OK so in order to not give spoilers away. Tor a 10 yr old boy in this book 1 comes from the spatial fortress with the ability to control space which is common in the fortress but he also has the ability to manipulate time. watch as the young boy with an obscure origin travel the chaotic world around him.
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There is a story where the hero makes friends, completes quests, and saves the world. This is NOT that story. In the VR world of Fate: Experience Acute Realism, the main character cuts his way through both the players and NPCs alike. This story takes a close look at how a true full immersion VR would be played. The setting is an open VR world where the players struggle to survive with a lack of knowledge and the NPCs panic in regards to the Travelers invading their world. The anti-hero of this story is cold and calculating. Sparing no one from his reign of terror he gives into occasional bouts of kindness before he is forced back on the path of blood and tears. For where there is a hero who seeks to bring people together to help the world move forward, there is an anti-hero who brings people together to seize the world for himself. WARNING: This story contains extreme violence, in every single chapter. This story contains references to sex, but no explicit scenes. This story has light to mild swearing. My chapters normally range from 4,000 to 5,000 words. This story does not contain happy endings, middles, or even beginnings.

"Pirate? Huh?!"
"Haha I'm just joking with ya Jackie boy! You should've seen your face when I said that!" Torment grabs the tied up Jack by his shoulders while giggling, showing a bit of a cynical tone yet not clear enough for Jack to figure it out.
"You're beginning to piss me off Torment." Jack whispers in an angered expression. "This is not the darn time to joke about things like these!"
"Or is it?" Torment giggles again, almost laughing. "Sooo... this book hasn't had any fight scene in a while hasn't it Jack?"
"Huh?" Jack becomes confused by Torment, not knowing what he's talking about.
"Come oooon. It'll be fun, let's do something epic! I swear in my daddy's debt that it will be good!"
Jack sighed. "Listen a darn moment here. Even if I wanted to work out with you this time I'm all tied up. I need to know where Zick and Sam are... I can't let them be stuck here as well." Starting to move a bit, trying to free himself he mumbles. "I must figure out a plan."
"Oh oh oh Jackie boy!" Torment shakes up in excitement, jumping around the tied up robot like a toddler getting a birthday gift in surprise. "I've already got a plan! A great one indeed! You just have to listen Jack!"
"Hmph."
"You see Jack. All we need is to gather explosives and-."
Torment gets cut off by Jack almost loudly yelling with his response.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN- ehem. What do you mean explosives?! You want to get us killed?! Not only they want me dead for Mother knows why, if I'll try to do so there's a chance that Zick and Sam and darn hell if that happens! Don't you get it!"
Torment sighs. "Hmph you didn't even let me finish! Quite in the bad mood I see Jack."
"OF COURSE IM IN- huhhh.... Of course I'm in a bad mood! I'm gonna get killed if I won't do anything! How would you react if you were in the same situation??"
"Yeah I guess..." Torment grabs his chin, showing himself in a thinking situation. "Yeah I guess that getting killed might cause a bad mood."
"No darn shit Tor."
"Oh my... Oh my! OH MY GOODNESS!" Torment jumps in excitement once again holding his cheeks with the freaky arms of his, Shouting with a big smile.
"SOMEBODY FINALLY CALLS ME TOR! YES! FINALLY!"
"Uhm... no problem?"
"All of you have been rude calling Torment without even acknowledging me telling you that I don't mind being called Tor. I'm so happy!"
"Seriously?" 
"Oh right you're about to get killed.... my bad." Torment giggles. "But still not even the announcer of this book is calling me Tor so this is just exciting!"
Geez this guy makes me, the announcer even sigh... anyways. 
"Ha! See?"
Suddenly. A strange shadowy figure came out of nowhere, specifically, Came out from the ceiling.
"Uhm... who's this? Is that One of the bosses? Tor, do that darn guy look familiar to you?" Says Jack while looking from the figure to Torment back and forth in confusion.
"Hmm..." Torment grabs his chin once again, trying to surround the figure that is currently walking towards Jack slowly, while doing so the figure is unrecognizable due to the shadows on it, making it almost impossible to know who it is.
"So Torment... uhh you might wanna tell me who this darn guy might be?" Trying to rock his chair in an attempt to escape he says so loudly.
"Well... I have no idea. Nothing at all. Well it might be the executioner. Who knows?"
"EXECUTIONER?!"
"Hey relax Jackie boy it's gonna be fine."
"WHAT DO YOU DARN MEAN FINE??"
"It might not be the executioner."
"MIGHT?!"
"Yeah good luck."
The shadowy figure suddenly runs towards Jack at high speed, spinning around the tied up prisoner. 
"Oh shit oh shit oh darn shit no no no no!" Shouts Jack.
In a sudden blink of an eye, which is ironic since they don't have eyes, the rope that tied him is cut with sheer surprise from both Jack and Torment.
"What?!"
"What?!"
Both of Jack and Torment yell at the same while Jack is flung off the chair he was tied to onto the desk which was in front of him.
"Ouch! What the? Who's that darn figure??"
"I already said I have no idea Jack!"
The figure grabs Jack by the neck and throws him to the windows at the edge of the room in an attack.
"Wow! Darn hell!" Jack dodges the attack, jumping from the desk to the air in a beautiful position spreading his arms open, spinning around mid air towards the figure, Jack points his two index fingers as he's about to shoot the target in an instant.
Two shots have come out from his fingers towards the figure, hitting it in the shoulders.
"Darn, missed the head."
Jack falls down on the wooden floor, superhero style on his knee with his arms still spread open while looking down.
"Come on eight more shots. Come on don't darn fail me now."
The figure suddenly splits into two figures as if clones of it have been made.
"Huh. So this is the darn weapon of the target. They darn split themselves into multiple targets for confusion..."
The figure again did a surprising move by sending its double towards Jack, trying to attack him with its bare hands.
The figure's hand is gripped by Jack, getting broken by Jack's powerful swing. Flinging the figure up to the ceiling, turning it into fog suddenly.
"Clone down, now's the darn time for the main dish."
Once again. Surprising Jack, the mysterious figure jumps on it's hands while flipping the position to the back, having its back towards Jack.
"What? What is it trying to darn do? Tor, Status."
"Ooh boy... try to dodge Jackie boy!"
"What?!"
Shots hit Jack rapidly, tearing his arm down.
"AHHHHH! DAAAAARN!"
Falling to the ground in pain, Jack holds on what's left on his arm, looking down seeing his arm on the floor, all the wires and electricity coming out rapidly.
"FUUUCK DAAAAARN! DAAAAAAAAAAARN IT! ARRGGHHHHHH!"
"Oh fuck that must hurt Jackie.... damn..."
"WHO ARE YOU?? DARN HELL! HOW DID YOU SHOOT??"
The figure stands up and begins to walk closely towards Jack, staring directly down at him, revealing itself as light suddenly hits it.
The figure is Jean.
"Go now, you're free." He says.

Metasteam. A city on the moon of planet earth. The year is 2614, cyber-steampunk robots  make their living in the city of the moon. Ruled by the two bosses which split the city into what they call the turfs. there are two turfs: Rose and Violet. Some robots take up to their leader(s) and some just avoid this whole thing, not taking any part of the political side of things... Though if a robot were to search for happiness and a good time there is only one place... Working as usual the little bar located in the right northern sector of town operates to bring happiness to our citizens. The bar owner brothers Zick and Jack always do their best to serve their customers (as good as they can....), well.. until they kinda messed up, a little incident with the boss' mafia might have put business on a little hold. Read as our brothers go through a journey of their lives and fight through with love as action, drama and mystery are surrounding them the whole time while the story progresses.

(This book has contents not suitable for children, such as sexual content, violence, cursing etc.)

(This novel is currently with its first act finished and now continued and will have all of the GeadKiller series in it instead of doing multiple books while being updated almost each day hopefully yet in the near future will go through small changes in grammar, speech and misspells of any sort to make the experience better. Hopefully soon or so this book will be complete and will be the first to start this series of GearKiller.)

