A soft light weaves through the leaves and hits Kano's eyes. His silver eyes slowly open and adjust to the surrounding. They send the scenery to his brain, which triggers a thought.
"Ah, it is the new school."
It has been two weeks since he transferred to the new school. He does not have any friends. Most of his memory revolves around moving to different countries, learning different languages, and talking about business. Against his grandparent's wishes, his parents want to build their own lives, instead of taking over the empire. His parents love him, but they are often swarmed with work. Thus, he spends most of his time with his babysitter, Esmeralda, and his siblings. At the beginning of the year, as he turns sixteen, his grandparents finally cannot endure it  any longer and demand his parents to settle down after a decade of traveling to more than half of the world. They must return home, which is more like a castle than a house, and Kano is enrolled into this school.
Aster Academy is a prestigious school. It was built and named based on the long - accredited space program that the school is known for. Or, it may be because of the same name flower that covers the entire school. It reminds Kano of the taro shave ice that Esmeralda always makes, which causes an urge for sweets every time he arrives at school.
The school is lax on general regulation but is extremely strict on academic achievement. Their admission score is high enough to make people run for the hill, but still cannot keep people from applying for the school. The reason is because of their focus on individual talents and tuition sponsorship. Thus, many talented students choose the school as their priority.
Kano's score is not bad. If anything, he is slightly above average. However, speaking multiple languages and excelling in sport is a guaranteed admission. He also heard stories about students, who got accepted for excelling in arts and life skills even though their score may not pass the requirement. Thus, there is a unique collection of students in the school. Even the dean, Mr. Wonder, is an eccentric man himself. Nobody ever knows the real story about his name, and he changes the story every time someone asks.
"I wondered about a lot of things when I was young so my parents changed my name."
"I was born with a question birthmark in a discreet place."
"My parents listened too much of Stevie Wonder."
And every time is accompanied with a mysterious smile.
"Hey, Kano. You are daydreaming again?"
A voice cuts through Kano's train of thought. As he snaps back to reality, a pair of blue eyes appear too close to his face. Irwin Klunes, or Irwin Clueless as people nickname him, is the first friend Kano made since arriving here. A weird combination between Islander and Asian makes him stand out. The sharp feature and handsome face, distinctive to Asian, is a contrast with his sky - blue big eyes and abnormal height. Standing approximated six feet five, which is two inches taller than Kano, allows people to easily spot him in the crowd. Combining with his muscular lean body and the killer double dimples, Irwin is a deadly cage for many people's hearts. However, the guy, who has zero boundaries and a candid mouth, is pretty much a simpleton toward love. Hence, the nickname is born after several confessions.
"Can you take your face away from me?"
"Sorry, my bad. I forget." Irwin quickly pulls back to his chair. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, just stuff."
"What stuff? You look dazed to me. Are you fancying about someone?"
"Yes, my lunch. How ironic when you are the one to ask that, Mr. Clueless. How is practice?"
"Not bad. Hey, you know I hate that nickname. It …"
"I cannot believe you got accepted for being a singer."
Kano cuts him off before the rant starts.
"Why not? I can sing pretty well."
Kano admits Irwin is. That is the reason that there are literally love confessions every single day.
"I know. Just your frame can tell a different story."
Irwin laughs lightly. They have the same conversation all the time.
"Anyway, you want to do anything after school?"
"Not much but don't you have some activities later?"
"Oh yeah, I completely forget about it. Never mind then."
Kano just shakes his head. Irwin's low attention span can be either a blessing or a curse depending how people look at it. The only that he ever focuses on is music and food, which he never says no to and causes a lot of misunderstanding.
"So, did you finish the assignment?"
"I did." Kano digs into his pack back and pulls out a small stack of paper. " A three page report with all materials ready for oral presentation."
"I still cannot believe that you got such a good topic for your assignment. I have to do research on the psychotherapy effects of music, which is really hard. I have to test and survey for a while."
Since the school is unique, its assignment is pretty much unique itself. Most assignments are focusing research and research techniques unless it is dry cut like math. The scores are based on finding, method, and conclusion. "Learning from the past" is pretty much one of the mottos in the school. It is the reason the school leads the nation in innovative processes.
Kano likes the way the school runs. It is unique but allows you to learn through different processes than normal school.
"Yeah, it is pretty cool that I got a topic that is really interesting."
"Really?"
"Yup."
Kano really likes his topic, the efficiency of movements and energy. It is correlated to his personal interest, martial art. His parents found out about his interest when visiting a local school in one of South East Asia countries. They encouraged him, and it took off from there. As they move from country to country, he learns different styles and practical combat techniques. Thus, he has a foundation for the assignment.
"I wonder what his assignment is."
Kano follows Irwin's finger to gaze at the figure in front of the class. As if there is a sixth sense, the owner of the back turns around and greets his gaze with his own reflection in the thick glasses.

"Fate. A cruel trickster. An ironic chronicle. An inevitable existence. Even the almighty God cannot avoid.” Kano has recently returned to his home, still figuring out his future. He is drawn to the eyes, that are miniature Earth themselves. One night, his life changes because of those same eyes. Neo’s life has been predetermined since his birth but he has no qualms about it. Everything turns upside down when the guy with the husky velvet voice appears. Will they be able to tell their own stories or are they already written?

Disclaimer: The cover picture is not mine as I am still looking for someone to draw my cover. If you need me to take it down, let me know.

Kumari huffed and puffed as she slightly bent to support her arms with her knees. Sounds of applause rang from the stands as some of the students came forward to congratulate her. Drops of sweat fell from her beautiful face, which had a slight blush on her cheeks. Kumari's small mouth opened and closed as she took big gulps of air. Some strands of her jet-black hair stuck to her face because of the sweat. A triumphant smile could be seen as her eyes filled with delight. 

"The first prize for the Women's 400m sprint goes to Ms Kumari Desu. It has to be mentioned that Ms Kumari has won the 100m and 200m sprint also. Hearty Congratulations," a resonant voice was heard from the podium near the race track.

Kumari tittered as she controlled her breathing and wiped her sweat when she heard these praises. It was such a relief from all the scoldings she had to endure whenever her grades were announced. Kumari couldn't lose this chance to show off. She changed her 'running' clothes to a standard sports day uniform, which was a white shirt and sports pants. The colour of socks and your shirt collar represented your house (red, blue, yellow & green).

After that, Kumari ran towards the gallery to find Kranthi along with Rahul (little pig) waiting for her.
Kranthi grinned at Kumari as he ate Kaju Barfi (a bite-sized, flat diamond-shaped sweet made of cashew nuts and milk) with relish. He said, "Kumkum, exemplary performance, no one can match you. Even Adi also only got a silver in running race."

Kumari smiled, "thank you, Kranthi. Where is that fellow? I don't see him here." she looked all over the stands and the race track but couldn't spot him.

Kranthi shrugged as he said, "who cares, maybe that fellow is sulking in a corner for not getting gold."

Kumari scoffed when she heard these words, "Adi, sulking? No way. His skin is thicker than our school wall. More like, he should have gone to flirt with some innocent girl."

Kumari wanted to find Aditya so that he could accompany her to go to the archery range. She wanted to see it but, usually, that place was filled with IC (International Curriculum)students. As Aditya had friends in that batch, it would be more convenient if he went with her.

Kumari looked at Kranthi, who seemed to have stopped breathing so that it wouldn't disturb him from eating. She said with some exasperation, "White buffalo, enough. These sweets were given by my mother so that I could eat them after the competition." 

