old men with canes sat on stools brought out from inns telling tales of the last time a god had been born. Old, but not old enough to have seen it with their own eyes, Arthur guessed, and Ken confirmed his suspicion.
     They had planned to exchange Weaves in the Inn, but for once no one was interested. Taleweaver's might be a once in a lifetime experience. Gods took to the stage more seldom than that.
     Ken convinced Arthur to leave the next day. Krante was becoming dangerous he said, and even though Arthur wanted to watch the madness he accepted Ken's wisdom in this case. A few fights had broken out in the darkness, and the wall of silence that met questions of if anyone had been hurt made him uncomfortable. There was an ugly undertone to how neighbours chose factions after just two nights, and they were strangers, sacrosanct or not. The outworlder presence didn't help neither.
     As they rode south on the highway Arthur thought he saw smoke behind him, but he accounted it to his imagination, or hope.
     They met more people than he remembered seeing the last time he made use of the white highways of Keen. It was more of an unplanned migration than an exodus. There were as many heading south as they met, and he soon stopped making any attempts at guessing the reasons for each individual to take to the road. He'd expected his own shining caravan to create more of an uproar than it did, but mostly they just received sullen stares.
     From time to time he saw soldiers in uniforms coloured to stand out from the rest of the population, or from enemy soldiers on a field of battle. From what he had learned they massed soldiers on as a flat piece of ground as possible and marched into each other. The art of staying hidden was still ahead of the killers of this world. A few, he noted, mixed with the people among them. Some had discarded all but their trousers, but others kept their uniforms on, acting like guards protecting their favoured assembly of believers.
     Fields lay deserted on both sides of the road, not all of course. Most were worked by men and women who shook their heads or made angry gestures at the madness passing them by.
     As the days passed the randomness turned into order, or rather several kinds of order. Each roadhouse they slept in, and they got rooms only because Arthur made the most of his being a taleweaver, had tales of people gathering at shrines and temples far from the road. For each new one they visited those tales had more elements of armed protection and a little less of friendly gatherings, and it only took a few eightdays before the first story about a pitched battle around a shrine reached them.
     Ken stopped Weaving at that time. He had more need of learning than of retelling, he said, but as far as Arthur was concerned he only found a comfortable excuse to avoid the risks involved in stopping the violence. We don't take sides; we don't take part. We Weave, he had said.
     That was cravenness taken to the extreme, and Arthur refused to abide by it. The very next night he entered the stage knowing well ahead what he was about to Weave. They needed to understand the dark road of religious fanaticism and where it would take them.
     He filled his mind with what he knew about Earth's old witch hunts. Not enough. The Spanish Inquisition would have been good enough, but Keen had one of its own. In the end he decided on the German madness that had put Earth to the torch eight hundred years earlier and gave it religious overtones that had nothing with history to do. He was there to teach them a lesson, not as an advocate of rigid adherence to facts. He imagined a modern inquisition, placed a theocracy in the place of the rulers of the time, recalled as much of the atrocities he could. He mixed it, coloured it and made himself believe it, as if he had experienced it himself. Then he carried that anguish and fury foremost to his mind, and he Wove.

Great tales need to be told, but those that shape the world must be added to the Weave.

With the awakening of a god two taleweavers sharing two worlds meet and shape a new future for both. As they add new strands to the Weave in a way no taleweaver has ever done before ripples run through reality and the Weave begins to unravel.

Soon there are frays in the Weave.

Frays in the Weave is book two in the Taleweaver Saga. Book one is The Taleweaver.