Original story, art and design by Naor Eliahu. (HappyChills)

"Tel'am, you won't believe it!" Liliana said without entering home.

"What happen, Lilin? Is Edrie alright?" Tel'am asked confusing his wife's excitation with preoccupation.

"He talked, Tel'am!" Liliana grab Edrie in her arms and raise it to Tel'am's face. "He talked to me!"

"Lilin, I know it can be exciting to be mother, but Edrie is a week old. Babies only talk after months at minimum." Tel'am explained calmly. "Maybe you heard him babbling nonsense."

"No, no. He talked." Lilin looked at her son. "Come on, Edrie. Talk to daddy like you did before."

"Lilin, I told you are-" 

Edrie interrupted Tel'am. "-El'anaaaah." He repeated exactly like in the market.

"…" Tel'am stood still for a couple of seconds processing. "For the High Arcanist, Edrie talked!"

"I know!" Lilin said as excited as her husband. "Our little boy is a genius!"

"We could have an arcanist in our family, darling!" Tel'am was rejoiced.

"I know, I know!" Lilin said while playing with little Edrie.

"El'anah!" Edrie replied as excited as them.

***

After the couple calmed dawn, we had lunch. Well, they had lunch, I was breastfed. Their food looked appetizing, but not enough that I wanted to jump to the table and eat it. It was a kind of salad. Nothing extraordinary, yet it looked so good. I could recognize the bedding as lettuce, and some cherries spaced around, but everything else was beyond me.

While they were finishing their lunch, I took a nap. Baby stamina was horrific. Every action drained my force viciously. And the stroll was long enough that after being fed I was left out of combat.

When I woke up, I remembered the scene from before. They were really really happy that I talked so soon, yet they wanted me to crawl from day one. Is elven physiology different?

Mother noticed me awaken and she left me out of the magical baby crib. Now that I think about it, the only magical things I saw were the crib and elves, nothing more. And elves could theoretically be explained by genetics. What I want to say is that I want more magic.

I was taken to the mountain of pillows that were at the corner of my room. There, mom sat with me and took out the book. Really, mother? Isn't this a bit too soon? I won't refuse a book, but I am a 'baby' that just woke up. Surely this is to much for a baby to handle, don't you think?

I discarded the fact once again for 'elven culture' or something along those lines. If she didn't have a problem and neither did I, then what was the problem?

"Edrie, rem'il fun ter nit." She said as she presented the book in front of me.

I put my palms on the book. It wasn't to prevent the book from slipping, just an act to appear cute. Got to maintain my façade.

The simplest image from the children's book was a tree. This wasn't a common green leaves, brown trunk; but one like the market. Pink leaves, ashen trunk. Hmm… I seemed to gain a bit of insight from what was typical were I lived. I should investigate if there are these type of trees in this world in the future.

A problem arose as I looked at the word below the ashen tree. It wasn't something I could recognize exactly. I supposed that elven writing was alphabetic, from what I heard from my parents' conversation. 

No. It may be alphabetic now that I think about it. It's just that the characters are a bit complicated. A mash between runes and Cyrillic, mayhap? What is Cyrillic by the way?

I signaled the tree, trying to get the pronunciation from mother.

"Fir tol'ni terven, Edrie." I looked at her with a confused face. "Terven, Edrie. Terven." Mom pointed at the tree as I did.

Terven, huh. Now I had a question. Was elven language phonetically constant? By that I meant if the letters coincided with the pronunciation, or maybe some specific syllables created new sounds.

"So'ni tor felni." Now she pointed at a flower.

Felni… These words are a tad bit difficult for a baby. I looked at more as a way for asking for more. She replied with a next word.

"So'ni tor eflol."  She circled her finger around the picture of a river.

I let her continue without interruption.

"It so'ni fir…" She paused for a moment. It seems she was looking for an easier word. "Ah!" She exclamaid as she found one. "So'ni tor apal, Edrie. Apal." She repeated as her finger tapped a wooden boat.

Apal, huh. This word was easy enough. Appropriate. "Aah-pal" I said.

I heard an extremely high-pitch scream come from her. The one someone would make when scarred or a squeaky mouse.

"Fir en tir'tel pot as, Edrie?" Mother asked if I could repeat it once more. Or it felt like that.

"Aapal" I corrected my pronunciation a bit now.

She squeaked once more. Yes mother, I understand your happiness. Could you not break my ears now?

Mother didn't seem to care as she grabbed my tiny fat hands and moved them back and forth. I should stop doing such un-baby things for the moment.

I cooed with her and she continued our little dance a while more.

We didn't stop there. I wanted to read more. I was bored, yes. But that wasn't bad. I had stayed a long time floating in the River of the Damned. This was a cakewalk. The problem was that missing conversations infuriated me a lot.

I wanted to understand. I may have forgotten my previous life, so I must equilibrate the balance by doing the most I can in this new one. 

Stupidly enough, we finished the twenty-page long book in a few hours. There weren't many easy words to pronounce for a newborn. An infant? Sure. Newborn? Certainly not.

"Fir ten funen del man'ti fol, Edrie?" Mom asked me.

I couldn't make sense of the phrase. But I think, using context, it was along the lines of 'did you like it?' or 'do you want another one?'.

Either question's answer was yes. But the latter interested me more. I did want more and more books. I could've known the meaning of the question if the book itself contained the word book.

In retrospective, mother probably said 'book' before when we started reading, but I couldn't wrap my head around the memory. Whoever said babies had good memory, lied.

A pure soul has forgotten everything it stood for. A mysterious figure allows it one more chance, as it awakens once again as an elf. Now, on a male body, he will wield the power of the arcane and its intricacies.

This is the story of a once pure soul that delved into the arcane.

Arthur's Point of View

Reed Farmstead

After the last few eventful meals, we finally had a nice quiet breakfast. Austin was still excited to run anywhere and everywhere while the two women were eyeing me every now and then. Thankfully, they probably figured I wasn't in the mood to deal with any bullshit, so they left me alone. Small miracles. Now, Cassidy and I were on our way to a place where danger lurked inside.

"How many Priestesses are there?" I inquired.

"Just Priestess Arceana and Priestess Elincia. Why'd ya ask?"

Thinking about this, another question escaped my lips. "How many High Elves are there? From my understanding, they're rather scarce."

Cassidy glanced at me. "Still only two."

"Interesting that there are only two, don't you think? What happened to the rest of them?" We were on our way to Ayda's Library.

"What's with the sudden curiosity?" My redhead travel companion asked, and I shrugged in response. "Well, from ma understandin, no one knows what happened the High Elves. Some believe they're gifts from the Gods. Others think they're special Elves who were maybe a mix of different races." She shrugged. "Not sure ma-self." Then she glanced at me. "Why'd ya ask?"

Kicking up some dirt on the road, I replied. "Just had a strange run-in yesterday. I was probably just really tired." Was my vague reply.

Shrugging, the farm girl slapped me in the stomach under my armor. "Fair enough, but Ah'm surprised ya want ta deal with Ayda. Here Ah thought ya'd try ta avoid her at all costs."

"Why would I do that?" My playful tone got her to look at. "I already asserted my dominance. She should fall in line well enough."

"Ya clearly don't know Ayda as well as ya think ya do." Chuckling, Cassidy patted me on the back. "But ya go ahead and keep that mindset. See what happens."

"I was joking, but now I'm nervous.��

In a serious tone, Cassidy gave me a dead look. "Ya should be." Before I could respond, she entered the library by slamming the doors open. "Ayda! Ah brought Arthur!"

A small pop went off, and Ayda appeared before us via teleportation. "Arthur!" She said cheerfully. "It's so good to see you!" Ayda being Ayda, she cut me off before I could say anything. "So, now that you're here, there are a few things I'd like to go over with you!" Bouncing in place, her magic ignited, and she brought out another book of sorts.