Kranthi grinned as he continued to eat, "it's alright, you wouldn't eat them anyway. Who doesn't know that you hate sweets? It's funny how your family owns a popular sweet shop, and you turned up this way."

"I don't hate sweets, I just find them tasteless," Kumari snorted as she grabbed a piece of sweet from the box and took a bite.

Kumari did not like it, but she needed to eat something. "Alright, I am going." she wanted to find Aditya as soon as possible. Kumari did not have a phone, as they were not allowed to bring them to school. Still, some students (like Aditya) brought smartphones, but Kumari's or Kranthi's family did not allow it. She had to search for him physically.

The weather was pleasant with white, fluffy clouds hanging around in the crystal blue sky. The air was filled with happiness, enthusiasm and merriment. The sports for children who were younger than 12 years was done in a separate section of the school. Parents of younger students were allowed to visit on this day.

Kumari smiled when she saw these children running around giggling, playing with slides, see-saws and other playthings. Parents were cautioning their children to pay attention to their safety, and a few teachers were supervising the competitions like spoon and egg, book balancing and other fun games. There was a medic in the corner, to take care of first-aid if any accident happened.

If there was something that their school possessed in excess, it was land. Two centuries ago, when those missionaries bought the property for their school, it must have cost no more than five bugs. 

Just as Kumari was about to leave as she couldn't find Aditya, she heard a female voice calling her. Kumari turned to see Anupama and Kavya walking towards her. She smiled at them and waited.

 Anupama smiled as she congratulated Kavya, "Congrats, I heard that you won all the sprints." The sports uniform was the same for both NC and IC students. So to an outsider, everyone dressed the same as they both belonged to the same school in the end.

"Thank you," Kavya nodded as she looked at Anupama. After the incident at the new cafeteria, Kumari had become good friends with all of Aditya's old classmates in the International school. After befriending Anupama, Kumari understood the reason that Aditya fell for her. Anupama possessed a unique temperament and charisma. Even Kumari was attracted to her. She felt that Aditya's taste in girls was similar to hers. In the past, both of them liked Sameera and even fought over her. 

"What about you?" Kumari asked Anupama and Kavya. Anupama shook her head as she said, "I am proficient in fencing and Kavya is a professional swimmer. Both of these sports were not included, so we are free."

Kumari nodded, "What about Bhadra and Jatin?"

It was Kavya, who answered Kumari's query. She had a hint of pride in her voice as she said, "Bhadra bagged gold for Shot-put and as for Jatin," Kavya scoffed, "he is not into sports."

"Where are you going, Kumari?" Anupama asked as she looked with her dark honey-brown coloured pupils.

"I am looking for that idiot Adi so that he could accompany me to the archery range which is behind the school building," Kumari said but paused as she looked at Anupama with shining eyes.

Anupama understood Kumari as she smiled and nodded, "If you don't mind, we can come with you." Kavya also nodded as they had spare time, anyway.

"Okay, let's go, I know a shortcut through our old school building, it will be quicker," Kumari forgot about Aditya as she held Anupama's hand and pulled her along.

 There was a large wooden podium being built, in front of the old school building. This ground was the location for the cultural festival which was going to be held the next day. Kumari would receive the medals on this stage.

 A white cloth was being used to cover these wooden structures. After this the decoration of the podium would begin, using colourful sheets, lights, balloons and other things. This year, many prominent people would be attending this annual day because of the new students (IC). The existing auditorium was not sufficient. Before a bigger hall could be built, this temporary podium was the alternative.   

Just as they were nearing the school building, Anupama stopped Kumari as she spotted a girl in the distance. Kumari also looked at the girl and remembered that she was the cute East Asian girl who seemed to have a crush on Aditya.

Yu Yan was sitting on a bench alone as her face seemed to have become a red apple. She looked in the distance in a daze. Yu Yan was smiling and blushing as if she recalled something sweet but shameful at the same time.

"Yu Yan, right? Is everything alright?" Anupama asked when she saw Yu Yan's behaviour. Yu Yan's body shook when she saw Anupama and others, but her blush deepened for some reason. She stuttered, "Sen...senior Anupama, I... I am fine."

Kumari saw some symptoms as she asked, "did you see your elder brother Aditya?"

Yu Yan trembled when she heard 'Aditya' and her fists held her clothes tightly as she nodded, "I saw elder brother Aditya going towards the archery range. I will be on my way, seniors." Yu Yan escaped.

Anupama did not hear Yu Yan's words as she confirmed her suspicion. 'Adi, if I come to know that you did something to this cute, naive girl, I will break your bones."

Anupama had her suspicions but did not jump to conclusions. Kumari and others made way for the school building. Once they cross the building, the archery range was a hundred meters away. The ancient Banyan tree which had more than 100 aerial roots, was behind the archery range.

"Ha, God is on our side, brothers. The fish had fallen into the net on its initiative," a burst of maniacal laughter was heard which send chills running through Kumari's body. When she turned her head to see, she was shocked to discover her obese mathematics teacher, Javed, coming towards them along with two other men.

 Kumari recognised these men as janitors in her school. All of them worked in this school for many years, and Kumari knew them. She could not understand the change in their behaviours. Her heart almost stopped when she saw a handgun in each of these people's hand. At this moment, she knew that something terrible was going to happen. Anupama and Kavya had also seen these guns, and their reaction was similar to Kumari.

Aditya, a 16-year-old teenager dreaming of becoming a professional Formula racer, currently studying in an international school is dealing with the biggest crisis of his life. He had been informed by the police that his parents have gone missing leaving no clue behind. 

To add on to his misery, Aditya has been sleeping 14 hrs a day due to an unknown reason for the past two weeks. He had been dreaming an alternate world where the 'other' Aditya lives the exact same life as him. 

But, things became more intriguing when the events in his dream started diverging from his real-life events. For one, his parents did not go missing in his dreams. They were safe and sound. Later in his dream life, Aditya went on to continue his studies in Europe and later became an F1 racer just like he aimed for while in real life, he got himself expelled from his school and started working in a garage as a mechanic. A world of difference.

Accompany Aditya on a journey filled with many impossibilities as he comes in contact with many hidden truths the world is unaware of, in his quest of rescuing his parents.

The setting is mainly focused in India

Chapter Release Rate: 4-5 Chapters/ week

Avg Chapter length: 2000 - 2100 words

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Tags: Action, Adventure, Missing Parents, Smart Protagonist, Kind Protagonist, Romance, Harem, Friends, Subordinates, Futuristic technology, Biologically Modified Humans, Cyborgs, Genius, Mafia, Firearms, Military Technology.

Dun, I read so much about him and heard that during the colonization of India, the British Empire, it housed the office of British etymological intelligence. Indian recruits were trained there and sent to other Asian regions of the Silk Road to gather information. Kipling wrote about this.

Now, it was possible to look at these places ... Imbued with the spirit of antiquity.

Interestingly near the campus lived retired military, brigadier general. Interestingly, an Englishman came to him from Britain with his blond wife and children. They were relatives, the general.

There was a small shopping center near our campus, so to speak.

It consisted of a road going from east to west. In the east, the city of Rourke was located, and the road to the city of Massouri began to the west. And one part of this road was a shopping center. On both sides of which were located one and two-storey concrete boxes. The length of the street with the shopping center was 400 meters long.

In each concrete structure was located one shop. At the beginning of this street on the north side. there was a post office, then a meat stall, on the contrary, a canopy of reeds, where they sold fish for 22 rupees per 1 kg. Whereas goat meat cost Rs 65 and chicken meat is only 36 rupees.