While the donkey was feeling confused, Wang Baole's secret chamber rotted at an increasing speed. At the same time, the cries and howling that seemed to stem from the gathering of supreme beings grew even louder. It appeared as if in the darkness of the situation, a force had arrived, disrupting Wang Baole's cultivation. However, it was too far away to make a significant impact.
In this manner, time passed slowly, and two weeks came and went!
In these two weeks, Wang Baole sat motionlessly with his legs crossed. His body had already stiffened, and his breathing had disappeared. His entire body was covered in frost, and he was like a corpse, such that he wasn't able to feel anything, even the fire of life. 
During one late night after the two weeks had gone by, Wang Baole, who was sitting with his legs crossed suddenly jerked, his eyes opening slowly. The instant he opened his eyes, the frost on his body rapidly disappeared, and the decay in the surroundings vanished. Everything returned to what it was before, and the cries and howling stopped immediately.
As everything returned to normal, Wang Baole's eyes were completely open!
The moment he opened his eyes, a chilly cold vibe that was extremely imposing erupted directly from his eyes and his body. If an acquaintance of Wang Baole stood before him now, they would be extremely shocked, and might not be able to recognize him.
However, in reality… This was the real Wang Baole that had emerged from his experiences in the sea of corpses in the Mystic Luna Realm!
He typically showcased another side of his personality to others. He preferred to showcase an optimistic side of himself in order to hide the viciousness entrenched in his character. At the same time, the pupil of Wang Baole's left eye was now replaced by the Dark Fire!
As he silently looked at his surroundings and felt the Dark Fire in his eyes, Wang Baole didn't move. Instead, he shut his eyes, and when he reopened them again, the chilliness from his body, as well as the Dark Fire in his left eye, had vanished, hidden by him.
"So… This is the Dark Art…" Wang Baole murmured under his breath. He couldn't consider himself competent in the Dark Art, thinking that he was more like a beginner in it.
However, even as a beginner, Wang Baole still felt a feeling he had never experienced before. He couldn't describe the feeling with words. He just felt as if… life and death weren't endpoints, but a transition process.
"I'm still a little confused…" Wang Baole couldn't find the right words to describe his feelings. As he murmured to himself, he thought about Little Missy. The fact that she managed to master the technique within a month showed her abilities, and that made Wang Baole envious.
Seems like I can't be too proud in the future. One should always be humble and learn earnestly. Wang Baole took a deep breath and took out the mask before directly entering the Hallucination realm.
After he entered the Hallucination realm, Wang Baole looked around but didn't see Little Missy. However, he was used to this and therefore stood there, exclaiming loudly.
"Little Missy, I have a question that I would like to ask."
"Erm… When the Dark Fire appeared, I felt a bizarre feeling, as if I could control life and death. However, it seemed a little ambiguous, and I can't describe it… It feels like a calling from far away? I'm not too sure myself. Also, there's a weird voice that I keep hearing. When you first mastered the technique, did you experience all this as well?" Wang Baole was asking earnestly and sincerely this time, as he wanted to know the reason. He felt that if he could get a clearer understanding of what was happening, it would be helpful for him if he were to advance in his cultivation.
When he finished asking, Wang Baole was about to step forward to see if words that explained the situation had appeared on the mask. However, even before he lowered his head, he heard a voice, one that was incredulous, confused, and shocked.
"What did you say! Dark Fire?" As the voice reverberated, Little Missy instantly appeared beside Wang Baole. Her eyes stared wide and round, and her breathing quickened.
Noticing that Little Missy had appeared, and was looking so appalled, Wang Baole was also shocked. He thought about whether something had gone wrong with his cultivation. Therefore, he hurriedly spoke.
"Little Missy, was my cultivation process wrong?"
"Did you just say that you managed to cultivate to the stage where the Dark Fire appeared?" Little Missy disregarded Wang Baole's question. Right now, she began inquiring, still looking anxious.
"Yes, I managed to do it. Ah, I'm not talented enough. I only managed to succeed after a year." Wang Baole sighed. He really meant every word that he said.
After he spoke, Wang Baole closed his eyes, as he felt that in front of a senior elite of the Dark Art like Little Missy, he was like a child. When he reopened his eyes, Dark Fire flames appeared in his left eye.
The appearance of the Dark Fire immediately caused the already cold surroundings to turn even colder. A chilly vibe, under the boost provided by the Dark Fire, erupted from Wang Baole's body.
Little Missy was extremely taken aback. She stepped back immediately and hollered.
"Extinguish it immediately!" She was shocked. She felt frightened by the emergence of the Dark Fire, as if it were an innate restraint.
She looked at Wang Baole as if she was looking at a monster. Her emotions were complex, and she was about to break out in a scolding.
Hearing Little Missy's command, Wang Baole hurriedly closed his eyes. When he opened them once again, the Dark Fire had vanished. However, Little Missy's reaction made him confused.
Noticing Wang Baole's confusion, Little Missy stared and immediately spoke sternly.