"What's with the book?" I asked.

"It's a library, Arthur." Ayda replied with a roll of her eyes. "Ignore them for now!" She said as she waved my question away and got uncomfortably close. "My questions come first!" Moving to my side, the Elf grabbed my arm and lifted it. "No signs of burns or any other wounds from our battle, which means your healing rate is incredible!"

"I-" Reaching around with my other hand, Ayda used her magic to put it back in place.

Looking up at me, she continued. "Don't move! I'm not done!" Then she wrote in her book. "This is likely the reason for how I was healed so easily. A transferred healing agent through magic?" She shook her head. "Unlikely." Moving on to tapping my armor, the Elf smiled and clapped excitedly. "An unknown metal, unlike anything I've ever seen! It's incredible!

Grabbing both her hands, I stopped her, and I heard a chuckle from Cassidy. "Look, Ayda," My annoyance just made the redhead laugh more. "I said I'd answer questions. Not have you poke and prod at me all day! Now, before we continue, where is the book I requested?"

Opening her mouth, I put a finger over it. "Ya know that's just gonna make matters worse, right?" Cassidy questioned me.

"I want the book I was promised! Then, and only then, will I answer the rest of your questions to the best of my abilities." I told Ayda, and Cassidy, with a sideways glance. "Now, where's the fucking book?"

As if to irritate me, Ayda slowly raised her hand up from below, and in it was the book in question. "I don't play around with books, Arthur. You want a book; you'll get a book! Now, I want answers to my questions, and I'm going to get answers for my questions!"

"God damnit, Farro." I mumbled as she pulled me further into the library with a chuckling Cassidy following behind us.

The questions were rather generic. How did I fight so well? How did I get so strong? What was it like fighting Priestess Elincia? Where did I come from? Was anyone else with me? More questions ensued and it was a nightmare. There was little time for breaks between questions, and I didn't even answer most of them!

Eventually, I was able to finagle my way out of answering an unending wave of questions that I knew nothing about. Cassidy helped, and we headed back to the farm. It would be the perfect time for me to read because the redheaded farmer took Rennal home, and Austin was with Augustus. Closing the door to my room, I sat on the bed and began to read.

"History of the two Priestesses." The title read out. "The nation of Lestrania was formed under the guidance of Priestess Arceana and Priestess Elincia." I mumbled the first sentence.

Going over the book, I read feat after feat that the two had performed to build the nation and become the sole rulers. A small number of people even worshipped them as religious figures, but nothing that was official. Turns out, they were gifted to the leaders of the past. Just 'poof' out of thin air and were pretty much declared the future rulers of the land.

There were so many inconsistencies and issues with how things were presented that I almost had an aneurism reading the fucking thing. It wasn't overly long, or complicated, and gave a basic rundown on bullshit that I didn't believe most of. Two rulers in charge for so long with little to no issues or conflicts? I'll believe that when I see it with my own two eyes. With the book in one hand, I tapped it against the palm of my other one.

A knock at the door took me from my thoughts, and I turned to the door. "It's open."

Augustus opened the door and glance at me. "Arthur." He greeted and I nodded. "Was wonderin how it was going up here." I saw his gaze dart to my wrapped eye, and I realized he was being careful around me.

Holding up the book, I wiggled it for him. "Learning all kinds of stuff." Was my soft reply.

My response put him more at ease. "Ya finished yer reading?" The Elderly man asked with a smile.

"Yeah." I said, slightly disappointed.

"What'd ya think?" The elderly man inquired.

"I think I need to have a talk with the two Priestesses. Depending on what they say will determine whether or not I accept their offer. If they're willing to accept a few other terms as well." Was my answer.

Nodding in understanding, he smirked. "It's good for a man ta ask questions when he don't know somethin. How else he gonna learn?" It was a rhetorical question, and it made me smile.

Standing, I gestured to him. "Have an old hand show him how it's done." Was my answer. "Austin could've probably told you that."

Chuckling, Grandpa Reed put his hand on my shoulder. "That he could. Yer a funny one, Arthur. Make sure ya keep smilin in any situation. It helps." Giving me a more serious look, he continued. "Ah don't know what yer goin through, but Ah'll be honest, it's been nice ta have another man around." Patting my shoulder, he removed his hand. "Someone ta talk to."

"Not that we've talked much." I replied with a smirk.

"Maybe not, but ya did get naked on ma land, and that's somethin special too!" The old man laughed and then leaned towards me more seriously. "Don't do that with Cassidy near, ya hear me?"

���Wouldn't dream of it."

Giving a firm nod, Augustus looked at the book in my hands. "So, ya need ta talk ta the Priestesses?"

Shrugging, I replied. "Sort of. I'm in no hurry, but eventually…" Trailing off, Grandpa Reed whistled.

"Austin!" He called out.

From downstairs we heard the young boy call back. "Yeah, Grandpa?"

Giving me a look, the old man tapped my leg with his cane. "Arthur here needs ta talk ta the Priestesses! Think ya could go inform Kine or Greigh?"

"Ah'm on it, Grandpa!" We heard the front door shoot open and then close just as quick.

Gesturing for me to follow him, Augustus started heading downstairs. "Come on and have a seat with me in the kitchen. It'll be nice ta have that talk. Don't need ta be about nothin serious, but Ah would like ta know about how ya kicked my Granddaughter's patookus!"

That got me to give him a surprised look. "You want to hear about that?" Once in the kitchen, I sat at the table as he moved about.

He shrugged. "Not many could handle ma Cassidy, that's for sure. However, that don't mean she's invincible. Ayda is the only other student that can handle that granddaughter of mine in a tussle." Setting a cup down in front of me, he put another across the table in his spot. "Those students are somethin special, and the Priestesses have their eyes on em for some reason, but even the Town's Guard have had issues with ma Cassidy."

"She's attacked the Town's Guard?" I asked in disbelief.

Pouring us some tea, he sat down and waved his hand dismissively. "No! The Priestesses have had some of the officers try ta fight against their students. Only high-ranking officers stood a chance." Which now revealed why she was so cocky going into Greigh's office and leaning on his desk.

"I take it she beat Captain Greigh?" I inquired.

Chuckling, Augustus responded. "Not quite. That was a close one from what Ah heard, but Ah also heard he was holdin back so she wouldn't get hurt. She did, however, beat Sergeant Ziah handedly. There were a few more officers who put the students in place, but not many."

Smirking as I took a sip of the tea, I replied. "I'm glad we decided to have this talk."

"It's nice, ain't it?"

"It is." I confirmed.

Augustus Reed was a good man, and this was a nice family. I don't know why he didn't ask me about my eye, but I appreciated it. From what I could tell, no one was giving me any funny looks either. That told me he likely kept the information to himself, which made me smile softly as we sat there talking.

?????'s Point of View

Unknown Location

"Where are the Hunter Ghouls?" I asked my mass of shadows.

With as sharp a grin as ever, Tor replied. "Gone, my Queen. Cut down like cannon fodder."

I didn't move. "The Priestesses?"

A shake of his made the shadows in the room respond in kind. "No, someone new. Some 'thing' new."

"Did you see who was responsible?" Moving away from one of my test subjects, I walked in front of him. "How do you know it wasn't the Priestess?"

"I felt it. Its energy is dark and like a void. It was almost as if where they stood, everything in that area disappeared. No longer could I sense the Ghouls. They were simply… Gone." Tor replied.

Standing in front of him now, he bowed. "How powerful is this new creature?"

Tor considered my words. "It's no God. It would be closer to a demon, but unlike anything I've ever felt. Almost unworldly." My most trusted general smirked. "As for how strong it is, it's definitely powerful, but I've no doubt I could handle it." He said in a dark and expecting tone.

"You?" Was my surprised reply. "Surely this new being doesn't need our attention."