Then there was a large minimarket that sounds almost like an oxymoron, but it was really the biggest on this street. The owners are two twin brothers. They were respected by the whole street, according to my friend Alok from the University of New Dehli.

Next came a shop selling Indian and European sweets. Tea shop, where they sold only - tea dust. Before traveling to India, I naively assumed that in India every time leaf tea, black tea, which in our country was sold, was quietly sold in a supermarket. But no, I was mistaken. I saw only "Lipton tea bags" and "Taj Mahall in plastic bottles - tea dust." Alok said that in the capital, there is some big tea market, wholesale. But we never got to him ... but on the other hand, we were on Palik Bazaar ... there certainly wasn't just ... but more on that later ...

Then there was a shop where expensive fruits were sold, higher than at the big city market - Paltan Bazar (?). Percent on 30!

The next shop was where they sold rice, groats, the famous white, crumbly, fragrant, Dun rice. The price for 1 kg was 360 rupees, while ordinary rice cost 30 rupees. But if the Dun rice was clean, then in the usual rice there were small stones, sand, and sometimes rusty nails.

The next shop was stationery ... and behind it was Dr. Mukardzhi's private clinic (if I remember correctly). He worked there and one nurse, for consultation he took 50 rupees. Telephone booth, fax, telex, e-mail.

The end of the shopping street, the north side was occupied by a butcher, where buffalo meat was sold, at 20 rupees per 1 kg, goats at 60 rupees per 1 kg and chickens at 30 rupees per 1 kg. But this butcher did not cut the meat, and apostro sold it in one piece.

If you go back, already on the south side, there was a magic shop selling Indian clothing - Sarri and Pyanjab clothing, where the studio sewed trousers for 1 day for 200 rupees. Next, a shop selling mineral water in 2 liters and 1 liter, as well as bottles of 20 liters. The price seemed to be 250 rupees per item or so. I was surprised when I saw glass bottles of 1 liter each. For their return, they gave 30 rupees. They had Coca-Cola or Fanta. Lassi, a drink made from honey, ice and milk with the addition of saffron and mint, was also sold there. Very tasty. But then it was necessary to drink - furazalidon.  So we were recommended by the therapist before shipping. Well, anyway, there were no serious problems with health.

Then there was also a small shop where textbooks for schools, books, and stationery were sold, and the Indians bought with great enthusiasm beautiful postcards in English, with all kinds of holidays - Mother's Day, Father's Day, Devaali, New Year and Christmas, Christmas Eve .. .

No ones Pov

Two girls around the age of eight are sitting in a hotel room. One had black hair in twin tails with brown eyes she looks of asian decent she is wearing and orange shirt with a monkey on it a black skirt and armor.  The other looks british blonde hair blue eyes a  real Natz wet drem she is wearing a collared white shirt with a blue tie and skirt. The black hair girl is playing videogames and the blonde girl is reading a book. Than another girl walks in with a prideful look she has silver hair, smooth white skin and blue eyes she has on a blue hoodie that matches the bow in her hair  with jeans.

Silver hair Girl: Artoria where is Darcy

 The blonde girl Artoria  does not even look up from her book but she answers with a monotone expression.

Artoria: She was gone before I got here Vivi ask the monkey

Vivi: Bilu

 The Asian girl also known as Bilu is playing videogames and did not react at all to Vivi question, She continues to play.

Vivi: Bilu...Bilu....BILU !

That scares Bilu so much she falls of the bed

Bilu: Oh Vivi it is you your back.

Vivi: Where is Darcy

Bilu: She went to get us something to eat

Vivi: By herself you know she is directionly challenged. How could you let her go out there by herself.

Bilu: She loss rock, paper scissors

Artoria: She also has no money because Vivi took it when the two of you spent it all on candy and other sweets.

Bilu: Blaming me when you had the most choclate cake out all of us,

Artoria:... Shut up

Vivi: She must be pick pockiting agiain one of these she going pick the wrong person pocket. Than I will have to beat him down.

Artoria and Bilu: Battle maniac

Vivi:  What was that?

Artoria and Bilu: Nothing 

Vivi: That what I thought come on lets go find Darcy I sense fallen Angels in this city. It is time for us to move on.

Bilu: I just got free cable too.

Artoria: I will understand how she can be so smart in one subjects and so dumb in others.

Vivi: You know Bilu she just has to have the right motivation.

The three of the leave the apartment. Viiv extends here wings that reaveals to be devil wings and Bilu whistle and summonds a  cloud and Artoria and Bilu follows


Bellamey Pov

Darcy: THESE PUNKS JUST KEEP ON COMMING !

Bellamey:  I know this is getting annoying I need to switch tactics.

It turns out that Usula fallen army is nothing but zombies of her dead comrads. So she createss as many enemies as she wants with her sacred gear Call of the Haunting it flute that traps the souls of your enemies and I thought she was and angel that is one demonic power Ironic.

Darcy: Don't worry Vivi should be back by now and notice I am gone it usually takes about ten minuets to find me.

Bellamey: That an exact number this has this happend before.

Darcey: Once 

I look at her 

Darcey: Ok maybe twice

I look at her again

Darcy: OK IT HAPPENED NINE TIMES ARE YOU HAPPY NOW !

Bellamey: Are sure it will take her only ten minuets

Darcey:  She has never failed to find me over ten miuets it like her super power. Once she and the others get here we should be able defent this bitch off with ease. She stronger than the both of us.

Bellamey: I was going easy on you

Darcey: That is what all the boys say when they find that they are inferior to a girl.

No I was serious I was holding back because if I wasn't I would have killed her. I did not want to do that because I use to be that kid on the streets stealing to survive.

Bellamey: Alright I am trusting you time to try out some of my new techniques.

I release my room ussually I can't use any of my ablities exxcept for haki unless I am in my room, but I am eight and I lack stamina so I  created this little trick.

Bellamey: GLOVES !

Gloves is basically coveringing my hands in room giving me asccess to ceartian abilities.. Two energey knives come out my hands

Belamey: SCAPLES !

Than I use support spell spell to increase my spees. than a begin stabbing each angel in the corota arterey. They bleed from their necks and than turn to smoke.

Darcy: PARLYZING KISS!

She blows a kiss and a puff of pink smoke and paralyxe the angels than she uses her chains and burns them and they turn to smoke.

Bellamey: COUNTER SHOCK ! CLEAR !

I press my thumbs to the ground and shock several people.

Ursula: Your strong dor being so young I can't allow you two grow up. How do  they say it  pull the grass out of the root.

Bellamey: How long we got Darcy.

Darcey: Five minuets at best

Bellamey: I going to try something

I try to activate conquers Haki..... I got nothing. Hey this is alot harder than the other two. Luffy made this shit looks so easy. Well he did learn it in a two year time skip. Honestly since I have gotten my abilties I have only been able to pull off this move once and that was and accident because they killed my favortie charchter on my favorite show. I begin to focuse

Darcy: What are you doing 

Bellamey: I am trying to activate one of techniques

Darcy: Well you look like your constipated.

Bellamey: I am not constipated I am trying to focus.

Darcy: Well focus harder

Bellamey: Not helping

Dacy: There getting closer

Bellamey: I know

Darcy: THERE SWARMING !

Bellamey: DARCY SHUT UP !