"What a showoff. You're just a beginner. Don't you know that activating the Dark Fire willy-nilly would endanger your life? Remember, Dark Art cultivators like us cannot reveal the Dark Fire so simply, and this is especially so if there are others higher in the ranks of the Dark Art world than you around!"
Wang Baole was shocked and nodded his head immediately as everything became clear to him.
"Little Missy, you're right. I acknowledge my mistake."
As if! Little Missy thought silently in her mind, annoyed. When she saw that Wang Baole didn't suspect anything, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She couldn't suppress her frustration, which was growing stronger by the moment, but was unable to continue pretending as well. It seemed like she had never imagined Wang Baole would ever succeed in mastering it. Therefore, she had lied to him many times. However, now that everything seemed to have been exposed, it was akin to her image being tarnished, and her only choice was to continue with the pretense…
However, curiosity was like a cat gnawing in her heart, and she couldn't resist but ask.
"Wang Baole, how did you manage to do it?"
"I have no idea. Ah, I really don't have much talent. The past year I spent in cultivation all led to failures. However, somehow, I suddenly succeeded. I am confused as well. Right, Little Missy, how did you manage to do it the last time? Why did I suddenly manage to master it?" Wang Baole sighed. If he were in front of other people, he would have been more arrogant. However, in front of Little Missy, he felt that he paled in comparison.
Listening to Wang Baole repeatedly saying that he wasn't talented, Little Missy felt as if she was being stabbed in the heart. However, she still appeared to smile arrogantly on the surface and spoke calmly.
"Your talent is indeed ordinary. You don't even know how you managed to master it. As for me… It's without question that I stripped the Negative Spirit Bodies from the Spirit Qi and forcefully concentrated them in my body in a single breath. In reality, I said that I managed to master it in a month previously as I was afraid to traumatize you. In reality, I only took five days!" Little Missy raised her chin and spoke indifferently.
"Five days…" Wang Baole was taken aback once again. As his eyes were filled with bewilderment, Little Missy gloated silently in her heart. However, curiosity still got the better of her, and she asked once again.
"Wang Baole, what does the Negative Spirit Body look like?"
"It doesn't look like anything. You can't see it, and all you could feel is the chill in the air. It feels quite comfortable absorbing it, eh? Don't you know, Little Missy?" Wang Baole was suspicious, as he felt that something was amiss.
Internally, Little Missy was thinking that she really had no idea. However, on the surface, she simply glanced indifferently and calmly at Wang Baole. With melancholy, she spoke, as if she were recalling a memory. 
"I can't remember. After all, that happened when I was seven years old. All I could remember was to train earnestly, and I didn't care about anything else. Later on, as I grew older, I began to train in the higher tiers of Dark Qi. Then, as time passed, I lost my physical body, and everything turned into nothingness." As Little Missy spoke, her tone sounded sullen.
"As a beginner of the Dark Art, it wouldn't be advantageous to know too much. All you need to know is that the Negative Spirit Body is only the initial stage of the Dark Art. Only when you successfully convert the Dark Fire into the Dark Force could you then attempt to sense the Dark Qi. However, all these are too difficult for you. Even for me, I took a month before succeeding. 
"As for the voices you have heard and the indescribable feeling that you experienced… I can give you an explanation. The voices originate from the Ancient Galactic's will. I name it… Dark Spirit!
"Don't fret too much over the feeling that you have experienced. All you need to know is that after mastering a certain level of the Dark Art, you would wield the power to control life and death. There was someone who managed to reach the fourth stage of the Dark Art. He was a friend of mine, someone that others referred to as the Immortal Death!
"There is said to be seven stages to the Dark Art!"
"You can leave now, I'm tired." Little Missy spoke calmly. Her voice carried signs of aging. She had a look of melancholy on her face, as if Wang Baole had dug up a painful memory of hers.
Her words and her facial expressions made Wang Baole shocked and shameful for having suspicions towards Little Missy. He wanted to say something, but eventually decided to leave after saying farewell with cupped fists.
However, the moment Wang Baole took his leave, the melancholy in Little Missy's facial expression and eyes instant vanished, replaced by madness and disbelief.
Gosh, where the hell did this annoying fatty come from?
He… He actually succeeded in mastering it. When my mother urged me to stop learning in the past, she also told me that this was something that no one could master!
Little Missy was thrown into madness instantly, and thoughts of suspicion towards herself arose. Very quickly, her facial expressions changed.
Whatever I just said was to continue pretending, and they are made up of ideas from my own imagination that carried little truth. He can't possibly really absorb the Dark Qi one of these days, right?
Little Missy trembled. However, she also felt that this was impossible. She was about to heave a sigh of relief when she suddenly thought that impossible things had happened over and over again to Wang Baole. She was frustrated, and let out a long sigh, feeling incredibly exhausted mentally…


