Cinta Cahya belum tersampai dengan Pria yang dicintainya. Debut Perang Chef mendapatkan cinta Hady. Dapatkah Cahya memacari Hady di Universitas? Cerita lengkap ada di sini.

In this exactly this moment Fred and George entered the kitchen from the garden.

They the first thing they saw was a Ginny with a beet-red face, who tried her best to vanish into thin air. Next to her sat Ron, giggling and barely containing his laughter. And last but not least, Charlie. He rested his head on his hands while massaging his temples. He showed clear signs of frustration, resignation, and defeat. Molly Weasley was making the last dinner preparations and smiling about the friendly bickering on the table.

Fred and George, though surprised about the situation, couldn't help but comment.

"What happened here?" asked Fred, and George continued, "Did Percy brag ag-..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because they finally noticed Avior sitting opposite to Charlie. The twins immediately lost their playful smirks and froze on the spot. For a few seconds, they just stood there, mouths open, and gawking at him. 

Molly just finished dinner and told them, "Fred, George, don't stand in the way. Go wash your hands and sit down."

The appalled twins ignored her though and instead shouted simultaneously, "What is HE doing here?"

Avior greeted them with a friendly smile. "Hi there. I'm also happy to see you."

Molly was the one to answer the question.

"He is Charlie's friend and as such, we invited him to visit. He will stay with us for the rest of the holidays."

"WHAT?! No! That can't be true!" cried George.

"Please, you can't do this to us!" begged Fred.

Molly knit her brows and looked at them sternly. She didn't even need to say anything, because the moment she opened her mouth, Fred and George already scrambled out of the kitchen to wash their hands, leaving only a short, "Alright, alright" behind.

Suddenly they heard Arthur Weasley asking, "What was that about?"

Due to the commotion caused by Fred and George no-one had noticed him entering the kitchen.

"I would also like to know the answer to that question," added Molly.

The Weasley parents looked at Avior and Charlie, expecting an answer. Charlie smiled slyly and explained the whole situation.

"Well, they are a bit afraid of my dear friend here. You see, last year, when the school year had only just started, they thought it would be a good idea to introduce themselves to my friends at school."

He stopped midway because he couldn't help but snicker a bit. Molly and Arthur wore already worried expressions on their faces. They knew what the twins understood under an introduction. They had received multiple letters from Hogwarts last year because of those two.

"So they pranked my fellow Gryffindors in their typical manner, as you probably already know, but they decided that they had to come up with something special for my friend in green here. With this thought in mind, they got themselves a few joke bombs from the upperclassmen put them into snowballs and set an ambush."

He had to pause again to pull himself together. He nearly broke into hysterical laughter. By now Ron and Ginny were also listening attentively. Avior also started to display his wolfish smile.

"So let's just say, it didn't go well for them. Avior here not only used their own bombs against them, but he also practiced his spellcasting on them. He was pretty ruthless and in the end, they even had to be treated by Madam Pomfrey. On the way there they caused quite the commotion because some students thought they were some kind of magical beasts that had sneaked into the school. Since then they avoid him like the plague."

"Stop it." Interrupted Avior. "You're making it sound like I am some kind of monster. I only used some harmless jinxes. Making them sing and dance uncontrollably, boils, growing teeth, monkey tails and donkey ears. You know nothing serious. I heard they had the most problems with the effect of the bombs because those two didn't use them correctly or something like that."

Charlie shrugged his complaints off. "Either way, they don't dare to cause any trouble when you are around."

After hearing the full story Molly and Arthur looked at Avior with conflicting feelings. They were glad and impressed he could control the twins, but they were less happy about his methods. Ron and Ginny, in contrast, were full of veneration, since not even their mother could completely reign in Fred and George.

They suddenly heard steps outside and a moment later they could hear Percy asking, "Fred, George, what are you two doing lurking in the corner? Mother called us for dinner."

With a red face, the twins entered the kitchen. It was apparent, that they had eavesdropped on the conversation.

Molly, in order to not embarrass them any further, quickly changed the topic and served dinner.

The next few days went by without anything major happening. Until...

On Saturday, Fred and George had tinkered with one of their old brooms. It appeared they overheard older students talking about broom tuning or something and thought it would be a good idea to try it themselves.

The upshot was that Ginny ended up using that broom, which of course got out of control.

The broom carried her higher and higher until he hovered around twenty-five meters above the ground.

Fred and George were panicking and trying to come up with a solution, while Ron was just panicking. Avior was just walking in the garden to figure out what all the noise was about as Ginny finally lost her grip and fell.

Without thinking he immediately dashed towards her and jumped to catch her in midair. He caught her in his arms, but when calculating the force used for his jump, he misjudged his own momentum. He flew over the hedge but got caught on the top. As a result, Avior lost his balance and fell uncontrollably. He barely managed to press Ginny on his chest to shield her from the impact.

Avior landed rather ungracefully and hit his head on a stone sticking out of the ground. He rolled a few meters and tried his best to keep Ginny safe. In the end, he came to a halt laying on his back with Ginny on his chest. His whole body hurt like hell. Thankfully, his wounds heal really quickly and the pain would soon subside. And so, for a moment, he just laid there and waited for his body to heal.

"Are you ok?" he asked while trying to sound casual.

She just looked at him in shock with a pale face.

"Don't worry, everything's fine now. Ok, let me take a look." He stood up and help Ginny on her feet. Her legs gave way under her, so he had to hold her up to search for any wounds. Seeing that she was fine aside from a mild shock, he relaxed. And since she was still not in the condition to walk, he princess-carried her back into the garden.

A young man from a powerful family dies as a result of internal power struggles. After death, he is chosen to travel the multiverse, where the stories of the modern culture all take place in their own world.

Follow our protagonist on his adventures through across different worlds, some well-known, others completely new (maybe, not sure yet).

His goal: to live his life as he wants, gather wealth and beauties, see wondrous places and write the story of his life as he sees fit.

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Mandatory Disclaimer: 

1. English is not my first language, though it should be understandable.
2. This is my first novel, so I have limited writing experience and little understanding of proper editing.
3. I came up with the idea for this novel while reading and have no real clue where I am going with this, as of this writing. So please excuse possible inconsistencies or retcons.
4. I'll try to regularly upload. But as a student, if I need to save time somewhere, this novel will be one of the first to suffer, I am afraid.

A rattan broom with a curved handle that's lying against the far walls at the kitchen catches my eye and I clench my jaw with determination. Yes, a weapon. I take a couple of tentative steps over the edges of Hatsuga's and Keiko's futon, towards the kitchen. Towards the broom. I take it firmly in my hands, preparing myself for the worst.


I take a deep breath, broom upright between my fists as I slowly shuffle my way towards the door. One step. Two. There's a tiny opening between the doors that I can see outside from. Holding the air in my chest as steady as I could, I stop right at the genkan and press one of my eyes closer in between the small crack between the shoji doors to take a better look, steadying my body with both of my hands so none of my movements make extra noise.