"I couldn't say one way or another, my Queen. However, its power is vast and able to easily overpower over a dozen Ghouls. Should we really risk sending an Ancient Demon or a different Demon Lord when I could deal with this now?"

"This concerns me. Normally you're not one to act unless I order it. You felt something that concerned you to the point of acting on your own…" Pausing, I considered the magnitude of the situation. "And if you suggested sending a Demon Lord, that tells me this creature is truly powerful."

How was it possible that there was a new being roaming around with the power to challenge a Demon Lord? Only two people come to mind that could challenge him, and neither were the Lestranian Priestesses. Tor could challenge a God and has, by my side. No God gave off the magic signature that he felt. However, all of this felt rather familiar. A frown came to my face, which caught Tor's attention.

Looking up at me, he spoke in a questioning tone. "My Queen?"

Holding up my hand, I stopped him from speaking, and I turned to my vats. "What if it's not a new enemy," I began and moved closer to my pet project. "But an old one?" My question received no reply. "This enemy sounds familiar. Find 'him' and report back to me after you've verified that it is indeed the being who killed my Ghouls."

He nodded at my orders. "At once!"

"Tor!" I called to stop him. "Be careful. If it is who I think it is, he is no ordinary man." Placing my forehead against the glass of the vat, I stared into the green goo. "Proceed with caution and make sure you get a good enough look to tell me a general description of him."

"Anything in specific I should be wary of?" My shadowy Demon inquired.

Turning from my project, I stared at him emotionlessly. "His eyes."

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The new goal for this week is to hit 700 Power Stones again for another extra chapter! If we hit 750, I will release an additional bonus chapter for hitting that goal as well! We know we can hit 700, but can we hit 750? Let's find out! Hope you guys are still looking forward to the coming chapters!

When a man finds himself in the presence of absolute power, what will he do? Dying has already happened, but he wasn't given permission and the creature responsible finds his tragedy amusing. Forcing him to continue his life in a new world, he is given an unknown task that must be completed if he ever wishes to rest.

The next morning Leon walked with the pouch full of gold in one hand. He had the bottle in his pocket. 

"I need to finish most of my today so I can leave tomorrow."

Originally he had planned to go out today, but because of the bottle he changed his plan. 

In the town Leon headed 
...

In his past life because of his high talent in the Fire element. Leon was able to easily learn blacksmithing, and even became a Master Blacksmith. But he mainly used it to repair his own weapons, and sometimes forge in time of need. He never focused on blacksmithing but it was good for making money and such. 

Leon he would soon need an excuse for leaving the house constantly. So he planned on using blacksmithing as this excuse.

Leon reached a building. It kept with the theme of the town, with a red exterior, and heat flowering out of the building, it blended in nicely with the town.

The building had a huge sign hanged at the front, written in absolute elegance on it was <Everlasting Smithy>. The Calligraphy had dominance and showed that it was done by master of the art. This building was one of the most important feature of the town- second only to the fire tower.

The inside had a few people talking with each other. Leon went up to the counter. A lady sat there looking down, she seemed to be filling in some type of papers. 

"I want to practice some blacksmithing. I know that with the Flamesmith family token I could use the smithy for 3 days without paying", said Leon as he put his token on the counter. This was something all members knew but souls barely use this privilege.

The true origin of the Flamesmith clan was in blacksmithing but it's inheritance was lost and its history was lost. Now only a few people still practiced blacksmithing. 

The lady looked at the token, she then without even looking at Leon took out a key and placed it on the table and went back to the papers as she said "Yes, here is the key to room number 14, you can stay there for three days."

"Does the smithy also metals and beast blood? If you they do could you tell me where." Leon asked. This was his first time visiting this smithy. He had barely spent time in this town, as he had to stay in the tower.

The lady stopped what she was doing and looked at Leon, "Through that door, then take the first right, you'll find a shop." 

"Thanks." Leon then made his way to the shop. 

Metals and beast blood were the most basic materials for blacksmithing. 

At the shop Leon used 10 gold to buy a kilogram of <Black Refined Steel> and a tube of lowest grade shadow beast blood.

Leon entered room fourteen and locked the door. The room was small with just a forge, table and hammer.

He then went up to the forge and sparked it on fire. "The fire is lower quality then I thought." 

Leon sat in front of the forge in a meditation position. He closed his eyes. And inched his hand towards the flame. When he was barely touching it a spark landed on his hand igniting it. The flame danced up his arm engulfing it. 

But if you looked closely you would see a thin layer of red stopping it from touching his skin. 

"With my slaughter qi and control from my past life I should be able to forge." 

blacksmithing was a complicated process. People would have specialised beasts contracted to help them. Then you would need high talent in the Fire element as well. 

This was just for making the body of weapons, if you wanted to make weapons actually used by Summoners you would need to engrave the weapon with runes. This would give the weapon special abilities and make it worth using. 

When this was completed the weapon formed was called a <Runic Weapon>. These weapons were also ranked by the main rune engraved. Such as a weapon with a <Tier 1> rune you would be able to form a <Tier 1 Runic Weapon>.

He then went to the side of the forge and raised the temperature of the flame to the maximum. Feeling the rise Leon muttered 

"Just a little hotter, I should be able to handle it."

Leon took out the items he bought from the l shop. He poured metals into the forge and controlled the fire through a crystal like diamond embedded into the forge.

Touching the diamond Leon, laughed at himself in pity. "Someone who was known as the king of fire can't even control a small forge flame. Laughable." Leon lamented. 

The flames woke up. It roared and crackled as it formed a weave around the <Black Refined Steel>. It shrunk and concentrated focusing its heat to dissolve the ore. Like a conductor to his orchestra the flame bellowed at every hand movement. 

Leon was sweating steam and glowed red. However his exquisite control never faltered. With eyes locked and a face filled with glee he continued to direct.

The fire floated in the form of a spinning sphere with a core of molten metal. Spits of flame popped out as the sphere spun faster. It compressed until it was shiny. The heat coming off was intense. So much so that the tables and walls in the room were melting.

Leon grabbed the hammer and hit it into the ball of flame. A ding resounded. He continued this grueling task with each hit getting faster. The speed was so high that the hammers kindled. Forming dragons from the flame. The fire spread and like a king who had got his crown it attached Leon and dressed him in its attire.

...

While Leon was in his trance at the front of the smithy a man walks in. He had a badge on his chest. Bronze in colour and with a forging hammer engraved on it. The man dressed well and held his head high in pride. His chest puffed out as if to make sure everyone saw the badge.

The lady at the front of the store looks at the man with a stunned expression and says" Good morning, Sir Tor, would you like the usual room,"

The man responded "Yes."

The lady already holding the key escorted the man down the hall to his room. As he walked by a room he felt a strong heat from the room next to him. "The Blacksmith must be using the maximum temperature of fire. He must be very skilled, almost as much as me." He thought.

"Oh, who is in room fourteen?" the man says acting as if he is mildly surprised.

"Sir, it should be a twelve year old child from the Flamesmith clan, his name should be Leon" the lady said with a confused look, she wondered why Mr Tor asked her this.

"A Flamesmith member, you mean those disgraces... wait, did you say twelve year old?"

"Yes Mr Tor, his Clan token did say twelve years old."

"You fool open the door! He must be cooking himself alive in there, can't you feel the strong fire energy coming till here. Even I would have difficulty in controlling such a flame, much less a twelve year old kid." He loudly exclaimed.

The lady was now shocked as well, she quickly took out a master key and unlocked the door.

Leon inside the room still in his trance started to finish of the long sword he was creating. He heard the door start to unlock, which snapped him out of his trance. In a moment of fake anger he swung his sword at the door launching a slash of fire on the wall next to it.

The lady already on the floor behind Mr Tor. "I've never been so close to death " she thought. 

As for Mr Tor he quickly spoke without giving Leon a chance to speak. "I'm sorry master Blacksmith, I did not think I would see an esteemed person like you in this place, please accept my apology."