By the year 3029 CE, Earth's technology has developed rapidly, borders no longer exist, and Earth has been unified, marking the beginning of the era of the Federation.

At that time, a huge sword flew from the heavens, piercing the sun and causing a huge sensation on Earth.

Perhaps because the scabbard of the sword was already in tatters, countless shards have broken off from it following the collision with the sun and spread across the universe. Many of these shards have landed on various places across Earth.

With the arrival of the bronze sword and its shards, a new unlimited energy source has suddenly appeared on Earth. This energy source has since been named Spirit Qi.

Spirit Qi is like air, thick in some places and thin in others. As the Federation and other factions gather more shards, they discover more information on cultivation, pill refinement, Spirit Stone refinement, and other techniques. The words on the shards have an ancient feel to them, making it a trend for people to use ancient language.

The appearance of Spirit Qi rapidly makes the original energy sources obsolete and has completely changed people's lives. Not only has the Spirit Internet been formed, Spirit Qi has also changed the course of Human Civilization, causing the world to enter a civilization of cultivation. This would later come to be known as the Spirit Inception Era.
 


"He is all my art to me now," said the painter gravely. "I sometimes think, Harry, that there are only two eras of any importance in the world's history.

 The first is the appearance of a new medium for art, and the second is the appearance of a new personality for art also. What the invention of oil-painting was to the Venetians, the face of Antinous was to late Greek sculpture, and the face of Dorian Gray will some day be to me. It is not merely that I paint from him, draw from him, sketch from him. Of course, I have done all that. But he is much more to me than a model or a sitter.

 I won't tell you that I am dissatisfied with what I have done of him, or that his beauty is such that art cannot express it. There is nothing that art cannot express, and I know that the work I have done, since I met Dorian Gray, is good work, is the best work of my life. But in some curious way—I wonder will you understand me?—his personality has suggested to me an entirely new manner in art, an entirely new mode of style. I see things differently, I think of them differently.

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me before. 'A dream of form in days of thought'—who is it who says that? I forget; but it is what Dorian Gray has been to me.

 The merely visible presence of this lad—for he seems to me little more than a lad, though he is really over twenty—his merely visible presence—ah! I wonder can you realize all that that means? Unconsciously he defines for me the lines of a fresh school, a school that is to have in it all the passion of the romantic spirit, all the perfection of the spirit that is Greek. 

The harmony of soul and body—how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. Harry! if you only knew what Dorian Gray is to me! You remember that landscape of mine, for which Agnew offered me such a huge price but which I would not part with? It is one of the best things I have ever done. And why is it so? Because, while I was painting it, Dorian Gray sat beside me. Some subtle influence passed from him to me, and for the first time in my life I saw in the plain woodland the wonder I had always looked for and always missed."


"Basil, this is extraordinary! I must see Dorian Gray."
Hallward got up from the seat and walked up and down the garden. After some time he came back. "Harry," he said, "Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him. He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there. He is a suggestion, as I have said, of a new manner. I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours. That is all."