The cold autumn wind cuts right across my face. All I see is the starry night sky and the normal scenery that I usually see at the front of my house, a dirt path, a wooden fence. A sakura tree that Father has planted outside so that he can enjoy his yearly spring tradition of viewing and admiring the blossoming flowers. 



And- Wait! A sharp smell enters my nostrils. It's a putrid kind of smell, the kind that just goes up into your nose and makes it burn inside. The same scent that I clearly remember smelling when I pass the local izakaya in the evening. Yuck. I cup the front of my nose and my mouth or else I'd just gag and throw up. Possibly alerting whoever it is outside to break into the house and look for the source of the noise.



It's strong. Super strong. And super disgusting. Did I say that already? Right.



It seems that it's coming from even lower than I expected, almost like if- I let my eyes drop slightly, down the pathway and even further down to the engawa. I spot familiar dark-reddish hair and a small gourd container just laying there by his limp arm. He's sprawled himself over the engawa, one hand reaching out towards the gourd. His finger tips barely touching the cork.



It's not... It's not a bandit.



It's Father. Smelling of something strong. Passed out. Flushed face. He must be drunk. Where did he get the money to drink?



I've witnessed a similar thing back in my dream before. Drunken rambling. Things being thrown then breaking and crashing. Unabashed cursing, all sorts of bad things being spat out in streams of mushed up words and slurred murmuring.



And the violence. At the back of my mind, I faintly remember a dark shadow embracing me in their arms as he lashed out at me. Hitting, punching, thrashing. Whimpers that just sounded so tortured, so in pain with each collision of fist against flesh. A warm embrace. Ghost-like whispers of prayer. It's going to be okay. I won't let him hurt you. I won't let him hurt you. 



My body freezing in place. Cold. Cold running through my body, my arms, my legs. I can't breathe. No air. No-



An unconscious shudder runs down my body. These memories aren't mine. I shut my eyes tight, adjusting my grip around the broom handle as hard as I can. A deep breath. In. Out. It's not real. Not real. Father wouldn't do that, at least he wouldn't hit Mother like that. They both love each other very much. You don't hit the people you love.



Another deep breath. It takes me a while before I can finally calm myself down enough to put the broom down somewhere it won't fall down and make a big noise. And wake my family up. Sleep is important. We can't do our jobs properly without enough sleep.



First, to deal with Father's sleeping body. A futon. I slowly creep to the futon closet and slide it open, looking within for a spare blanket or something I could use to cover him up so that he won't catch a cold. I'm not strong or big enough to drag him into the house without making a ton of noise so, I'll have to think about other ways. 



Ah. Father's blanket. I try my best to pull at the edges. I'm not that tall so I can't really reach the very top unless I stand on my tippy-toes. Even then I can only reach the very edge of the thick folds. It doesn't budge. I clench my fists and stretch as far as I can and pull again. Something heavy fwumps on me and I tumble to the tatami floor.



Nobody stirs from their sleep, even after the loud sound the futon and the blanket made.



Good.



I peel the layers off me and drag it towards my Father's prone body. It's really heavy in my small arms, the weight of both the futon and the blanket is almost suffocating. A small child carrying a disproportionately large bundle and waddling his way towards anywhere would be a sight to see for sure. I clench my teeth and do my best.



I didn't get very far. Halfway through (that's like about five steps) I end up dropping the bundle on the ground and dragging it to the door. I slide the door open carefully. Father's arm, which was laying against it flops on the floor, making me jump. Eyes darting towards Mother and my siblings. Phew, okay. Still asleep.



"Goddamn them dogs of Konoha," Father slurs his words, the hand that isn't near the gourd reaches out behind his neck to give it a quick scratch. His hair falling over his face. I still, eyes trained on him, "They can't- They can't take, " He makes a sound like those pigs that Hisao's family keeps, "Can't take my other two boys away from me." He curls his fingers into a fist and slams it onto the wood of the engawa. The sound of flesh hitting wood is muted from the blanket that I throw over him as soon as he lifts his arm.



Don't make so much noise, Father. Please!



"Always. Always. Wars. Left and right. Bloody wars," Father's voice is rough and bitter at this point but it's muffled by the weight of the blanket, "How many public enlistments must we go through before- Before they'd be satisfied? Taking my boys. Taking my crops. How long until they start taking my girls too?"



I still again. But Father, girls can be shinobi too. Why- Why are you angry? Isn't good to serve your country? They're heroes! I swallow those words. Father's drunk. He won't be able to listen to what I'm saying to him. I throw the futon mattress over him. A double covering, in case he becomes sick. I'd prefer to drag him inside where it's warmer but, I'm not big enough. Not strong enough.



"Nngh. When..? When will the wars ever end?" Father chokes a sob from underneath, "When will I see my sons again?"



Maybe Hatsuga could if I woke him up. I glance at my brother's sleeping figure over my shoulder then shaking my head deciding against it.



I turn to look down at Father. He's drinking because he's sad not because he's angry.



My eyebrows knit together. I hope one day Father doesn't have to drink because he's sad anymore. I've never seen him like this before but this doesn't look good. Passing out in front of your own house isn't good either. I try to place Father's arm underneath his face so he'd have a more comfortable way to sleep in. And so he won't have weird red marks on his face when he wakes up.



I spend some time adjusting the blankets so that Father can sleep warmly.



With heavy shoulders, I walk back to my corner of the room and quietly settle back into my futon. Trying my best to fall asleep.

[SI/OC Third Shinobi War]

I thought enlisting to become a Shinobi was a heroic deed. Then I graduated early to be deployed to the front lines. I am sadly and sorely mistaken.

[Full synopsis]
Well fought and well done. All of us fight as one. It took me three years to be able to properly read the faded out kanji of the flimsy poster that I keep in my back pocket. The illustration is colourful, bright reds and yellows. Colours that would definitely catch the attention of a child. The poster was carefully placed along the walls and fences of my village, level with the height of a four year old. I thought enlisting to become a Shinobi was a heroic deed, something I needed to do to save my family from poverty and to serve my country at the cusp of war. Then I graduated early to be deployed to the front lines.

I am sadly and sorely mistaken.

Warnings:
Slow-burn
NO OP-NESS
Romance? What romance? It'll take at least 40 chapters or more before anything romantic happens.
Realistic depictions of War from a child's perspective
Blood and gore
Child Soldiers
PTSD
Realistic character development
Tragedy. A lot of tragedy.