Leon looking a little less angry and started appraising the sword he created. "Even pigs wouldn't enter a room while someone forges, to think that an apprentice blacksmith like you can't even do something so simple. Death can't cure such idiocy. So tell me, how do I know you are truly sorry? Any second earliar I would have lost control of the flame and died myself." Leon finally said his true motive "if words could solve all problems we wouldn't have wars." He said as his eyes turn evil.

Mr Tor knowing what's coming, with clenched teeth said "Sir, is there anything I can do to show my sincerity." Internally he couldn't help but think 'are all kids this guile'.

Leon looked at Mr Tor's badge and like a rich man to a butler he started to list things casually, " Actually I don't have any money on me so could you rent a higher grade forge room, and also have these materials ready for me in two days when I return. I want all of them. I went a little easy and made sure it was things that the smithy has in store." Leon said as he handed him a paper. 

"Finally, for today I want a steak of Flame beast meat, medium rare, also get me some of the Fire Drinks special, Fire breath they recently added to the menu. Don't forget to pay for the fixing of the wall as well." 

Mr Tor with a smile that was an attempt to stop himself from crying said "no problem sir, but may I ask your name and age"

"Leon, twelves years old." said Leon as he starts packing his things up.

Mr Tor's smile turns aurhentic, he stated "Miss Sasha quickly set one of the best rooms for this young master."

Sasha still dazed at what just happened instinctively agreed, "right away Sir!" but stayed standing in place.

Mr Tor closed the door and continued to walk to his own room. Miss Sasha earned up the courage and asked "Mr Tang, are you sure he is a master blacksmith?"

"You didn't see. When we opened the door his entire body was on fire, he should have been in the man and fire as one state that only master blacksmiths can achieve. Even if he isn't a master blacksmith now he should soon become one. Also the sword he created was a high grade human weapon that was made of the trashiest materials I have ever seen. That boy is very skilled."

"But to take such a hearing from a kid if this got out your image would be ruined."

Mr Tor glared at Miss Sasha , "first of all, no one else will know this, right Miss Sasha." She gestures that her lips are zipped.

"In the end I did disturb him. What he said was right even if he did kill me no one would say anything. The blacksmith association would happily accept the reason and would try to have him join them instead, with such talent the association would treat him as a treasure."

Miss Sasha was left shocked reminding herself to be much more respectful next time. She quickly set a room up for Leon to use. As Mr Tor prepared the other things.

...


Now in room seven, one of the five higher grade rooms in the whole smithy. Miss Sasha said with a smile plastered on "Sir, Mr Tor told me tell you, that you can use this room for as long as you want, he would foot the bill. As for the meal it will be delivered to you in a minute, all the other things will be given to you in two days." She waited at the door.

Leon looked at the room. Much bigger than before it had marble tables engraved with gold. The forge had more temperatures to it as well. There were an array of different tools each polished or sharpened. Satisfied Leon dismissed Miss Sasha. 

"Here's your food, Thank you. Bye." He left the food on the table and scurried away.

Leon went picked up the food and locked the door.

He touched his stomach. His body felt hungry. He hadn't eaten for a while. He wasn't planning on eating soon either. He wanted to make his body starve and so when he fed it the fire energised food they would have a better impact. The fire energy would also refine his body and awaken his affinity. 

Back to blacksmithing. 

...

Mr Tor in room number two is sitting with his hand supporting his chin. As he stares at a dagger he just made. Miss Sasha stood behind him with patience. He finally spoke "so have found out more about the boy?"

Miss Wu answers, "No, I just learned through sources that Leon, is a trash of the family who hasn't awakened a soul book even at the age of twelve, it is expected that he will never awaken a soul book because of a soul injury he suffered when young."

"What kind of incompetent sources are you getting information from! I knew I should have just found out about it myself... Well, Miss Sasha the 'sources' of yours are clearly wrong. He clearly has much higher talent than a normal person, let's not even think about trash." He then mumbled, "Is the Flamesmith clan planning on making a come back to the world of blacksmithing..." He turned, "Miss Wu you should continue your information search but do it as secretly as possible."

Mr Tor then said to himself, "I've already sent a letter to master. He should be coming here soon as well."

...

Leon could be seen with two thin throwing knives. They were a dark silver like iron. Starting from the point of the blade it widened downwards then tainted again to the handel which was smooth and had a hole at its end. 

"Now to add the runes."

Leon found an engraver, it was a pen like object with a blade at its end. 

Leon dipped it into the shadow beast blood he bought and started drawing on the knives. He quickly drew a single rune, <Shadow Blink>.

However the rune didn't activate, the <Shadow Blink> rune was a <Tier 4> rune, So it needed immense amount of shadow energy to work. Leon took out the tube in his pocket. 

It was the rune enhancing fluid. He poured the liquid in equal amounts on both knives. The fluid was absorbed and the dark red runes turned completely black.

Leon picked up the two knives and checkered that everything was perfect. After looking at from all the ways he was satisfied.

"With this I have another card up my sleeves." Leon thought as he left the smithy. Close by he found someone to make a holder for the knives. He got a black leather sheath for both of them. 

He wore both the sheaths to the right of his was waist. 

Leon then went around the town and spent the rest of the 300 gold.

Long ago beast and humans were living together in harmony. 

But all changed the demons broke through dimensions and attacked. 

They killed and spread chaos. 

The beast divided into two. One faction joined the humans while the other allied with the Demons. 

The humans and beast formed contracts to cultivate together to grow stronger faster. 

Through many sacrifices they banished the demons from the world.

Now millions of years later. 

In a small town a boy was born. He spent his life in pain, misery and war. Through the worst of fates he was killed by his own beast. 

He was given another chance by mysterious means and was brought back in time.

"Revenge will be so... sweet."

I exhaled loudly using my mouth. I glared at the man who just placed a bowl in front of me. 

I pouted. "Lugaw again?" 

He smiled annoyingly and sat on the table. "Sorry but you need to eat lugaw for the mean time. Since you haven't eaten anything for days, mas makakabuti sa digestive system mo ang pagkain ng soft foods." He pointed the other man in front of him. "Kung pwede ka nang kumain ng proper foods, si Tor pa mismo ang magluluto ng makakain mo"

Pasimple kong tinignan si Tor na nasa kanan ko at tahimik lang na kumakain. Kanina pa niya ako hindi pinapansin, kahit tapunan man lang ng tingin ay hindi niya nagawa. I can't help myself to roll my eyes. 

He looks really worried about me last night but now, he's treating me coldly again. Nakaka-asar.

"Oh, is your head okay? You should call me if you experience headaches. Your handsome doctor will come right away! Hindi mo rin dapat pilitin ang sarili mong maka-alala, makakasama sa'yo at baka hindi na bumalik ang ibang memories mo."

"Don't worry, I'm not forcing myself. Sumakit lang yung ulo ko kagabi dahil sa panaginip ko, but I'm totally fine now." I smiled at Anthony. 

"Huh? What did you dream about? Bakit naman sumakit ang ulo mo?" He curiously asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't really remember." But I feel like it's something important in my life.

"Well, most of the dreams naman ay agad nakakalimutan 'pag nagising ang isang tao." 

Biglang tumayo si Tor. Sinundan ko siya nang tingin. Inilagay niya ang ginamit niyang plato sa lababo at umalis ng kusina. 

Nabaling ang tingin ko kay Anthony nang magsalita ito. "Anyways, tomorrow you need to come with me in the clinic. I need to run some test again." 

I looked at my right hand that is covered by bandages. "Tatangalin mo na ba yung benda nito?" I raised my right arm.

"We'll see." He playfully said.

Nakakainis. Ilang araw nang naka-benda ang kamay ko. I want to be helpful in this house but I can't do anything useful because of this damn hand.

When I finished eating my lunch, inaya ako ni Anthony na lumabas ng bahay para magpahangin. We went outside and saw Tor busily hanging some fish to dry. 