"Then why won't you exhibit his portrait?" asked Lord Henry.
"Because, without intending it, I have put into it some expression of all this curious artistic idolatry, of which, of course, I have never cared to speak to him. He knows nothing about it. He shall never know anything about it. But the world might guess it, and I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope. There is too much of myself in the thing, Harry—too much of myself!"

"Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. They know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions."

"I hate them for it," cried Hallward. "An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography. We have lost the abstract sense of beauty. Some day I will show the world what it is; and for that reason the world shall never see my portrait of Dorian Gray."

"I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue. Tell me, is Dorian Gray very fond of you?"

"Guh!"

Amidst the eerie sorroundings of dead trees and the undeciphered darkness, coldness seeped through the young boy's skin.

"Where is this?"

Shivering and confused, the boy looked for his bearings as he stood up and patted his clothes.

"Cursed"

A whisper voice out to his ear.

"Hmmm?"

Pleron stiffened his muscles and focused his senses.

"Thou art, cursed"

Soon came an eye that peered through the fog of darkness, it's clear and dark pupils stared through the boy's soul.

"Do you mean the Gods' anger?"

The clear voice depicted Pleron's calmness to the situation.

"Indeed indeed"

Excited, the eyes soon stepped inside the boy's vision in order to be clearly seen.

"Kukuk"

Standing eight feet tall, red flesh steaming and a long curved horned head masked with the visage of anger that betrayed the smile etched to his scarred long mouth, the monster's back had a bat's wing that was inverted.

"Aeshma is thine name"

Seeing the demon's appearance Pleron took a step forward as he slowly put on a smile.

"Thy scarred mind had incapacitated thy fear"
"Admirably done"


Stopping his tracks, the boy stood up straightly the same with his gaze fix to the demon's.

"Aeshma?"
"Why's a demon on earth doing in this fantasy world?"

The skeptical boy now slowly walking forward, the heat from the demon's flesh boiling his skin.

"Demon?, thy religion from thy past must have bruit thyself that thine is a great God!"

With its masked smile being twisted to anger, the Daeva stomped his feet, causing the ground to crack and shake.

"Thine incardine flesh burns, it is thine greatest fardel of burden and a curse brought by thineself"

The outburst had caused the Daeva to turn its flesh to turn even to a reddish hue, causing great pain to itself, but after a while it cooled down, like a coal.

"Enough! what do you want?"

Pleron who has had enough of the demon's irritating archaic words and outburst made the boy to blurt out.

"Thine had made thineself  look like a fool"
"Very well, let us hasten, lest the onlookers were to pry"

Onlookers?

"Create a contract with thineself"

Contract?

"Why should I trust you?"

"Just like thy pitiful self, thine too am filled with madness to thy kind and all creations, cursed and deceived"
"So thine had decided that thou shall be thine vessel after millions of years"
"I'am belike that we are of the same cloth"



The Daeva explained.
So he's the reason for the sudden impulse of madness that I have done, if I signed the contract that means he'll freely have the ability to control my body.

"Wait, first let me ask you why the hell are you here?"

Pleron again voiced out his question.

"Right now, our minds had been linked in this purgatory for the damned"
"If thou art to sign the contract thine tangible form would transport from earth to yours"

The demon spoke slowly.

So that means this demon from Earth would be transported to this one.
Pleron thought.

"And what would I gain from this, note that I was just recently betrayed"
"I may have let my guard down there and became arrogant due to my power, but no more will that happen again"

Pleron who just experienced his first betrayal is now conscious of it happening again, especially that the one his about to take with him is a demon of chaos.

"Hmph! unlike thy kind, Thine great self is Daeva of chaos, meaning a word of promise is a sign of putting down thine dignity as thine title"
"And thy curse given by the puny onlookers will also be lifted with thine great might"
"Thou'est would gain a good factor in thy conquest and thou'est would also obtain power unattainable by the masses"
"The ability of Sowing discord and inciting unrest to the masses"
"So what say thou'est?"