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Fang Shaoan was shocked and didn't say anything for a long time. He only sighed, "we're originally from the same root, why are we so anxious to fight each other? "
After that, no one said anything else. The car was quiet, or rather, it was more of a kind of helplessness and sadness.
Otherwise, why would people say that it was the most ruthless, the royal family.
It was exactly the same for such a big family.
In the rare few days, Fang Shaoan didn't drag Zhuge Wentao to fool around anymore. Tonight, he even sent him home obediently.
The zhuge family had always kept a low profile. Although they occupied the best seats in the wealthy district, there were rarely groups of servants waiting inside.
Zhuge Wentao preferred a quieter environment.
Therefore, when he pushed open the door, the living room was as dark as usual.
His parents were away from home all year round. Most of the time, there was only him and... ...
The sound of porcelain falling to the ground came from the kitchen. There was also the sound of a girl screaming, "AH! "
Zhuge Wentao immediately frowned and walked quickly to the kitchen.
He saw the white porcelain on the ground, and the little girl in pajamas standing next to him had a terrified look on her face.
"stand still. " He only said one sentence, then turned around and took the broom to remove the residue.
The girl in the kitchen was wearing a ginger pajamas with some cartoon patterns on it. Her short hair was just shoulder-length, and her small face was very young and immature. She looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
She stood in the same place obediently and looked at the man who was still working. She asked in a small voice, "brother, where have you been these days? "
Her voice was very soft, like a kitten's meowing. It scratched at the heart of a person, and to a man, it was especially fatal.
Zhuge Wentao's gaze deepened. "I have something to do. "
As he spoke, he had already put down the broom and turned to look at her. "Why are you still awake? Have you finished your homework? "
When she said this, the girl was discouraged and very pessimistic. "I can't finish it... mathematics is really a disaster for me for the rest of my life! "
However, Zhuge Wentao laughed and reached out to rub her head. He said dotingly, "I'll teach you. "
"Yes! " The girl happily rushed over and hugged Zhuge Wentao's arm. Her young face was full of smiles.
Her name was Rosette. She was Zhuge Wentao's younger sister. She was not related by blood at all.
When she was five years old, she was brought home by Mrs. Zhuge. Then, she placed her hand in the twelve-year-old Zhuge Wentao's hand.
When she came, there was nothing but a Rosette picked from the roadside in her hand.
Zhuge Wentao looked at her seriously then took the Rosette from her hand and placed it on her head. He told her that she would be called Rosette from now on.
A girl who was as pure as a flower.
When she was young, she did not think much of it. After she grew up, Rosette constantly reminded herself to be content.
Rosette was already a very nice name. At least back then, Zhuge Wentao did not randomly give her any Zhuge Wentao. She should be burning incense... ...
The brother and sister went upstairs.
On the way, Rosette Hugged Zhuge Wentao's hand and shook it. Her soft chest unconsciously brushed past his strong arm, again and again.
Rosette did not understand, but Zhuge Wentao was already an adult man. To a girl, the softest part... ...
He had a strange expression on his face. He quietly pulled his arm out of her embrace and asked seriously, "which question do you not know? "
"This is a big question! " As she spoke, Rosette took the exercise book and placed it in front of Zhuge Wentao.
Because of her bending over to approach him, a fragrance unique to girls immediately entered Zhuge Wentao's heart and lungs.

After marriage, his little wife openly stared at other men at the ball!
It seems that the family is not strict, directly take home a good education!


Mandy reached home around 9:30pm,she got off, a taxi,then took some money from her purse,and paid the taxi driver her bill, said thank you, when "Mandy " was about to start walking towards the gate, the taxi driver shouted"hey miss, wait for your change!!keep change, replied Mandy, 
  thank you!! ma'am, said the twas, driver and "drove off", she reached the gate and knocked so loud,in a way which made the guard came running to the gate,and asking with a sharp voice,who is there?arrrr.....who is there? it's Mandy she "responded '' I am coming Miss said the guard, but he still peeped on a small hole  to see if it was her,the guard saw  it was Mandy standing by the gate, he swang the gate half way open '' Mandy walked in,the guard greeted Mandy cheerfully, good evening "Miss'' there was no answer from Mandy she just walked passed the guard and went straight to the house,the guard was left astonished"  with a picture Mandy portrayed. She got the spare keys from her purse opened the door went in and slammed the door behind,she sat next  to the door, she started crying, she  cried,and cried she couldn't believe what just happened that evening, she opt for it to be a dream, she thought maybe she will wake up and find herself in bed, but it wasn't," it was real! she stood up, went straight to her room opened the door,walked in and left the door open,"off to the bathroom undressed herself had a cold shower to calm her nerves down,but this didn't help at all, while taking a shower she felt warm tears streaming down her cheeks" a few minutes later she stopped crying finished bathing, got a dry clean towel then dried herself up. She walked to the closet and took out light pink pajamas and wore them,she got some hand cream and applied it on both hands, took a brush and combed her hair loose, she looked in a mirror she got terrified'' to see how swollen her eyes were,she "thought" am I crying over a man?'even if I cry so hard it won't make Holmer change his mind over me, as people say "it's no use crying  over spilt milk" so l have to pull myself together and face the reality.
           When Holmer discovered that  Mandy had left, he rushed to his car and "drove off" speed out of the hotel's main entrance,he was "overwhelmed" with the way Mandy acted,it was  so  terrifying!! he has never seen her upset like that,in five years of courting, she always wanted the best of their relationship. After Mandy finished what she had been doing in her room,she went to the kitchen,put water in an electric kettle switched it on, took two pieces of cooked casava and fried dry groundnuts from the fridge,and warmed them in a microwave,Mandy prepared her supper,,she couldn't eat at the hotel earlier that evening, despite the dish  which was served being her favorite!, Mandy completely failed to push the food down her throat she felt as if something hard was stuck on her throat . As she was pouring hot water from the kettle in her mug, she heard a loud knock on her door, then she asked herself who could that be?' at this hour? it's late, this is 11:00pm, she stopped pouring the water , and went to see who it  was,  at the door, maybe it's the guard he needs something let me check and find out what he needs,before she could open,  Mandy asked three times in a soft voice,who's there? who's there?this is strange who's there uhh.....?there no answer,  before she could open she took her cell phone from her bedroom which was on top of the dressing table she dialed the guard's number there was no answer, this gave her a fright!!! her heart started racing so fast,suddenly she felt sweat dripping down her face,maybe they are  thieves", could it be, they have hit the guard now they are coming for me?she closed her eyes and said in a whisper" oh Lord please help me!!  she had butterflies.... in her stomach"as the knocks became more louder.  she rushed to the kitchen and got a broom,came back twisted a key slowly and soundless, ready to hit whoever it was, knocking at the door,she let go of the broom, in surprise  to see who it was,that late.