I looked up, the sky is clear today, may mga kaunting ulap pero makikita pa rin ang asul na kulay ng langit. Unlike the other days, walang tigil ang malakas na pag-ulan. 

"Huy, why aren't you helping him?" Kinalabit ko si Anthony na naka-upo sa tabi ko.

Napatawa naman siya. "Help who? Tor?" He crossed his arms and looked at me. "Why would I?" 

My forehead creased. I thought these two are friends. They live in the same house. Nakapagtataka lang ang naging reaksiyon niya. 

Hindi na ako nagsalita pa. Their relationship, I think it's more complicated than I thought. 

"You should not worry yourself with those kind of thoughts. Mas lalo ka lang maii-stress. I told you many times, stress ang dahilan kung bakit ka nagka-amnesia."

I sighed. I can't stop myself from thinking. Lagi na lang akong curious sa mga bagay sa paligid ko. I wonder kung ganito rin ba ako dati, or maybe, epekto lang ng nangyari sa akin.












I was busy reading a book that I borrowed from Anthony when he called me in the kitchen. Paglabas ko nang kwarto ay nakita ko si Tor na may kinakalikot sa mesa. 

I looked closely and saw a metal box. 

InsiderS. It was written in front of the box. 

"What's that?" 

Napa-angat ang tingin ni Tor nang magsalita ako. He looked at me with his jet black eyes. Ibinaba niya ang box sa lamesa. 

"Is this yours? I'm really curious, what's your real agenda here in this island?" His words were cold and sharp.

Napalunok ako. "I don't know..." 

"Bullshit!" He stood up and grabbed my shoulders. I winced in pain. "I want to know! Tell me the truth!" 

He looks really mad. I don't know what to do. Mas humigpit pa ang pagkakahawak niya sa balikat ko. I bit my lower lip when I felt my eyes starting to get wet. I lowered my head. I don't want him to see me crying.

"I... I don't really know" Mahina kong sambit. 

"Fuck this!" He let go of my shoulders and stormed out of the house. 

Hindi ko na napigilan at bumuhos na ang mga luhang kanina pa nagbabadyang tumulo. I looked at my side and saw Anthony standing still. Iniwas ko ang tingin sa kanya at pinunasan ang aking luha. 

"He's just frustrated. Babalik din 'yon mamaya." Umupo siya sa lamesa at itinaas ang box na hawak ni Tor kanina. "He saw this earlier. Malapit sa pampang kung saan ka nakita nila Buknoy." 

Ano naman? Hindi ko naman alam kung sa akin ba ang box na 'yan. At kung sa akin nga talaga 'yon, hindi ko naman alam ang laman no'n. 

I feel so wronged. Wala naman talaga akong alam! Pupwede naman niya akong kausapin ng maayos pero nagalit agad siya!

Hinablot ko ang box at inusisa iyon. I tried opening it but I failed. 

"Kailangan ng pin." Itinuro niya iyon. "You can only open this if you know the pin. Pwede rin namang sirain na lang, pero hindi natin alam kung ano ang nasa loob."

"Why did he get mad? Because of this box?" I placed it in the table. 

Itinuro ni Anthony ang nakasulat sa box. I looked at him with confusion. 

"InsiderS? Ano ba 'yun?" 

"Press. If this is really yours, then it's either your working for the press or you stole it from someone." He crossed his arms. "But if your really from the press, why would you come all the way from here Miss Joyce Caroline Jimenez?"

Napahawak ako sa ulo ko nang bigla akong nakaramdam ng sakit. Damn, headaches again! 

Miss Joyce Caroline Jimenez

Miss Joyce Caroline Jimenez

Miss Joyce Caroline Jimenez



"Miss Joyce Caroline Jimenez!" Tumayo ako nang marinig kong tawagin ang pangalan ko. 

I walked at the end of the hallway and entered the room. I sat down on the empty chair and stared at the man in front of me.

"So you made a mess again Miss Jimenez." 

Napairap na lang ako sa sinabi niya. What's the point of stating the obvious? 

"Sabihin niyo na lang po kung ilang araw akong masususpend. I don't want to waste my time with your counseling." 

He slammed the table and looked at me angrily. 

Muntikan na akong matawa nang makita ang mukha niyang galit na naman dahil sa akin. Mabuti na lang at napigilan ko ang sarili ko. If ever na tumawa kasi ako, I'm sure na mas malala pa ang magiging parusa ko. 

"This is your second time in this month getting in to trouble! You don't even look bothered at all! Ano na naman ang sasabihin ko sa parents mo?"

"Mr. Principal, you shouldn't waste your energy on me. For godness sake, I'm not the one who initiated the fight. They're the ones who started the fight, I just finished it." Prenteng sabi ko.

After many prep talks, pinaalis niya rin ako at binigyan lang ng dalawang araw na suspension. 

Nang makalabas ako sa Principal's Office, nagulat ako nang makita ko ang isang lalaki na nakasandal sa pader. Lumapit ito sa akin nang makita niya ako.

"You're always getting in trouble!" Pinitik niya ang noo ko. 

Masama ko siyang tinignan. "Why are you here? Don't tell me your also in trouble?" 

"Pumunta ako agad dito nang marnig ko sila Dexter na pinag-uusapan ka. I know that you will be here first." He grabbed my hand at hinatak ako papunta sa clinic. 

"Your mother will make a fuss again once she sees your face." He said while finding something.

Naupo ako sa kama. "Kasalanan mo 'to eh." Bulong ko.

"Why me?" Napa-angat ako ng tingin ng sabihin niya iyon.

Shit. Narinig niya. "Kung hindi mo sana ako iniwan kaninang lunch, hindi sana ako nakipag-away." I rolled my eyes.

He started treating my wound in my cheeks. I winced in pain everytime he put some ointment.

Damn that bitch! Her nails are too sharp! Hindi ata 'yon marunong gumamit ng nail cutter. 

"Ano bang nangyari at bakit ka nakipag-away?" He stopped and look at me with a serious face.

"She spilled my milk!" I pouted. "I was so pissed but I stopped myself from slapping her, but that bitch suddenly grabbed my hair." 

Hay! Everytime I remember her face, I want to break every bones in her body! I'm so pissed! Ngayong naalala ko na naman, lalo lamg akong naiinis!

He sighed. "It's a good thing that you know how to fight back but, you broke her right arm. You crossed over the line. Hindi na 'yon matatawag na self-defense."

Napataas ang kilay ko. "Are you siding on her? Hindi mo ba narinig yung sinabi ko?! She. Grabbed. My. Hair! She started it first!"

Tumayo ako at tinabig ang kamay niya. Now I'm so, so, so, so pissed! 

"I'm not siding with her Sof. I'm just worried about you. What if ma-expel ka kung magreklamo ang parents niya?" 

My eyes widen when he hugged me tightly. My heart, stopped from pumping. I was so shocked! 

"If ever ma-expel ka, we won't be able to study in the same school. I don't want that to happen, okay?" 

I looked up to see his face but my vision suddenly became blurry.

His face, I want to see it...









"Hey, you okay?" 

Napabalik ako sa ulirat nang tapikin ako ni Anthony. 

His face... I forgot his face. I closed my eyes tightly at pilit na inalala ang mukha niya. I need to remember. I want to remember. 

The feeling that I've got when he hugged me. It's something that I can never forget. That's why I need to remember his face! But this damn brain is not helping!

"You should sit first." Ipina-upo niya ako sa bakanteng upuan at pinainom ng tubig.

I clutched my chest. "I... I just remembered something." Tinignan ko siya sa mata.

Interesado siyang tumingin sa akin. "Really? Tell me. I'm curious."

Caroline got lost in her own memories. Waking up one day, she is in an unknown island and she can't remember anything. 

She want to know the reason why is she in that island. Little did she know, the reason is just near her.

"What if I disagree?"

They looked at each other and sat anyway. How rude!