Who knew that push me over the edge and allowed me to activate my conquers haki and a pulse comes out of my body knocking out every single zombie angel is knocked out and turns into smoke except for Ursula is down for the count

Ursula: You make taken out my army but I can always make more CALL....

Bilu: TASTE MY GIANT ROD!

I look up and seed a girl with a staff changes size and she smack the shit out of Usula.  Did she just make a penis joke. The girl jump of a cloud?

Atoria: Really a penis joke who taught you that anyway,

Bilu: My grandpa

Atoria: Of course he did

The bitch slowy gets up and she looks pissed

Ursula: Your going to pay for that you brats. I don;t care if there is two of you are four  all of you are not getting out of this alive. espesically you. abomination a devil mixed with human what disgrace.

Atroria: Oh she should  have not said that

She begin to play her flute when I here something

??? DIVIDE ! DIVIDE DIVIDE !

I look up and see a girl with silver hair and I see her sacred gear it a pair of white wings on her back. Why does that look so familar. Her flut only sumon 3 clons, Than the girl  bombards her with a storm of demonic power.

Darcy: VIVI !

Vivi: Now whay that about a devil and a human being an abomination I dare you to say that again infront of my presense.

Usula: I WILL KILL YOU I WILLL KILL YOU !

Bellamey: It is just me or does she have crazy eys.

Bilu:  Your right this birds short a few feathers if you get my drift... Who are you?

Bellamey: Bellamey

Bilu: Oh I' m Bilu and I am guessing you met Darcy the klepto. Than we have paralysis face Artoria and last but not least are very on battle maniac Vivi.

Artoria: Should we really bee introducing ourselves now.

Bellamey: It fine I was just about to finish her off

Vivi: Someone confident

Usula begin to throw spears of light at us. I start walking foward and dodge everyone of them. Bilu is shocked and Artoria and Vivi both raised their eyebrows.

Bilu: How is he doing that.

Darcy: He has this annoying habbit of dodging everyone attacks it real pain in the but if you fight him.

Vivi: Intresting

I walk closer and closer than I activate my GLOVES ! Ursula continues to throw speasr of light but thank to my haki I avoid everyone. Than I suddenly increase my speed whith a support spell.

Bellamey:  GAMA KNIFE !

I make green blade blade and I slash through her body horazontally

Bilu: Nothing happend?

I snap my fingers and she spits up blood and fall down on the ground lifeless,

Vivi: What did you just do

Bellamey: Oh nothing much just destroyed her entire organ sytem. I guess it is kind of hard to breath  with out lungs and a heart.

Vivi: My name is Vivi Luicefer and may I ask who you are

 My eyes grow wide and I only have one thought in my mind WHY THE FUCK IS VALI A GIRL !

Jason Law has just graduated from Med School.  After eight years medschool and his intermship he is now Dr. Law. He thought it was going to be smooth sailing to bad he was killed by God and his buddies while they were drinking. Feeling guilty God transmigrated Jason into 8 year old half Human Devi hybrid Bellamey Belthazar in the High School DxD world. The Belthazar family was a healing clan and had no attacking power. Jason now Bellamey became a sitting duck waiting to be attack by a deadly spear of light. Well God'd friend Yama felt bad for Bellamey and he gave him powers to defend himself specificaly the powers of Trafalgar Law.  With his new powers Bellamey will become the new  Surgeon of Death . Devil, Angel and Dragons alike will know that you don't mess with your doctor

The group arrives at the shopping center without delay.  They were dropped off right at the front of the mall.  First, the Secret Service came out and stood guard by the car, waiting for the sibling to come out.  The driver who's also a secret service came out and opened Daniel's door first, he then runs towards Alexa's side, opened the door and waited for her to come out.


Alexa's eyes were wide in shock from what she's experiencing.  Never in her entire life would she dare dream of being treated like a princess, but then...


"Ouch!!!"

Alexa was about to get out when Daniel stopped her by pinching her arms.  "Wait, let the Secret Service be prepared before coming out.  And also, here...!"  He hands Alexa the iPhone that President Grant gave him before he left the Oval Office.


"What is this?  N-no-no!  I don't need your phone, and I don't need to make a call."  Alexa refuses to accept it, thinking it's Daniel's phone and was letting her use it to make a phone call.  She was pushing it back as hard as she could.  "By the way, why did you pinch me?  That hurts. You know!"  Alexa complaint almost in tears from the pain.


"Hahaha!  I was not asking you to make a call. I'm giving this to you as a welcoming git.  How's that?" Daniel was trying to hand it over to her once more, and he made it sound like it's nothing but a welcoming gift.


"It's a welcoming gift?  How do you know that I would be needed a phone?  Did Mr. President give this to you before we left the White House?"  Alexa was hesitating and wanting to accept at the same time, the latter won.  She received the iPhone and put it inside her purse.  

"Thank you!  I will accept it for now, but I would return it to you when I leave.  Is that acceptable to you?  If not, then I couldn't accept it."  She told Daniel as she looks at him straight face tear of gratitude about to fall on her face.


Daniel gave her a brotherly hug first before he ushered her out of the car.  "Let's go shopping until we drop! Hahaha!"  


As the sibling got out of the car, many passersby couldn't help themselves from looking and be curious as to they are?  Since Daniel was not one of those people who like the limelight, he doesn't have much exposure in the media.  Therefore, people, in general, would not know him if they see him in person.


Alexa, on the other hand, is an eye catcher,  She's half American and half Filipino, and she has the looks of a young beauty queen.  Good thing that she wore simple blue jeans, long sleeve shirt inside a windbreaker and a hat which covers her long brownish hair.  From afar, you could even mistake her for a young boy, with a pretty face.


Passerby and onlookers thought that Alexa is an Asian idol, while Daniel must be her Manager and the other's were bodyguards.  Therefore, they were able to go to the mall without being bothered by people.  They made ways when the bodyguard was blocking the roads.


Once they were inside the mall, the rest of the Secret Service besides Lucas, Logan, and Ria were more than Twenty feet behind them.    The trio followed the siblings from store to store, without purchasing a thing.  After what it seems to be a million stores, Alexa finally found what she's looking for, souvenir shops.  

The excitement on her face was priceless. Daniel couldn't help himself but be excited as well. Alexa was like a child in a store full of sweets, and she wants to try it all.  She grabs one item to another and each one she would check the price tag first then put it back down with a downcast look on her beautiful face.


"What's wrong?  Couldn't you find anything you like?  It's alright, and we could go to another store, I'm sure you will find one sooner or later."  Daniel was trying to coax Alexa and hoping to see her smile and get excited like before.


"I'm sorry!  Am I making a nuisance of myself?  Is not that I didn't find anything I like. It is just that..."  Alexa couldn't tell her older brother that she couldn't afford the price of any of the item she likes.  She only has so much amount of money with her, and she doesn't feel right to ask him to buy it for her.


"Let me guess, it's too expensive, and you don' have enough money to pay for it?  Am I right?"  Daniel asked Alexa a little irritably.


Alexa couldn't look at her brother in the eye, and she just stood there kicking an imaginary ball with her right foot while looking elsewhere embarrassed.


Daniel pulled his younger sister in an embrace and whispered to her.  "Little Sis.  If there's anything in this store you like, get it.  I invited you to go shopping, and it means I'm buying.  Whatever the cost, don't worry, alright!  If I can't afford it, I'm sure Dads name is good enough to get a credit.  Hahaha!"


Alexa felt a lot better after hearing that, and she breathes a sigh of relief, knowing she could get a souvenir for everyone she wants.  