Ch.8 - Third Year in Hogwarts
Back in Hogwarts, Alex was reunited with Clay and Katie. They had become his best friends in the school. Since they were now third-year students, they could start to take elective courses in Hogwarts. He decided to take Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes, and Divination.
    Arithmancy was comparable to regular mathematics. It was the study of the magical nature of particular numbers and numerical sequence. An arithmancy calculation was required for the most methodological approach to spell crafting. Alex had decided to master Arithmancy this time since he had barely passed the OWL on the subject in his previous timeline. Clay was with him in the class, since apparently, arithmancy can help in calculating the planting or harvesting time of magical plants. Despite his excitable character, his favourite class in Hogwarts was Herbology with Prof. Sprout.
    In the Study of Ancient Runes, he was with Katie. They both wanted to learn how runes can be incorporated in enchanting and crafting. Even though most enchanting in the modern wizarding world was done with wands, using runes was still a practice that survived among the non-wand wielding sentient magical beings such as the goblins who were not permitted to carry wands.
    As for Divination, it was a very imprecise magical art. However, he also knew that predictions of the future did exist in the wizarding world. Although truly seeing the future requires the very rare gift of a 'Seer', a methodological approach can also be used by anyone with the right knowledge to see projections or certain possibilities of the future, although less precise. However, that could not diminish the importance of divination in the wizarding world. In fact, most of the artefacts that he came across in his previous timeline when he worked as a smuggler had something to do with making predictions of the future.
    One more reason why he wanted to learn Divination was because it was the earliest class that a student could take that had anything to do with ritual magic. It was a branch of magic about which any information was difficult to find, even in the black market. He knew that the Dark Lord was a master of ritual magic. The dark wizard didn't even look like a human. And, ritual magic was the only branch of magic that could possibly explain how he came back to life or how he avoided death.
    Of course, he didn't tell anyone of the reason why he was interested in Divination. To them, he was just a student who decided to study something he was mildly curious about. With the reputation of the current Divination professor, Sybill Trelawney, he knew he had to learn everything about the subject by himself. He didn't mind that at all. After all, he didn't want to be known as a student with an unhealthy interest in Divination.
×××
Alex, Clay, and Katie were in the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade drinking butterbeer. They were finally able to go to Hogsmeade on the weekends starting this school year. They were sharing a table with just the three of them.
    "And then Snape deducted 5 points from him just for coughing. I tell you, he is biased against anyone not from Slytherin," said Clay before taking a sip of his drink.
    "That's not anything new, Clay. Also, it's 'Professor Snape'," said Katie.
    "So you say, you're the best in Potions in our year. But even you hardly earn any points from him," said Clay.
    "When it comes to potions, your habits are very important. And habits can be learned only through practice. That is probably why Professor Snape doesn't feel like explaining everything. Besides, when others make mistakes and he goes off like a kettle, that's when we actually learn from the professor. You just need to listen to his corrections and ignore the tone of his voice," said Katie.
    "What do you think, Alex? You've been sitting there just drinking on your own," asked Clay nudging Alex with an elbow.
    "Snape is not the best sort of teacher, but he is indeed a master when it comes to Potions. Everyone just has to avoid his anger to get something useful from him," said Alex.
    He hardly gave it any thought. To him, Dumbledore obviously had a very important reason why he kept Snape around, the same can be said about Trelawney. He just didn't know what it could be. So, there was no need to think about it.
    "Well, if it isn't the three Duffers. Having fun out and about, are you?" said another student who rudely interrupted them. It was Angus Travers who made an appearance along with five other Slytherin students. There were other students in the pub, but none of Clay's other friends were there.
    "What is it to you, Travers? Get out of our face, you prick!" said Clay.
    He had certainly become more domineering against other students after becoming the leader of his Hufflepuff gang.
    "Don't speak to me like that, Rosewood. Your little group is not around to protect you right now. You should be careful, you know. We are not inside the castle. You could easily trip on the ground if you're not careful," said Angus with a sneer.
    "You are a pathetic little snake, Travers. Talking big only when you got us outnumbered?"
    "YOU are the pathetic one! Look at you. You're such a disgrace to the name of wizards. Hanging out with 'mudbloods', don't you care at all of your station?" said Angus slightly raising his voice.
    Clay stood up and said, "Careful how you speak about my friends, or I'll pull out your tongue!"
    "GET THEM!" shouted Angus.
    All Slytherin students took out their wand and immediately fire spells on the three of them. Clay was caught unprepared and was hit by a knock-back curse. However, Alex was quick enough the deflect all incoming spells that were aimed at him and Katie. He had even managed to deflect some of the spells back to the casters, knocking two of the thugs back into a table.
    With quick wand work, he took care of the two other thugs with 'Stupify' spells. Now only Travers was standing. Alex flicked his wand and shot him with an 'Expelliarmus' charm.
    "You never learn, do you? Let's make it a fun little lesson for you," said Alex. Angus was looking at him in fear. He had never been on the receiving end of such quick spell-work. He was about to make a run for it when his body was pinned on the ground with a powerful 'Descendio' spell.
    "Katie, why don't you take Clay here to the infirmary. I will take care of this mess."
    "Are you sure? We should just leave them behind here," said Katie. Although she was quite incensed when Angus called them 'mudbloods', she didn't want Alex to be in trouble.
    "I won't do anything too bad," said Alex smiling playfully. "But, what I do have in mind is something not for women to see."
    After Katie left, Alex looked down on Angus as the boy lied on the floor. He didn't want to bully a child, but not retaliating would send the wrong message to the other muggleborn children.
    "Remember, your things will be in the fountain," said Alex. Angus was about to ask what he meant, but he had lost his consciousness before he could.
    Minutes later Angus and his gang woke up in the tavern and found themselves surrounded by giggling students. Soon enough they realized why they were being laughed at.
    They were completely naked with a sign hanging on their heads that said 'little snakes'. He wasn't sure exactly if sign referred to them being Slytherin or something else. He and his gang ran out with their hands covering their bits all the way back to the Hogwarts courtyard where the only fountain he could think of was located.
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Alex had a laugh playing tricks on the Slytherin. However, he had no time to play with them. He had three electives and quidditch to occupy his time. Furthermore, he joined the Charms Club of the school, so he could further reinforce his reputation of being a Charms genius. But, what really occupied his time was putting his research from the last school year to use by enchanting the three objects that he acquired last summer, the steel dagger, the 'Greywolf' ring, and the 'Prometheus' ring.
    First, he enchanted all three items with anti-theft, anti-summoning, protection from extreme temperatures, extra hardness, and self-repairing enchantments.
    For the 'Prometheus' ring, he put on it an enchantment that would warp the gold on the face of the ring to either hide or show the symbol on it and another enchantment that would burn the hand of anyone who wears it other than him.
    As for the steel dagger, it was enchanted to be self-repairing and to be extraordinarily sharp. But, its main feature was its ability to float, fly, and manoeuvre mid-air similar to a broom's enchantment. It can reach a comparable speed of a crossbow bolt instantaneously.
    The Greywolf ring was enchanted to control the dagger with a range of up to 200 yards. This was the reason why it was made of the same stainless steel as the dagger. Having identical material made it easier to form a sympathetic link between the two. It was also enchanted to burn the hand of anyone who wore it except for Alex and his future descendants.
    Lastly, a simple notice-me-not enchantment that can be turned on or off was placed on it. He simply had to move his hand while wearing the ring and send his mental commands through it and the dagger would shoot up from its sheathe to do his bidding.
    He made sure that using the ring and the dagger would not trigger the Trace similar to using a broom did not trigger it. Not to neglect anything, he also enchanted the dagger's sheathe and its straps with the regular protections.
    Even using all of his private time he had in his dorm, it took him almost four months to finish all the enchantments making sure they were all functioning together. The intricacy of layering that many enchantments took a lot of revisions on his part.
    It was only a few days before Christmas break that he finally tested out the power of the dagger in the Forbidden Forest. From his test, it took less than a second for the dagger to reach a target located 10 yards from him coming out of its sheathe. The raw speed of it, he estimated, was about 200 miles per hour, about as fast as an arrow. It was faster than any broom. And with its hardness and its weight, being almost two pounds, it could easily penetrate a tree trunk that was two feet in diameter.
×××
The following day after he left Hogwarts for the holidays, he made a trip to his estate in Norwich by flying on his broom at night. Mr Baxter welcomed him eagerly at the front gate. After they were inside the house, he was updated to the changes that happened on the property during the past four months.
    The manor was successfully registered as a wizard house with the Ministry under the name of Hermes Country House as he instructed. That was also their Floo address. The goblins have applied a Muggle-Repelling ward and a Magic-Containment ward on the whole property. Mr Baxter also explained the repairs that were undertaken throughout the house.
    The bedroom nearest to the staircase was converted to a second living room where the fireplace connected to the Floo Network was located. Another bedroom was converted to a library, although they didn't have the books to fill them yet. The bedroom across from that was converted to an office.
    So in the end, they only had three bedrooms left. The biggest one was to be the Master Bedroom where Alex would sleep if he was ever staying there. One would be a permanent bedroom of Mr Baxter and the last one would be for guests. All of the bedrooms were furnished simplistically, as neither of them had an extravagant taste. If they needed more rooms, they could just use expansion charms in the future.
    On the ground floor, the decorations were more pronounced. The living room on the east side of the house had a simple elegance about it. The couches and coffee table were placed on one side opposite to where a double french door was located which led to the back gardens. The west side of the house was where the dining room and kitchen could be found. The dining room was big enough to fit a 14-seat table. The kitchen was big enough for two people to work comfortably. And except for the kitchen, everything on the ground floor was muggle-worthy.
    The cellar of the house was accessible from the kitchen. A wine-cellar was located there along with a Potions crafting room and a supply closet. There were also smaller rooms where House-Elves might stay in the future.
    Except for Christmas and New Year's Eve, Alex had returned to the country house every night. After the wards' ownership was passed to him, his first task was to modify the Muggle-Repelling wards. He made it so that the overall ward can be partially opened by anyone who was permitted to. He found no reason to alter the Magic-Containment ward.
    Anti-Apparition, Anti-Portkey, and Intruder Detection wards were also applied in the entire estate with an exception to an area in the back garden, marked by a birdbath, where people could perform Apparition only if they were thinking of a certain phrase. A similar treatment was applied in the Floo Room where a visitor would not be able to step out of the room or use the Floo again unless they were welcomed to do so or they were thinking a similar passphrase.
    Within the main wards were small locally applied wards. The kitchen and the entire cellar was inaccessible and unnoticeable by non-magical people. The library, office, and the Floo room were also similarly warded.
    The hardest warding he had to do was the combination of 'Protego Totalum' and 'Salvio Hexia' charms that would protect the Manor and its immediate surrounding permanently from physical and magical attacks. All the ward stones that he used were also protected from breaking, summoning, theft, and being noticed easily.
    There were also other wards and enchantments that provided certain conveniences like a temperature insulation and strengthening enchantments on the doors, windows, and outside walls of the manor. As for cleaning and maintaining the house, he would just have to acquire some House-Elves that would take care of the house.
    He thought about making the estate unplottable or under a 'Fidelius Charm', but that level of secrecy was not needed yet. He planned to make the estate as his known base where he could invite guests or receive letters in the future.
×××
After returning to Hogwarts, he fell back into his previous routine. Everyone who knew him thought of him as a dedicated student who had little interest in anything outside his classes and quidditch. He spent his time in the library doing further research in Enchanting and Divination. He also spent more time improving the Enchantment on his daggers and rings. He had developed a reputation for being a recluse. However, there were also whispers regarding his duelling capabilities after what had happened in Hogsmeade. 
    The finals quidditch match that year was against them and the Ravenclaw team. The opposing team was well balanced. But, Hufflepuff was able to win the Cup once again as their members had more experience overall. He had also developed a strategy on his own as a versatile Seeker who could join the play on offence or defence when needed. It was mainly dependent on his placement on the field, keeping himself in a position to interfere in the action whenever he wanted to.
    Another year had gone. Alex had performed great in the exams and even earned O's with distinction on Charms and Arithmancy. Katie and Clay had also performed well receiving EE's or better in their classes.
    During the farewell feast, after some quick accounting of house points, Dumbledore declared Hufflepuff House to be the winner of the House Cup once again. They seemed to have found the secret to winning the House Cup with a few guidelines. The first of which was to avoid competing for points with the chosen point earners of your class. And, the second was to always stay quiet in Snape's class unless when asked. Clay had actually convinced the older students to follow these guidelines since doing so actually did not affect a student's final grades at all.
END OF CHAPTER
Author's Note:
    There were a lot more of Fanon of this chapter. I will have to depend on them or make things up myself to bring more realism to the story. For the way the dagger is used, think of Yondu and his flying arrow from 'Guardians of the Galaxy', except without whistling.
Disclaimer:
    This work is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended. All recognizable characters, plot, setting, etc. are the property of J.K.Rowling and/or Warner Bros.