They sat down around the table. The other Jon was in front of me, his brother on the left and the other man on the right.

"I am Tor, this is my brother Jon and that is my friend Glemt. We are sorry for rudely eavesdropping and the thing just now!"

"Not accepted!"

"Haha 'cheeky brat'! That was some aggressive aura just now! How did you develop it?"

"I don't know what do you mean by Aura, that was just a spell!"

"""A spell!"""

The trio were surprised for some reason.

"To think you can make an aura with magic! This is impressive!"

"Nope, just some illusions!"

The men were taken aback again, the man called Glemt spoke "Illusion? That explains the range of effect."

Through this exchange I could see some parts of their faces! I am not sure of the races just yet.

Glemt was not tall like most Nords even though his name was Nordic, he had a skin that made me think he may be an Imperial with some facial hair, he looked the oldest. I couldn't decide his race though.

Tor was a Nord, his manner of speaking and height gave off a bit of that, his hair couldn't be seen but I guess it's a bit between red and brown. Also I am sure his name was fake, his eye contact wasn't steady when he said it.

The man named Jon is actually the most mysterious one. It was hard to tell his accent as he was quite. His skin is pale and he is tall. Still, I feel like his blue eyes are very perceptive. He is like a hawk.

"I was also surprised, being a milk drinker and releasing Aura would be a bit unnatural!" Tor said.

"From what you say I guess that 'Aura' is not the casting technique I am familiar with! What is it?"

"Hmmm! It's not easy to explain for a youngster!" Glemt said and unlike Tor, he was polite, "It's like manifesting the fighting spirit inside one's body into an actual force that affects morales, and actually gives strength in combat! Doing so can give a hint of the style used by the person who released the Aura."

Hmmm! Something like that exists? But, "Isn't this similar to War Cry? The power that can be released by the heroic Nords?"

"You can say that! Few people can use 'War Cry', but those who can use it, are definitely able to release an aura." Tor said.

Hmmm! I thought so.

"This means that Tor is a swordsman with a fiendish style, Glemt is some sort of a Battlemage and Old Jon is a Fire Mage!"

"Correct!" Glemt said.

"Fiendish!" Tor grumbled.

"Old!" Old Jon was clearly dissatisfied with it.

"Deal with it, I am also dealing with 'Young' Jon as long as you are around."

"Hehe!" Old Jon laughed quietly and shook his head.

"Anyway, what's your business with me! I have a crew to gather!"

"A crew? Kid! How did you own a ship?" Tor was taking the role of the talkative!

"I thought you heard everything!"

"Clearly not! We only got interested in how you would hit on the lass!"

"Lass! You mean Mjoll? Come on!" And here I thought they were some shady people, they only got interested when I talked to Mjoll.

Sigh! Dirty old men!

"You were asking about the ship! Well, I killed all the pirates on it and it became mine!"

"Killed! How many?" Tor asked.

"Don't know! They were a lot." I said, remembering what happened makes my mood gloomy, "Ask my servant! She's into counting the dead and all that!"

I took my tankard and emptied it in one go.

"Are.. you alright?" Strange enough, Old Jon broke his vow of silence and spoke.

"I am. Not the first time."

They also drank from the tankards they brought with them.

"Tell me Young Jon! I am sorry for asking about your private matters but that thing about Winterhold, is it serious?" Tor asked.

"Hmm? People are dying on the streets! Of course it is serious."

"No, not that. I meant you going against the authority?"

Hmmm!

"Authority? Who gives the right of the authority? The king? The bloodline?" I asked, "It's nothing but formalities. Things mortals created to feel good about themselves! To feel satisfied being on top of one another. The ones who are the source of all authorities are the people if they realized it."

"But without rulers, people will suffer." Old Jon said.

"Because of what? How wise rulers are? They were only prepared to rule and to think for the people. The moment they stop thinking for the people everything crumbles. The moment greed takes over how many friendships to be cut, loved ones to lost, families to be ruined." I said and they turned grim one after the other.

"You see what is wrong? They degraded people and monopolized both opinion and thinking for themselves. They put limits on everything to shackle life into what they see as Order and force others to abide it as law."

"But isn't Order the way man should follow and live with? Without Order man is just but another animal." Old Jon said.

"True and I agree completely! But that depends on how much man can comprehend and think! To beasts, living in human settlements is chaotic but to man it's Order. The more a man can utilize his ability to think, the more his notion of Order widens. To degrade men, suppress their ability to think, the Chaos will drive them into the small area they think of as Order. That's how people govern people, not by Order, but by Chaos, by illusion, by making them think of what they want them to think. Make one busy with gathering barely enough money to support himself and all he will think about is how to live day by day, he will never look at the future because that will be stepping into the dark unknown area, the Chaos, his Order will be what those who rule him want it to be. A wise man once said, "Order is but an Illusion, what is Order for a spider is Chaos for a fly."

"Who said that?" Tor asked.

"Me, just now!" I said.

The trio were baffled by my shameless.

"After all, what are you really after?" Glemt asked.

"Unlike what people think,  Order is no opposite to Chaos. It's only the small territory we conquered in Chaos. What I am after is to conquer more. I won't lord over anyone neither do I have the time to do so. I will just give people a hand while benefiting myself. Maybe it can give me the feeling of accomplishment and build up a place I want my children to live in."

I didn't say anything after it. Truthfully speaking, I may have talked a lot but nothing of my ideals is a secret. Also these guys are strong, I can't tell how strong they are but I am no match. They didn't show any bad intentions towards me. On the contrary, they were worried. Not about my plan but about that Aura thing.

I still haven't comprehended it yet but it seems that the Aura is affected by one's mentality. I used a spell full of madness and negativity that made them feel worried if my mentality is affected by that. My mentality is clear as ever though, I am just very perceptive when it comes to energy that I could counter the energy of Aura with a spell. After all, everything is Magicka.

"So, won't those ideals of yours be a thing that some people may not see beneficial and try to fight!" Tor asked.

"Indeed, fights will occur to stop it, I am not exactly optimistic about it myself but I want to think of myself as doing my part! Also, as people will see it as a threat, some will see it as a future and will embrace it. When you give the people heroes, they might live in harmony as long as the heroes are living among them. But if you give people an idea, they will follow it, put their faith in it, fight and die for it."

"So you are saying heroes are not necessary?" Tor asked in dissatisfaction!

"They are, when the time of heroes comes. But for everyday, world should survive on its own. As you see, world doesn't need heroes, it needs professionals! And no crisis shall ever rise to begin with! After all, it's for the future!"

"... Future! Sigh!"

I could feel that Old Jon was in an emotional roller coaster when he said 'Future!' and sighed. The man seemed to be having it hard.

"Sorry for taking your time Young Jon, I think it's time for us to head out!" Old Jon said and stood, "I hope we meet each other once again!"

I stood for him and shook his hand, "Likewise Old Jon!"

"See you kid." Tor said and bunched my shoulder.

"Farewell!"

They walked together and left the inn!

"....."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The people in the inn were still wary of me. They knew that I was in some power contest with the other three. The presence of Aura can be felt by normal senses just fine but as it wasn't directed at people, no one really minded it. They only felt these people are no regular folk.

Me, on the other hand, used a spell that worked like the Aura so people thought of me as some crazy monster. I heard some of them saying that I won against the three men in hoods alone.

Mjoll said she sensed something and came running but she was afraid to step into the conversation especially when she felt my Aura.

Ongeim said that the boys he brought were frightened by my Aura and will not argue about anything but they are just too afraid to come unless I call for them.

I guess I did a score here. I'll improve that spell no matter what!

Jullanar who was acting during my absence in the ship also came to the inn and reported that the repairs are almost complete.

I went and talked with the sailors Ongeim brought! Most of them were young but experienced sailors, I tried to be friendly enough without breaking the air of the Captain and it didn't really work. Still, they eased up a bit when I ordered drinks for them.