"Let's to it, then!"  She happily got out from Daniels embrace and started picking things for all of her friends and family back in the Philippines.  "Might as wells get something out of this situation, if for some reason, it turned out that I'm not the First Daughter, then I would have all this as souvenirs."  She jokingly told her older brother who's face suddenly turns sour.


"Alexa Grant!  Don't even joke in that manner.  If you ever say that out loud ever again, let see what happen to you.  Hmpt!"  Daniel's a little upset after hearing Alexa's words.  


He doesn't even want to think that there are point zero-zero-zero chances that they might not be blood-related.  Deep inside of him, he could feel it in his heart that Alexa is his little sister no matter what everyone else says.  As his father said, DNA or not, Alexa is for keeps...  She's the First Daughter of the First Family of United States of America, whether they like it or not!

Nineteen years old Alexa Grant grew up in a poverty-stricken life.   As long as she could remember, she was always at the end of the rope, fighting for her survival.

There was not a day goes by that she didn't pray to the good Lord to grant her wish...  A better life, nothing more... 

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she works herself, it seems that God had forgotten her.  While all the other children have a family to call, she, on the other hand, was an orphan.

***
One fine day, God listened to her wish, Hold and behold; 

Her biological father is the current President of the United States Of America...

Alexa was astounded when she was asked to move in at the White House...  Thus, her new life begins...

****

She would meet not only one but three princes in her new life.  

The President's daughter will have a Royal Whirlwind Romance...

Come and join me and see how Alexa would handle her whirlwind romances with the Royal Princes...

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Books that are written by me:

I Accidentally Married A CEO 

The Billionaire's Contracted Wife

Silje saw the familiar face. With platinum blond hair and clear violet eyes, it was Brigit who looked arrogant as she was surrounded by a couple of guys.
Irina murmured, "She is alone today."
Silje knew what she meant.
Brigit wasn't with Kail the devil today.
When Brigit saw Silje, she giggled with her friends and glared at her with disgust.
Irina said to Silje, "She is going out with Kail."
"Kail?"
"Yup. Only someone like Brigit could date a prince like Kail I guess."
Irina seemed to think Brigit and Kail were people of a higher level.
"All the guys treat Brigit like a goddess. She can be too much, so only someone like Kail could probably control her. Kail is…"
Thinking about the cruel king, Irina burst into laughter. Like all the other girls in the school, she looked at him with a strange mixture of fear and adoration.
"He is scary, but so hot. He has never dated anyone, probably because no one at school is good enough for him. All the girls are in love with him, but he has never shown any interest in any of them. I heard that he hangs out with Brigit only because she insists on following him around."
Silje looked down at her wrist. As if it knew who they were talking about, her wrist started to throb. Silje wondered how Irina would react if she knew Kail was the one who sliced her with his knife.
Irina continued, "Girls like him even more probably because he is the only son of Rolf Jorgen Bruntland. Do you know how much money the Bruntland Group makes? I saw in the newspaper that the group invested in Russia recently and made a profit of over a billion dollars. Do you now understand why Kail is treated like a god at this school?"
Irina suddenly turned to Silje, who remained quiet, and asked, "You aren't interested in the kids at school, are you? You aren't saying much."
"No, it's not that. It's just been a very long time since I talked to someone like this, Irina."
Silje thought secretly, 'It's not that I don't like you, Irina. I AM lonely. Kids treat me like the plague, so of course I feel hurt. I just don't know what to say because it has been so long since someone has talked to me nicely at school.'
 
That day, Silje and Irina talked for a long time, even on the school bus. Irina had a Starbucks coffee cup in her hand, and she talked with Silje smartly. Sometimes she looked astute, while other times, she talked with an innocent face. Silje thought that she would remember this conversation for a very long time.
"I failed English and grammar."
"I failed geometry."
At Silje's confession, Irina smiled brightly. She took a sip of her Starbucks coffee and asked Silje, "Why do you think the kids are bullying you at school?"
At such a blunt question, Silje blinked and stared at the girl. Irina also remained quiet and waited for an answer. When she looked up and down at her, Silje asked in embarrassment, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"How tall are you?"
"I don't know for sure. Probably over 175 cm."
Silje didn't want to talk about herself. She was indeed very tall even among the tallest northern Europeans at school.
Irina replied, "That's amazing. I could see that you were tall, but wow. I'm only 155 cm tall, so you are 20 cm taller than me. Darn, I'm jealous."
"Irina."
Silje called out to her but Irina was deep in her own thoughts.
Finally, after a few seconds, she suggested, "I think I have an idea. You should be a model."
"What?"
Silje was genuinely surprised and looked at Irina who replied with an excited voice.
"It's because you're tall and are just skin and bones. Hasn't anyone else told you this before?"
"Irina, I'm not sure if you are giving me a compliment or making fun of me."
Irina giggled.
"I guess your weakness is your boobs. Are you eating enough? You need to become a cookie and cake lover just like me. Yummy! Eating sweets can make you happy. It will also help grow your boobs."
Irina pouted and pointed at her generous breasts naughtily, making Silje laugh.
She couldn't admit it, but Silje did have an interest in modeling. She often bought fashion magazines. It started when she was younger and had planned to learn Korean from books. She spotted a magazine in a bookstore with an attractive fashion model on the cover, and she impulsively bought it.
The model wore a snow-white fur hat and had a gorgeous smile. She looked like a snow queen and she looked mysterious and dreamy at the same. Silje couldn't help but stare at her and wonder if she would look like the model if she dyed her hair blond. Of course, she did do it and ended up being laughed at by everyone at school.
Since then, Silje never dyed her hair again, but the photo of the beautiful model was forever imprinted in her mind.
When she started to work at Niels' cafeteria, she signed up for a regular subscription to a fashion magazine. However, she didn't tell anyone about it.
Silje's favorite models were Iselin Steiro, who was Norwegian, and Angela Lindvall, who was from America. She especially loved the photo of Angela Lindvall in a Bohemian outfit.
The world of models seemed so exotic and fantastic, different from the regular world. Perhaps that was why Silje loved it. While looking at the magazines, she could escape her unhappy life.
'Maybe someday, if I get a chance… Maybe I will be able to get a beautiful photograph of myself like those models.'
Once, she impulsively thought about applying to a modeling contest she saw in a magazine. Of course, she stopped herself immediately.
Even now, she still purchased fashion magazines regularly. Silje considered telling Irina about it, but decided against it in the end. It wouldn't change anything, and on top of that, Irina didn't seem to be very interested.
Irina asked, "Anyway, have you thought about the reason why the kids are so mean to you?"
Today, Silje had her long luxurious black hair down, and she wore a simple oversized dress with a black fur coat. Ironically, such a thoughtless outfit looked great on Silje. Irina shrugged her shoulders and added, "Look in the mirror, Silje. You are tall and you have beautiful black hair. You are noticeable wherever you go, and that is why kids don't like you. On top of that, you are always alone like a lone wolf."
"I-is that so?"
Irina laughed at Silje's surprised expression and added, "Oh, and do you know what kids call you?"
When Silje shook her head, Irina replied mysteriously, "The Asian Queen. You are always alone, but you look confident. Didn't you know that you had this nickname?"
Silje was incredulous, making Irina laugh again. Silje smiled bitterly.
"Really? Well, I have nothing to say to that."
"Haha, so I hope you continue to fight bravely. Watching you fired up makes me feel proud."
At Irina's excited words, Silje murmured quietly.
"It's not a game, Irina."