Synopsis:
Alexander Grey is a muggleborn wizard who finds himself fighting against Death Eaters during the Battle of Hogwarts. Due to circumstances beyond his understanding, he gets sent back in time. He wakes up as a child who is about to go to Hogwarts for the very first time. Given a second chance to live his life, he vows to create a different world for himself and many others.

The cover art was made by me.
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Disclaimer:
This work is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended. All recognizable characters, plot, setting, etc. are the property of J.K.Rowling and/or Warner Bros.

Hurried knocks came from the door, “Open the door! Please! Help my wife! Please!”

Luo Yuan exchanged a glance with Huang Jiahui before standing up to take a look through the peephole. It was their neighbor who stayed directly opposite them who was knocking. They were not really friends but knew of each other’s existence. His face was filled with fear and a hint of uneasiness.

Luo Yuan guessed that his wife was probably bitten by a mutated mosquito. She would not survive it but they were neighbors after all so he had to at least go take a look. He opened the door with some hesitation and asked, “What happened?”

The man frantically said, “Hurry, hurry to my house, my wife can’t last much longer. I don’t know what happened, she was mopping the kitchen and suddenly fell down.”

He turned towards Huang Jiahui, “Close the door first. I’ll go over and have a look.”

“Okay, return quickly,” Huang Jiahui replied worriedly.

Luo Yuan kept quiet and only nodded his head.

The man paced back and forth anxiously and said to Luo Yuan, “She’s in the kitchen, please follow me quickly.”

Luo Yuan followed him to his house and into the kitchen. However, as the man neared the kitchen, he slowed down as if waiting for Luo Yuan to go ahead of him.

Luo Yuan took a look at him and felt that it was normal for a person to react this way when facing a possibly infected patient but they were spouses after all. Now that he did not even dare go near his wife, Luo Yuan’s perception of the man became tainted even though he understood his rational.