A paper of a contract filled with words that constructed a condition came out of the demon's hand.
So the Daeva can lift the curse that was put on the system and grant me new abilities.

Contract:

Aeshma the Daeva had been robbed of his duty, due to Sros "Ears" the counterpart of Aeshma and a spirit created by Ahura Mazda, with this the Daeva was overthrown.

What happened to him after the usurpation was not known, but it seems a curse had been placed upon him if ever he were to show signs of incitement, a rending of the flesh would ensue as punishment, and so the demon had learned to be tamed, but the sign in his eyes showed that hatred and malice had been well kept until the day it would be released, abiding his time, it seems the demon had learned patience in a most grievous way.

Condition: Aeshma's boiling point had come, and because of this he willingly gives himself just to continue his own path of chaos and someday exact vengeance to his counterpart.
- Your impulse to destroy will increase.
-A deity with his army will soon come.


Do you accept this condition?
"Yes"


'Pak'

With an excruciating pain that slowly mended his bones and rending of flesh, the boy succumbed to unconsciousness.

Pleron, a 17 years old boy, happens to chance upon a relic of the World's largest war, A Knight's cross.

Though the boy was no history enthusiast, the cross was something he once heard from his history teacher, while in deep thoughts, a flash could be seen between the clouds as it  neared towards the boy's head, a stray bullet,
taking the boy to another world.

Dionysus had a very complex nature that could be shown by his duality his nature included life giving side and a bestial , and more destructive side 
     His divinity included fertility,wine and ecstasy
      He envied humans there art and passion but the most he envies was that they could make there own choices 
     Because of some stupid law passed by his father Zeus he couldn't meet up with his son 
His only son who didn't die of the curse of madness  
       His son was an abnormality himself . He used magic to make his seeds not to sprout during his period of ecstasy 
And unlike the other gods  he blessed those women with fertility and made them forget there painful memories 
      Kreigs mother Natalie was one such women who came to him during his drunken unrestrained self he was at a night club in Germany his divinity made everyone in the bar to be unrestrained and wild and he saw her ,a demigod of ares for sure she looked at him and she knew who he was and she was in pain probably due to someone close to her death and he granted her wish removing the painful memories for her and giving her bliss
And he forgot everything about the matter and only when kreig was 5 when he accidentally got bruised by some beast and his blood touched the ground sprouting wines did his senses found him ,his son 
     He could feel his own divinity and ares blessing so he knew what happened 
  But he was cursed to madness by Hera 
But he made the madness into his weapon one of his own domains and with his grandmothers help later become what he was known for wine and fertility 
   And the curse was often passed to his children making them go mad and they would die before the age of 6  
     And he found his son contrary to his other children in his long life sane 
      And to look after him more he got banished from Olympus by his own plots and came to camp half blood though getting cursed not to drink wine was a bit too much 
And was not planned but he went with that 
The others didn't like him much there anyway since he irritated them always and also they thought him weak and yes he was weaker than them but his divinity made him special Any form of ecstasy was a prayer to him any form of unrestrained behavior he took power from it even unrestrained sex gave him but the funniest was the gods he leached them the most they never showed restrain I'm any form his what he don't have in destructive power he balanced it with magic in the use of magic he was only second to the goddess herself and he could make even the gods go cuckoo if he wanted the more humans there was the more stronger his divinity made him 
And now his wish for a son was granted and he made it his priority to not let him die early 
He was there looking after him everyday and the day kreig knew that he was his father and showed no hate for him for not being there also acknowledged him was one of the best  day in a millennia for him then whenever his son was troubled or bored he would approach the wines he put there for monitoring him and talked he loved his son and his son always made him smile 
        Then the whole minatour and cyclops Event happened and made it in time to save hi son but his guardians the demigod of ares and the spellweaver died and quite frankly he didn't care for them but he was afraid what that would do to his son 
      He decided he was bringing him to camp halfblood he was going to be with him 
Though he didn't want him get close to other Gods redar no other place was safe for him now

The MC is born from Dionysus with a demigod mother (on of Ares daughter ) .

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