A nordic romance that burns up coldly!
"You and I are similar, don't you know? Amidst the foxes, we are two wolves who are bleeding from an injury.

The frozen capital of Norway, Oslo. Silye, an asian who have been discriminated and bullied just because of her race, decides to escape this frozen hell by jumping off the school building but is saved by being caught by the 'Emperor' of the school. This wasn't a good news. This was a nightmare on its own.

#1

Swooshhh

The sharp wings of an airplane landed on the runway of the New Port Airport located in Virginia. A plane flew off going to its destination. The airplane was much faster then the one he arrived in. after it finally landed all of the passengers got off one by one.

"What a nice travel."

He said smiling while looking at the view.
Walking through the sun he slowly walked through the passageway taking his time. One hand was holding his suitcase and he was also wearing a backpack.
He was an Asian man in his mid twenties.

"What are your plans for this visit?"

"Just business."

He answered.

"How long will you be staying for?"

The lady helping him asked.
She continued to ask him various questions until he was finished there.

"Have you received permission from the boss to watch that?"

"Yes."

He replied.

"Mr. Han, come welcome Bonnie."

A lady said and he turned his head. He soon left the airport and went on his way without the big luggage that he had before. It had been awhile since he's been back in the airport.

Whoosh! Click! Whoosh!

Two soldiers then walked by him. They were wearing a power suit and were armed with weapons.

All around them were lots of young kids staring and pointing but the soldiers kept walking without paying attention to anyone else. They were completely focused.

-They're really special aren't they? How can they just walk not thinking of anything else but what they're here for.

-Right. They're completed focused on their duty. They must be fighting monsters somewhere telling by the armor on them. In our country its kind of hard to walk around like that but here its a normal thing.

Answered the spirit. Jaehwang then walked out of the gate without slowing down.
Next to him at the entrance was a Black American female soldier. Telling by her uniform she was of a group of hunters that suffered from neuris due to so many enemy soldiers in the past.

Everyone had a normal wavelength of a human. This wavelength was shared by every person but that clan had to register for one.

He wondered if she knew the basics and could enter the wavelength data. But, she was a hunter after all.

Jaehwang caused trouble in the place and the police caught onto that observing him with the watch drone reading their wavelength energy. They instantly thought of Jaehwang as a criminal and searched up all the information on him that they could. One of the hunters moved over a bit and then Jaehwang face was clearly seen on the panel.

He remained calm.

-Where do we have to be the first one to?

-We have to take a taxi and drive ten bocks!

The spirit answered.

#2

Jaehwang arrived on the Southside of New Port and walked a few more meters. He arrived at a small corner of a remote area and saw a small neat bakery that was empty. After taking the taxi Jaehwang took the bakery as a warning. This place must have been a resting place for the Orkal System. But of course to Jaehwang it was a nice place for a snack.

No one was there so he chose that place.

He walked down a narrow path nearby and the spirit then appeared next to him in human form and shouted,

"Are we here! A candy shop!"

They walked up a flight of stairs and walked into the shop. The owner who was very old smiled at the spirit.

"Welcome to Mama's candy shop. You're so pretty"

The spirit felt as if she was in heaven. Her eyes were sparkling and she had a big smile on her face as she looked around at all the candy. She looked over towards Jaehwang for permission to buy something, or a few things, and of course he couldn't refuse.
He promised her.

He took out his wallet and prepared himself. Before he knew it her hands were already filled with sweets.

-This will do?

-Yes!

The spirit replied enthusiastically with a big smile on her face.
Even Jaehwang smiled as he was happy to see her happy.

After paying for everything they walked out of the shop with the spirit already eating chocolate.

"Wow…"

Jaehwang said in shock at how much she was eating at a time.

"Where are we going now?"

"One second, I'll check."

She replied putting all the chocolate down for a moment. 

"Let's go. There's a place we have to go that's a few blocks away. We have to meet the leader before it's too late."

"Okay."
She then went back to eating as they walked.
Usually they would be able to get help in meeting with the leader at the airport but he didn't want to schedule a meeting with anyone.

"Is it good?"

"Of course. Do you wanna try some?"

"I'm fine."

Jaehwang answered nodding his head. He planned to eat when they reached a destination they could rest in.

He then looked back and saw someone. They were wearing an entirely blue outfit and was noticeably full of muscle. He didn't seem so happy when he noticed Jaehwang.

Suddenly he began to walk faster.

"Freeze!"

"..."

Maybe he saw Jaehwang's high quality suit and thought he had a chance to steal it. They had been getting weird stares since they showed up there but they didn't think that they wanted to fight him or anything.

He looked over at the spirit who had bloodshot eyes due to all the chocolate.

"This guy!"

Suddenly two guys were then coming at him and they both looked very angry. Luckily they didn't seem to have any weapons on them.

However, they were currently in a dangerous place at the time so there was no way they were up to any good.

One the the guys then looked at all the snacks in the spirit's hand.

"Ohh…"

All the chocolate and snacks then fell out of her arms and she became completely stiff.
She felt as if she couldn't move at all.

After the chocolate fell on the floor making a mess but, to the spirit who wasn't feeling so good at the moment, thought it was a crowd of dead Oaks.

"Ahh!"

She screamed.
Everyone else was confused as all they saw was fallen chocolate.

"Hey! I said don't move!"

"This idiot. What is he trying to do."

Jaehwang said through his headset but the spirit wasn't even paying attention.

Or maybe she heard him and just ignored it because she was only focused on one thing.

...Pong!

One of the guys walked up to them and the spirit instantly punched him.

The other guy them began to step back.

"It's a hunter!"

Suddenly dozens of people begin to rush out of hiding spots from every direction seeming to be working together with the other two guys. The worst part was they seemed to have recognized him from the internet and all the news articles.

"It's that guy!"

But, the biggest problem Jaehwang was worried about was the spirit. However, she seemed ready to fight.

Pong pong pong! Pong! Pong!

"Ahhhh! She's a monster! Shoot!"

One of them shouted about the spirit. Their fighting back was no use, she was much stronger and faster. Suddenly they all heard a siren and a blaring blue light show up. Something that looked like an arrow then shot from a black and white drone.

In that moment the difficulty of things increased.



The Spirit's Rage, The end.

Have you been targeted?
Maybe, since you've been in his range all along.
What else can you do but prepare yourself to be killed?

Sylvia. Such an odd name now that I think about it. It's been a long time. Do you like alcohol? I never knew you that well is that the reason why you kept so many secrets and waited patiently to tell me later. You've never told me, so why don't I tell you mine first.

I remember when I was just such a small chap. Weak, Gullible and welcomed into a world of peace, Earth. I had the best parents they had a really nice ring to it, Mama Maria and Papa Joe. I thought I must have been a genius by being able to make such a simplified and casual name for them. When I thought I was a genius, I was right.

 I could read, write and walk by the age of 2 and by the age of 3 I was already bilingual and mastered a second language. By the age of 4 I had mastered multiple languages with every other common subject such as Math, English and Science was already developed to at least a high-schooler level. It must of been this reincarnation maturity but why didn't I have any past memories.

I was drunk with success and happiness however I discarded it all to play with my father and obediently learn from my mum. Papa Joe was amazing he would always bring me candy, mainly Konpeito and lollipops. 

Sylvia you must of questioned why I couldn't survive a day without at least 5 lollipops and I guess this was the reason. Mama Maria was an accountant. Ye know the really smart people who can calculate finance. Yeah that was her. 