As he entered the kitchen and saw the woman. She was indeed bitten by a mutated mosquito but after such delay, she had already passed away. The woman was beautiful and Luo Yuan would usually check her out when they met. However, she was swollen to the point of disfigurement now.

The mutated mosquito had obviously come from window in the kitchen as it was open and Luo Yuan saw that it was resting on the ceiling with its stomach full from all her blood. It appeared dark red in color.

The man was saddened when he saw his partner lying dead on the floor, covering his mouth as he looked anguished but still did not dare to approach her.

Luo Yuan looked at the agonized man and said fittingly, “My condolences, I’ll take my leave.”

“Wait!”

Luo Yuan was called after only a few steps, he turned and asked, “What else is there?”

The man looked hesitant after calling him, he was biting his tongue and he could not speak.

Luo Yuan knew what he was thinking, “You don’t have to worry, this is not an infectious disease. The culprit is that mutated mosquito on the ceiling. You’ll be okay after killing it.”

The man was shocked and speechless, raising his head to look at the mosquito and subconsciously taking a few steps back.

He saw that the window was still open and rushed to close it.

“I’ll leave first then” Luo Yuan said.

“Wait! I… I can’t kill it. Can you help me kill it?” The man called for Luo Yuan once again, earnestly asking him for help.

Although Luo Yuan only disliked him in the beginning, he was now disgusted by the man! It is true that he is stronger and killing such mosquitoes was effortless to him but the man could not possibly know that he was stronger as he is just another normal person in the man’s eyes. Shifting his own risk to another person, what was more a stranger, this guy was really something.

Luo Yuan thought about it and let it go. The man’s wife just died, he should not hold any grudges against somebody like this. He nodded his head, “Alright, pass me the broom.”

“Sure! Sure! Thank you so much!” The man thanked him profusely and walked out of the kitchen to fetch the broom.

After Luo Yuan received the broom from him, he climbed up the cabinet as the ceiling was a little high. The mosquito, being full from all the blood, was extremely slow in reacting and had only wanted to fly away when the broom neared it but it was too late. With a slap, the ceiling was left with a splat of blood.

“Thank you so much. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do.” The man breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely.

“Save the courtesy. If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.” Luo Yuan jumped off the cabinet and said, dusting off his hands.

“I still want to ask for another favor.” The man quickly said seeing that Luo Yuan wanted to leave.

Luo Yuan halted his step, intending to see what else the guy could ask for.

The man said mournfully, “Huiqin died so horribly. I want to keep her longer with me but I can’t have her here any longer. In this current weather, her body would start to rot and smell within half a day…”

Luo Yuan looked at his absolute heartbroken face but could not tell how much sincerity was actually in his words. He cut in and asked, “You mean…?”

The man said awkwardly, “I…can you help me carry her body downstairs?”

Luo Yuan gave up on the man and said emotionlessly, “If you’ve got no guts to go down, I can’t say anything. It’s only normal for people to be afraid of the mutated mosquitoes. But she’s your wife after all. You want to discard her body right after her death and want me to do it for you. Do I look like an idiot to you?”

Luo Yuan turned to leave after his words, not bothering to give a second glance towards the man.

The man was shocked, embarrassment and humiliation washed over him. He opened his mouth to speak but realized that Luo Yuan was long gone.

Huang Jiahui was washing the rice in the kitchen as Luo Yuan returned and went in to wash his hands.

“What’s going on opposite us?” Huang Jiahui asked.

“Nothing much. I’m just disgusted! Let’s not talk about him!” Luo Yuan said while shaking his head.

Huang Jiahui stopped asking after seeing his response.

Not long after, Luo Yuan’s sensitive hearing picked up a dull thud from outside. It sounded like something heavy had dropped. His expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself that the man could not have thrown his wife’s corpse from the third floor.

The dishes from this afternoon were much simpler to clean. A small plate of pickled mustard and two salted eggs. These were bought by Luo Yuan before the mutation had happened. He had stocked up a lot of non-perishable items like these and still had some leftover.

The mutated meat Luo Yuan brought home yesterday was marinated but considering that difficult days like these would not end quickly, now was not the time to eat it.

They used to have a good portion of meat and fish in their meals but they did not have much appetite for the moment. Wang Shishi even stopped eating after only a few mouthfuls.

A jeep stopped by their residential area that evening. Two armed police covered in protective gear from head to toe came down with flamethrowers on their backs and two trails of fire which were about ten meters long blazed through the empty spaces around Shuitang. Luo Yuan could see numerous mutated mosquitoes falling from midair as their wings were burnt by the fire.

The flamethrowers could only last so long though and after about ten minutes, the gas on the backs of the policemen ran out. They still had not finished clearing the residential area. If they wanted to ‘spring clean’ the whole Hedong City, the amount of gas needed would be an astronomical figure. If all the gas in Hedong City were to be spent here, it is possible that it would still not be enough.


Have you ever thought that the state of the world as it presently is, could revert to the laws of the ancients? When a series of strange incidents beginning with the disappearance of his friend led Luo Yuan to question the possibility of an apocalypse, he becomes embroiled in the midst of a global-scale chaos.

Evolution has turned the flora and fauna of the vast and bountiful Earth into something that had never been seen before. Coincidentally, the all-dominating Homo sapiens have ended up at the bottom of the food chain. From mystery to crisis, will Luo Yuan discover a means of saving humanity by racing to the top of the food chain? Or will he strive in accordance with the law of the jungle? It is the dawn of an age of the survival of the fittest.

*Swish*
*Swish swish*
The sky just turned bright. The sound of someone sweeping the courtyard could be heard.
Ling Ran turned over and woke up. He thought, 'Did dad sleep on the sofa last night? He woke up so early.'
He washed his face and rinsed his mouth on the first floor before he changed his clothes and went downstairs. He saw that the pavement had been swept until it was squeaky clean. Even the drain next to the pavement had been washed with water. Not far away, there was a slim figure at the junction who was giving it his all while sweeping the floor...
A slim figure?
Ling Ran spent a great deal of effort to recall Ling Jiezhou gradually getting fatter as he aged. He was puzzled. Could it be that someone in the neighborhood went mad?
"Doctor Ling, hello."
Huang Maoshi, who was cleaning, heard the sound of the door unlocking, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Ling Ran still had not come out, his waist would soon break.
In the face of Ling Ran's puzzled look, Huang Maoshi smiled and said, "I bought some deep-fried dough sticks, soymilk, and tofu pudding. I don't know if you like them or not but I also brought some other snacks. They're just in the basket by the door, I'll take them in."
Huang Maoshi picked up the broom and ran over. He picked up a bamboo basket from the bluestone slab next to the gate of Lower Groove Clinic. Breakfast was neatly prepared in the bamboo basket. From the appearance of the outer packaging, Huang Maoshi should have purchased this at the end of the street, and the amount was enough for five or six people.
Ling Ran was stunned. He looked at Huang Maoshi with a considerable amount of surprise. Although he often received gifts, such a scrumptious and huge gift was relatively rare. In general, if girls were to send food, they would send branded food, imported food, some traditional delicacy, or homemade food. Gifting someone deep-fried dough sticks purchased from the giftee's own alley... Boys... Boys really did not know how to give gifts.
"I represent the company in thanking you for your support." Huang Maoshi recalled the contents of his sales course. He carefully said, "I'm here today to help you do some errands."
"Hello." Ling Ran looked uncertainly at the man.
He remembered that Huang Maoshi, the pharmaceutical sales representative of Changxi Medical Company, seemed a bit off in the head and that he only knew how to grin like an idiot.
Huang Maoshi kept his smile and said, "Doctor Ling, you recently purchased a lot of consumables from our company. Although they were all purchased under Department Director Huo's name, we still know which of the products he purchased belong to you. Hence, we still give you our thanks. My arrival here is nothing special today. We would just like to express our appreciation for your..."
Huang Maoshi had gradually adapted to the work of a pharmaceutical sales representative. He especially learned the skills of how to give a deep laugh in front of female clients and a superficial laugh in front of male clients.
Even though he no longer enjoyed the glorious life of being on the runway, Huang Maoshi thought that being a pharmaceutical sales representative was more suitable for him. He did not want to work in a field that relied on youthful looks and would rather maintain some of his personal dignity.
Huang Maoshi looked at the confused Ling Ran. He then chuckled and said, "Your courtyard is really tidy and clean."
"Oh, please come in, you can sit in the middle." Ling Ran finally understood what he was trying to say and politely led him to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.
Huang Maoshi put the broom beside the door and carried the big basket inside. He exchanged a few pleasantries as he put the food on the table. By the time Ling Jiezhou and Tao Ping arrived downstairs, Huang Maoshi was already completely familiar with the Ling Family's kitchen. He not only boiled the milk, he also fried some eggs.
Tao Ping could not help but hesitate as she looked at the food on the table and watched Huang Maoshi busy himself in the kitchen. She said stiffly, "Young Ran, the ones who used to come to our house to help with the cooking were usually beautiful girls. In fact, the girl who came last time even prepared a whole fish. She's not bad, just a little self-centered..."
Ling Jiezhou immediately heard the distress in Tao Ping's voice. He could not help but laugh. "My dear wife, what are you thinking? This person here is a pharmaceutical sales representative. He came to our house to give gifts because Ling Ran is a doctor. You're overthinking this."
"It's not what I think it is?"
"Yeah, this person is like the pharmaceutical sales representative who often comes to our clinic. Remember that one? He often sends infusion bags and helps us with the chores..."
"You're looking at this with the wrong mindset."
"Huh?" Ling Jiezhou was stunned for a few seconds. He was suddenly a little fearful.
After Ling Ran ate the deep-fried dough sticks in his hand, he clapped his hands and said, "I'm going to the hospital now."
"Doctor Ling, Doctor Ling." Huang Maoshi, who had just brought out some soup from the kitchen, quickly called out to Ling Ran. "You're thinking about going to the hospital to continue performing surgeries, right?"
"Of course." Ling nodded.
"I forgot to say tell you just now. Department Director Huo told me to inform you that because the ward is full, today's surgery is best delayed until tomorrow. When some patients in the hospital are discharged tomorrow, some beds will be freed, then you can continue to perform surgeries with the M-Tang technique." Huang Maoshi wiped his hands on the apron, looking like a househusband.
"There are no beds..." It only came to Ling Ran's mind that the thirteen patients whom he performed the M-Tang technique on in one breath did not seem to be discharged yet. That would mean half of the patients in the Emergency Department's observation room were his own patients.
Then, he remembered that there were five other treatment groups in the Emergency Department. The department had to have taken measures to begin adding beds.
"Hospital Director Zhou has agreed to create another operating theater. They're modifying a room that's already in the department. As soon as they put the bed and other things inside, and connect the ventilation system, everything will be good to go." Huang Maoshi chuckled and said, "The renovation just started this morning. It'll be ready in a few days."
Needless to say, this project was also handed over to the Changxi Medical Company.
Ling Ran was not concerned about that. He just instantly felt bored because he could not go to the hospital to perform operations.
Perhaps Ling Jiezhou saw through Ling Ran, perhaps he wanted to avoid having his mindset being altered by his wife, or perhaps it was purely out of stinginess, but Ling Jiezhou called out to Ling Ran, "Don't go to the hospital, just help out at home. There are more patients in our family's clinic now, and there are patients sent by Golden Deer Health Services Pte Ltd who need some suturing. Let me make a call and ask Doctor Miao not to come."
"Who is Doctor Miao?" Ling Ran asked.
"He's a part-time doctor who specializes in suturing. He also knows how to perform absorbable sutures." Ling Jiezhou proudly put up two fingers. He then said, "Only for this much."
"Two thousand a month?" Ling Ran thought. 'Even cheaper than Doctor Xiong?'
Ling Jiezhou let out a gloomy sigh and said, "Two hundred a day. How can it be possible for any doctor to be hired for only two thousand? That salary's too low."
At this time, Huang Maoshi came out with a heated bowl of seaweed and egg soup. He smiled and said, "Our company wanted to hire a driver, and we still had to bargain his rate of 300 RMB per day."
"You can't compare this with that," Ling Jiezhou thanked Huang Maoshi and asked him to sit down before he continued, "The number of jobs available for drivers is a lot, but how many places can doctors work part-time, right? So, this is what we call market economy. The market determines the price."
Huang Maoshi naturally did not know how to refute. He just nodded with a smile.
"In short, there's no need for me to give any wages to any doctors today. Ling Ran, you'll be performing the sutures." Ling Jiezhou rubbed his hands together and was very happy about it.
"I'm doing one operation for 500 RMB or more now." Ling Ran calmly poured himself a bowl of soup.
Ling Jiezhou immediately looked at Huang Maoshi, and the latter nodded slightly.
Ling Jiezhou was only caught by surprise for two seconds. He then laughed out loud and said ruefully, "Oh, when will our clinic be able to perform such surgery? Daddy will give you eight... six hundred for it."