I'm amazed myself that Papa Joe could charm Mama Maria. Mum was strict but it was mainly to give good habits and learn how to be a good husband. She would always joke that the brains came from her. Papa Joe was a white collared worker, a salary man.

I had to go to school because of the law but I later learned with enough power anything could work but that's another story. I would always hear loud screams in the room over and curiosity took the best of me and I saw them yelling at each other. 

I knew it was me especially with school being fairly expensive and the time it took before Mum could find a job due to taking a maternity leave. They would always exclaim "everything's alright" while they handed me a lollipop. 

I thought I could easily take a job to repay their kindness but nobody wanted a child to do labor for them especially with the law being strict on the age of workers. I also thought I could just wait. I know. That was the stupidest thought I had at the time. Sylvia you better not be laughing now. 

They would always be busy with work so I had to visit Papa Joe's friend, Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike was extremely grizzly with the physique similar to a bear and I later learnt he was an investigator. I know right what a waste of inherent strength. Truly a shame isn't Sylvia. Anyway from now on I had to go to Uncle Mike's house after school rather than my normal house. This happened more frequently that I would have to stay in their house very often. It was very odd as Uncle Mike and his wife, Aunty Sophia treated me very kindly as if I were there son.

 It was never boring as they had a single child. He was pretty chill and loved caps. You can't say much Sylvia, everyone has their own hobbies. 

He was extremely adventurous, always on a tree whenever I take my eyes away for just a second. That might as well be a hidden bloodline am I right. He was shy though, always avoiding me when taking a bath. We could've saved so much water though. 

I remembered the incident so vividly. School just finished and I wanted to surprise my parents with some food for once since it was my dad's birthday at the time. I prepared to make a cake and I remembered what type of cake it was, a velvet cake. 

I made it home and all I heard was sirens rushing in the background I didn't care for much because I just finished icing the cake. It was glamorous, you got to know Sylvia I was quite a chef even then. Uncle Mike broke open the door, startled I dropped the plate and the cake was ruined. A waste am I right. 

"You'll be living with us" Uncle Mike grumbled as he hugged me. At the time I was always wondering why his head was down and he mumbled about those very important words but they were answered within a week. 

There I saw a coffin with two dead, cold corpses. Sylvia lets play identify the corpse. can you guess who they were? That's right they were my parents. Yep, I saw the body of both Mama Maria and Papa Joe. Gone just like that.

I never knew that ignorance was such a bliss. I didn't cry. I accepted what happened and just watched. I watched the undertaker bury my parents. I watched my parents get buried. I learnt it was just because a chunk of metal crashed into them. Mortals are so weak. I taught myself at the time to just continue. It was a game. I was a pawn. Moving slowly along the battlefield just with a change of environment.

I calmed myself with sweets. I'm smart right Sylvia? Of course I am. I hated my life I was powerless. School was worse. Those kids thought they were so great. A kid who just learned taekwondo was the most obnoxious. Showed off his limited knowledge of the art and proceeded to take it out on me. 

Man kids are ruthless, I realized both my parents are gone and this random kid started to beat me. Aaaahh - I wish I could've been as ruthless like him at that age. At least you wouldn't be this pitiable Sylvia. Hey, you better not be laughing. 

With that one incident I just suddenly felt this great hatred for Koreans. Pretty racist right. Exactly the reason why I agree their music and dramas are pretty enjoyable. Just my experience with them wasn't the greatest but still, great respect to them. I realized I could have just skipped a grade and that way I could've skipped school but what a shame. 

I heard a whisper "It's your fault". The timing was pretty late. The Red Clown you had some poor timing skills. With your poor timing skills i'm surprised you managed to pull it off. What do you mean I have poor timing skills... just because I am you and you are me... okay your right that wasn't a valid reason. Just let me carry on with my story. If you are me then respect my master. Finally some silence i'll introduce you later.

I did managed to live and hit the age of 7 but guess what, another damn car. Aunty Sophia always told me it wasn't my fault and that Uncle Mike was dumb for choosing such a dangerous job. But I knew it was my fault. What are the chances of a highly skilled professional being so weak and surprised by such an everyday anomaly. It was my fault. He was fine indeed but what about next time. I heard the whisper once again "It was your fault", you had some great timing at that moment.

I think you know this part pretty well Sylvia, aye. With what I thought to be a pretty dark moment you came out of nowhere. You had such a lame explanation "I'm a dead spirit but for some reason I was able to communicate with you maybe due to our spiritual levels" only that would have scammed a child. And that's why it worked. I utterly believed you. I pledged my loyalty to you along with my trust. 

I heard a voice again "You're a sinful Brat" "It's your fault" "Your the source of the problem". The Red Clown, I have to say that you managed to put in some good timing. With this sudden push of motivation I ran away. I ran away from my troubles and ran away as a way to say that you'll feel no more pain. I wonder how my friend was feeling during that time. I booked a plane to a foreign undeveloped Asian area. Before I left I wrote a note. Wait let me write it out for you.

"Dear Uncle Mike

Are you feeling better? Hopefully so. I'm going on a trip to Asia in order to better my skills and improve myself in the words of my mum 'become a better husband'. Please do not chase after me as this will be a waste of money and you'll probably be too late. Don't worry i'll write letters to you. Possibly once a week or a month but I wouldn't know. You can only wish luck to the postal system. I wish you to at least write back to me and please apologize to your son (hehe. sorry I forgot his name). 

Sincerely Kaito Jiao"

Shouldn't have put a last name as that thing should be long gone but I used "Jiao". I remember Aunty Sophia later stating "he laughed so loud. He said 'When did I have a son and you even forgot my child's name'".

The protagonist, Kaito discards his last name to embrace a new life and rid of the misfortune he has cause. 4 unfortunate deaths surround him just for living. With the whisper of a clown and the teachings of his master this could have been avoided, so why did you kept quiet?

With the death of his master he rejects his humanity with the alluring voice of the Pierrot "Receive power at the cost of mortality" "is it your humanity that refuses to accept?" "Take it". The laughter of insanity, chuckle of madness and the echo of a lunatic. 

Watch as he dons a mask to hide his emotions only to eventually shed the false veil of cruelty. Witness his acceptance of the truth.

Note: Hiatus. Mainly because there isn't any readers so see ya for a year?

The world was a modern, post-industrial era. Only the emergence of information. The spirit of rivalry, two world empires, was in the air. Two parts of one whole, Yin - Capitalism, and Yang - socialism.
The world was sometimes on the brink of war, due to the clash of strategic interests of the two empires. But the world managed to avoid a third world nuclear war. However, that tension was in the societies of the two countries.

In the Second Empire, where the young Gourmet ShirAli lived, information from outside was very limited, even the submission of books by world classics of literature passed an ideological filter. Sometimes, ideologists contributed to some of the works, somewhat altering the very essence of the novel or story.

The world was divided into good - the Second Empire and evil - Imperialist capitalism. Every day in kindergartens, schools, universities, they spent "five minutes" with the propaganda of "Political Information", where they talked about events in the world. Freedom Angela Davis! We are against war, peace is peace!

Everyday life was different. Those who had "opportunities" lived better, they could buy foreign brands. While an ordinary person could not buy, but could "get it" by paying a "cap" in the amount of 30 percent of the real value to the seller of the store.

Ordinary people who were not cunning, quirky and followed what was considered to be correct on a formal level, wore normal clothes for everyone. She was not very comfortable, she was not very beautiful, but clothes could be worn for decades. Nobody really followed the fashion. She changed every 10 years. But fashion was condemned by the old generation. They were retrograde.