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

As Jason was sleeping across town in an office was a thin man wearing a purple mask with golden runes down the left side of it. He appeared to be was waiting for someone. The door opened and a young woman walked in. She wasn't human however she was pale white with two horns on her head one pitch black the other a multitude of colors.
 "Is everything going to plan as we hoped?' She asked the masked man. 
"Yes someone soon the Kargens shall be able to fully cross-over into this world, however, there is one problem." He replied. 
"Shadow." the woman also knew that he would be a minor inconvenience to the plan but thought nothing more of him.
 "Dolos I hope you don't disappoint her." She said as she left. 
"Damn woman always making me do the dirty work while she just schemes," Dolos said as he disappeared with a flash of black light.
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Gunshots were ringing out everywhere as a man and woman were running.
 "you still have the file?" the woman asked as the two hid behind a stack of crates.
 "Right here." the man replied taking out a brown folder. 
"We need to get them back to HQ so-." the woman was saying when an explosion blew them both apart.
 Jason jumped awake trying to forget the dream and the memories that came with it. He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He went into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast but when he grabbed the pan to make some eggs he realized his whole body was shaking. It was still early but Jason decided to head over to the pizzeria. He needs to get out of both his house and own thoughts so Jason decides he was going to run all the way there. When he got there the sun was barely rising. He opened the door and went into the kitchen. He started mixing dough and prepping all the need materials for the pizzas. While he was doing that Sky who was asleep heard someone moving around downstairs and instantly grabbed the nearest thing to her, which was a broom, she made her way downstairs and slowly went into the kitchen. she saw a man with black hair standing Wirth his back turned to her so she uses the only spell she currently knew [Water Shot] which was shot out a water ball with the impact of a water balloon and ran at the man attempting to hit him with the broom. Jason dodge both the [Water Shot] and the broom grabbing Skylar's hand yelling.
 " It's me Sky calm down." 
When Skylar saw that the man was Jason she was first surprised then confused. 
"Why is your hair black instead of brown? Only people who awaken should have their hair change color, but even if you awakened why is it black, shouldn't it be one of the elemental colors?" Skylar asked.
 "Crap I forgot to put on my wig this morning because of that dream shaking me up so much." Jason thought to himself. " I need to come up with a good excuse so she doesn't know who I really am." 
Skylar was looking at him waiting for an answer. 
"Well, I didn't awaken my hair just is black because I had to clean the oven this morning." Jason lied.
 Skylar gave him a look like he was crazy but then he rubbed his hand through his hair and there was black dust on his hand.
 Skylar said, "Oh ok but because of you I'm up so early so I'm going back to bed." Luckily I really did have to clean the oven." 
Jason sighed. "Hey sky I'm going to go home and shower I'll be back in a bit."
 Jason headed home knowing that he almost made a huge mistake. If others found out about him having black hair then it would only be a matter of time before people realized he was Shadow. Most people would love to have fame especially when you considered the strongest human, but not Jason. he hated any attention on himself, plus if those annoying Guild leaders found him it would be nothing but trouble.

Jason tried his best to hide from his past but when monsters start to appear out of cracks that appear in the sky he must face his demons in order to save those closes to him. Will he be a hero that everyone needs or will the shadows of his past consume him?

House Horror

A repairman gets a call from a man that his garbage disposal is broken and needs fixing.

"Yes, I can get to you in two hours just wait, please" answered the repairman

"Goodness I can't wait for two hours for you to come" proclaimed the man

The repairman drove to the house and went to the door

The repairman knocked and heard loud stomping coming to the door and the man said: "who is it?"

"It the repairman you called for" answered the repairmen. The man opened the door and led the repairman to the kitchen.

"How long has it been out?" asked the repairman.

"Just yesterday after dinner, I tried to clean it out but it just wouldn't work" answered the man

As the repairman tried to get the garbage disposal out of the sink he saw blood and commented: "hey did you drop meat or an animal in here?"

"Yes," the man said creepily "some exotic meat."

"Cool, cool" answered the repairman as he got the disposal out and looked inside to find a human finger that was half-eaten.

"What the heck is that,? Did you eat someone?" said the repairman in a startled tone

"Yes, yes we did" yelled the man as he started to smile from ear to ear and laughed with excitement.

"Get out of my way" yelled the repairman as he passed the man and ran to the door but felt pain at the back of his head and blacked out.

Time passed and the repairman woke up to find himself in a dark and moist room. He feels the cold concrete under him and sees a dim light coming from stairs that head up. He tries to get up but finds his left leg chained to a pipe so he tries to break free but the pipe just bangs against the wall. The noise could be heard from upstairs. Yelling could be heard as well, "why did you do it again so soon, we already ate yesterday, why call after we just ate!" yelled a woman.

"I was just so hungry and wanted some more meat to eat" yelled the man

"I don't care if you were still hungry," yelled the women  " you are drawing unneeded attention to us."

"Ok ok" grumbled the man as he left the woman

The repairman heard the argument and started to panic even more and looked around to find anything that could help him. He found a crowbar near him and broke the chain from the pipe. He got up and tried to look for an escape, only to found the stairs so he slowly got close to the door, and took a peep. He saw nothing in the hall but still opened the door silently to go unnoticed by the family and slowly started to walk through the hall. he heard steps coming towards him so he hid in one of the rooms in the hall. The room that he was in had a blood smell and was dark. He looked around and found a switch to turn on the light, The room was a slaughter room. He saw hanging animals, all but one was covered in a sheet, so he took the sheet off and found two-thirds of a man with one of his hand's gone. As he remembered the disposal, he flinched. Then he heard the footsteps go past the door. 

He went back to the door and opened it slightly, saw no one then continued down the hall. All the lights in the hall were turned off and he heard a step from behind.        2

"What are you doing out of the basement, meat?" asked a woman in a mean tone and raised a wooden bat.

" What is wrong with you people, eating other people is messed up" yelled the repairman.

" You're just meat for us to eat!" yelled the woman as she ran at the man swinging at the man but missing by a hair.

" you're crazy" yelped the repairman as he tried to find a weapon to defend himself while  he dodged the crazy lady. He finds a broom and thrusts it at her stomach and the lady yelped in pain and tried to swing again and hit the man at his side. He felt pain but he swung the broom again and hit her head, She was knocked out by the force of the broom. 

"I won, I lived" howled the repairman. The broom was broke in half. So he took the bat that the lady had and looked for the front door, but ended up in the kitchen and found the disposal on the ground with a little pool of blood around it.

"Oh God the finger is still there" yelped the repairmen as he looks at the finger on the table next to him. He looks around and tries to remember the route he took to the kitchen when he first got arrived.

"Hey, how did you get out?" growled the man as he looks at the bat, then looks even angrier than before. "How did you get that bat?" yelled the man as he stepped closer.

    Now the repairman actually looks at the man, he notices he is quite buff and had fists ready for a fight. The repairman got ready for a fight, he raised his bat. The man ran straight at the repairman and gave a punch but the bat had already hit his side and he nearly fell. He tackled the repairman to the ground and started to punch him left and right. The repairman tried to block the punches but was unsuccessful, he tried to hit the man with his bat but the man grabbed the bat and threw it away.

    The man manages to grab the repairman's neck and starts to choke him. The repairman tries to find something to hit the man with and found the disposal, he takes the disposal and hit the man in the head and knocks him over and hand the hand. He bashed the man's head until the man stopped moving. He started to move to the front door and was about to open it but felt a sharp pain in his side. He sees a teen holding a knife his side he falls to the ground and starts to feel cool. He looked at the teen who had a smile from ear to ear as the repairmen cold.

The teen went to his dad and woke him up and said "you are getting too old for this"

"I am still strong enough to beat you in sports" laughs the man.

"I'm still hungry what is dinner dad," asked the teen?

    "Some repairman tonight son" answered the man.










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