Those who could catch, they dressed, lived very well, it was domestic corruption. He gave one, another gave, the third. Therefore, society rotted from the tail. They wanted to live better, but they were not allowed to.

The imperial titular nation, at times in domestic conversations, showed its superiority, calling the inhabitants of the colonies either "natives" or "foreigners", allowing themselves xenophobic statements.

The imperial currency was paper and monetary. Banknotes had the dignity of 200 tugriks, 100 tugriks, 50 tugriks, 25 tugriks, 10 tugriks, 5 tugriks, 3 tugriks, 1 tugrik. 1 tugrik in those days (the 80s) was equal to 2 US dollars. The coins were in denominations of 1 tugrik, 50 cents, 20 cents, 15 cents, 10 cents, 5 cents, 3 cents, 2 cents, 1 cent. They were made of nickel alloy and copper - aluminum. But there were coins - gold, platinum, silver. These were numismatic coins with a face value of 10,000 Tugriks, 3,000 Tugriks, 1000 Tugriks, 100 Tugriks, 50 Tugriks, 1 Tugrik. Each coin was really worth more than its face value. But such circulations were small in 1000 pieces. Usually, they were presented to foreigners from the socialist camp.

Merchants wanted to live better and most importantly could. They hid part of the goods under the counter, then sold them to the right people (warehouse managers, directors of holiday homes, heads of city garages, heads of clothing stores, food stores, etc.). For a small "hat" that is 30 percent of the total price.

 Therefore, they had "left" earnings, not counted the money. They either converted them into US dollars, which was prosecuted by law or exchanged speculators on the black market for gold coins of the first empire - 5.10 and 7.5 tugriks. The first coin contained 7 grams of pure gold 999, in the second 9.8 grams of gold, in the third 12.8 grams of pure gold, the same sample. Each coin had its own price. 5 tugriks cost 260 US dollars, 10 tugriks cost 380 US dollars, and more rare 7.5 tugriks cost 490-530 US dollars.

Merchants hid their illegal income in the form of gold coins at home, in secret places, in the form of knives for chairs, legs of tables, in chests of drawers, in desks. Under the windows, under the floor, in the ducts, in the shafts, where the pipes of hot and cold water were located.

On average, a merchant, from a bazaar, or a shop assistant had a stash of $ 350,000. Sometimes they died and no one knew that the simple, poor seller of a small grocery store was a golden millionaire. The kids sold their property in the market, without bothering to look carefully at everything. At times, traders hid government bonds, paper tugriks, and even US dollars in hollow tubes of bicycles.

They also robbed and tricked buyers. In the market, simply weighed buyers by 100-200 grams, putting spoiled goods, bones were put in the meat instead of pulp. So they managed with one purchase - to steal 90 cents and sometimes a couple of dollars in terms of imperial currency.
Despite the seeming equality and the same standard of living - the middle class, there was still an elected caste, politicians, employees of the safety management department, and merchants who lived better.

Those who had a high social status in society received the best opportunities to get settled in life. A social elevator was opened for them, they received special rations, which included Western canned food, sweets, quality meat, sausages, sausages, cheese, pastille, marshmallows, Viennese waffles.

In fact, the elite lived a different life than ordinary people. The elite went to theaters, ballet, museums, could speak foreign languages, while ordinary people rejoiced in fishing trips, drinking beer with friends, engaging in a garden, selling vegetables and fruits at the speculative price, and preparing canned food for the winter.

In Small-An, before that, it was forbidden to drink alcohol and smoke, but from the moment of colonization, traditions, old and young, partly drank about 70 percent of alcohol, cursed with strong words of a mat, did not celebrate traditional holidays. Were atheists.

The empire is gone, and new traditions remain ... there are fewer drinkers, conditionally 40 percent, but they were. However, it will be later, in the late 80s of the 20th century.

There were some factories that made - good quality products and there were special lines for manufacturing the highest class products for the elite.

Workers stole products and carried them out of the factory, giving a third of the loot to the guards, who turned a blind eye to this. Such was the world order in the second empire, everyone was robbing each other in fact, they were giving bribery, and formally they were the best people.

There were those who did not follow the unwritten rules, lived honestly, were law-abiding, trusted the state, but such people were looked upon by successful people as white crows. Nevertheless, they could live. Since formally it was encouraged, but in fact, everyone could improve their life, as their conscience allowed. All this was naturally done in secret, no one could advertise their wealth. In the second empire, luxury, wealth was condemned and sometimes punished, even to the point of execution. Therefore, a black market appeared, hidden millionaires appeared.

Small-An, meanwhile, was a showcase of the success of the socialist lifestyle that the second empire demonstrated. Therefore, the second empire invested a lot of resources in advertising, marketing, and promotion of its goods. The second empire then competed with China for the involvement of Asian countries in its alliance. But if in China there really was socialism, then in the second empire reigned an internal factional struggle in the political elite. 

Two large groups of "business executives" who wanted to increase the level of well-being of the population, increase economic power, and establish good neighborly relations. The second "Fighters", they were for the purges, for building up the arms race, for seizing the territories of neighboring countries.

There was a quiet struggle within the elite, about which the common people knew nothing. "Fighters" bribed supporters of "Business executives", "Business executives" tried to fight, intelligence for intelligence.

But they were betrayed, the "fighters" won. And then, they destroyed the fraction of "Business executives." They betrayed the idea of ​​communism and themselves became capitalists, having destroyed the second empire from the inside.

It was at this point in the confrontation between the two groups that the father, our gourmet, analyst-strategist, colonel of the analytical department of the Center for Strategic Studies under the planning department of the second empire, the Ministry of State Security, got into it. He was just a researcher, not a member of any groups. Himself from the capital's clan, his uncle Firuz Mirzo, nicknamed the Sage, was a lieutenant general of the secret police. 

His clan had Arab roots, his ancestors came to Small-An in the 8th century AD. The family included merchants, artisans, merchants, farmers, scientists, since the 17th century - secret police officers.

At the same time, the new generation did not choose the path of secret police personnel officers or the safety management department. Everyone went the other way, some became scientists, others were builders, still, others were agronomists, farmers, and a chef.

However, the wife of MirAli, the father of ShirAli, was from a tough political clan, although Barnokhanum herself graduated from the university with a degree in automated control systems. She was not a personnel employee of the department, she worked in a computer center. As a civilian specialist. After the birth of her second son SamirAli, she retired ahead of schedule.

But it so happened that the genus Barnokhanum belonged to the "Business executives" faction. She didn't even know about it since in the family circle no one had ever talked about this. She did not know that the family of his father, sisters and brothers had long been under surveillance, a group of "fighters". The bodyguards of her kind, personal doctors, all were already on the side of the "Fighters". They guarded the family and watched it at the same time.

A gourmet novel that tasted great, he learned imperial cuisine and the ordinary cuisine of a nomad and an outcast. He managed to use his talent to withstand the difficulties of the path, to find his path of enlightenment and will strive for success. On his path of life, there have been ups and downs. He was able to understand the essence of the world.
Once, an entertaining story happened to him, since then, he got the opportunity to travel back to the past and learn the now-forgotten recipes.

The main character is called ShirAli.
This is a spin-off, the novel is associated with other works, where the main character is his cousin Dara. In total, there are 4 other novels.

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The first two weeks - two chapters on the day of the update, and after the update every 2 days for 1 chapter. 3-4 chapters per week.

Around a 300-chapter novel is 250,000 words.

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