Jullanar wrote the names of the sailors and everything was in order. Two cooks, a navigators, a charter, two carpenters, the rest were five warriors. Ongeim will be my quartermaster, Jull will be Jull, Trudvar will be my guard, Mjoll will be my guard too and the one who will do the intimidating. I, the Captain, the Healer, and the Battle Mage.

I also payed two silvers upfront as a bonus of starting the job. They have half a day two get what they need and be on the ship!

Ongeim took me around the town and we bought tons of arrows as well as some weapons and many other necessities! I also had a shoping list for Nurina and it was nothing easy to carry alone, I hired people to carry the stuff to the ship.

By nightfall, the ship was loaded and the repairs made it look like a new one. The 'Alexandria' was a small but an elegant ship.

Adding few lanterns here and there gave it a good vibe, I also made sure that everything is taken care off before heading to my cabin.

My cabin! Ah! What a transformation! I must admit, I love luxury! I brought a big sized bed and the comfiest furniture that can fit in.

I also bought some maps and new navigation gear, my navigation skills are not that great but it's okay for traveling not far from the coast.

I also bought every sailing book in town!

Let's see what else is here before we miss anything.

Arcane Table for enchanting, Check!

Alchemy Station, Check!

Luggage, Check!

Julls, Check!

My reading material, Check!

Chest for valuables, Check!

Every piece is where it is supposed to be! Ah, it was never this tidy in my past life.

Now, to bed.

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Next morning!

I was standing behind the wheel!

Five sailors were being punished in the very morning. Why? Four overslept and one slept on guarding duty.

What is the punishment you ask?

Simple!

Ice Bucket Challenge!

I call it that but it is like this, these guys will stand naked (in underwears of course) and pour ice cold water from the sea on themselves. Ten buckets or ten whips, those who start can't stop because whips on cold bodies is a heavenly kind of pain! Of course one can stop any time but will have to take the rest of the buckets as whips. Even though these guys are Nords, cold sea water in the morning is a bit too much.

The sun started rising and everything was going fine. Dragging the ship out was also the sailors job but we pay few coppers for dock workers to help.

Now, the ship was on water and we have nothing left but to open the sails to the wind.

Few minutes later, the 'Alexandria' was back in the sea and heading east to the direction of Winterhold. Our destination is Hob's Fall Cave.

Hob's Fall cave was right on the coast just after an island called Yngvild, we took the short narrow path between the small islands near the coast. Truthfully speaking, I was worried of being followed so my plan was to hide the ship somewhere like here.

After six hours, I could see the terrain of the cave I am familiar with, my navigator also confirmed the location.

I insisted to hide the ship from sight. There was a small hill near the coast that can do the job and it was surrounded by small pieces of land. Even though the area was shallow, my detection scaned it for the best way out.

Now, we are very well ready to go down. Trudvar will stay with the ship along with other sailors. Me, Julls, Mjoll, Ongeim and three sailors who were good fighters took the ship's boat to the land.

Hob's Fall Cave is at the end of a path enclosed by sheer walls of ice, which starts at the shoreline to the northeast and ends at the entrance.

Everything was so far so good, I was worried about any beasts in the area but...

'Tek'

"Dammit!"

"What's wrong?" Mjoll said.

"A troll! At the entrance of the cave!"

I said and evoked the 'Fireball' spell. I hate trolls when they are alive, three eyes and crazy strength. What is more ridiculous is their regeneration! I remember playing as a warrior and going against a troll once. Dumbfuck healed like crazy after every hit.

"Ongeim, Mjoll use shields and pin it! The rest go with spears. Jull, shoot to its eyes without making it see you!"

The troll emerged near the entrance and started to make warning roars to the intruders! This is an Ice Troll. I cannot believe I extracted an essence from this thing to buff my bedroom prowess but I think the trolls' regeneration is what made it a fearsome extract.

Trolls themselves are ugly fucks. Gorilla-like creatures with three eyes and evil looking heads, their bodies are stringy with muscles but mostly covered in fur, their shoulders and heads have many bone spurs that makes a clash with them is a bad idea, their hands are the most problematic thing. They have three fingers each with claws like steel.

This combination of fearsomeness and incarnation of manhood is raoring and rushing against us.

There is only one weakness the trolls have. It's Fire! And this young and handsome man is called Jonhild Fire-Mane!

One more thing!

They guys around me are nervous let's give them a good buff.

I haven't used this in ages.

'War Cry!'

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The experts of Tor City converged onto the Palace. Each and every one of their souls were shaken. Never in their lives had they felt so inferior. 
One had to understand that until now, the fiercest awakening these so-called experts had ever experienced was that of a Heaven Grade talent, and even that occurred several dozen generations ago. On the day that occurred, the auspicious signs lasted for but a few minutes before dissipating into nothingness. Still, it had a profound impact on them all. 
However, Ryu's awakening made that moment seem like a story retold in a children's book – petty, shallow and uninteresting. Even hours later, the dark clouds showed no sign of revealing the rays of the sun. In fact, Ryu's courtyard was in absolute shambles. How could the momentum of a talent meant to be born on the highest Immortal Plane be contained by the likes of a mortal Plane? 
The King, his Imperial Censors, the Pillar Heads, the Princes and even the King's wife and concubines stood in the vast wasteland that had once been Ryu's home. Aside from a stain of pungent, rotting blood that sat unscathed at its center, just a few paces from a now evaporated lakebed, there was nothing left. Not even Ryu's shadow could be seen. 
Of those in attendance, the only one who hadn't paled in fear was Second Prince Jedrek who had his usual lazy expression plastered on his handsome, but lanky, features. 
Ryu had left without a word. There was no note, no promise of revenge, not even a cold glare to hang their hats on. The only thing that replayed in their minds again and again was the enraged roar that shook the capital. It wasn't a roar of a defeated man, it was the roar of a man who had woken up, one that would destroy everything in his path for the sake of his goals. 
Not a single soul here didn't understand just how talented Little Ryu was, but should it matter how talented a young man was if he was suppressed since his youth? How could he grow? 
Time and time again, they had stamped out his will to live. They tormented him, humiliated him, pushed him to the edge without regard for familial ties of love. Now, they stood trembling in fear. Cold sweats matted their backs and panic shook their souls. Not a single one of them could bring themselves to say a word even after several hours. 
At some point, the two Princesses who had been preparing to head back to the Sect, hoping to never have to come back and face their young brother, had no choice but to rush back. When they saw the scene before them, they instantly paled. They too had heard the roar and they too were members of the cultivation world. Did they need any of these things explained to them? 
It was in that moment that Patriarch Agnes lost his mind. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY GRANDSON, YOU BASTARDS?! WAS HE NOT A CRIPPLE?! WAS HE NOT UNABLE TO CULTIVATE?! WAS HE NOT USELESS?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" 
The old man's words were like a puncture through an already unsteady dam, unleashing a wave of pain and blood. Third Concubine Leilani could only fall to the floor, grasping her frail head as she seemed to age several decades in a mere moment. She could do nothing as her father was beaten savagely by the Death Guard Bhishak. 
They hadn't believed in the little boy before, but now an incoherent regret caused them to lose touch with reality. If old man Agnes hadn't been restrained by the former General, it was certain that this matter wouldn't have ended with a mere beating. He was allowed to live simply because of the rarity of the matter and the fact the King was truly wrong. But he didn't escape several broken bones and a pain his old bones could hardly withstand. 
Patriarch Cedar, an older man with olive skin and bright white hair glanced toward his daughter, Queen Tor. But, he only received her glance toward the ground. At such a moment, she couldn't find it within herself to meet her father's eyes. This matter should have ended when she poisoned Ryu, but it hadn't. She had believed that the Sky Gods were on her family's side after Ryu was suppressed irrelevant of her actions. Yet, the concept of destroying threats from the root shone through fiercely now. 
Imperial Censor Digby sighed, his long white beard trembling along with his slight frame. "Karma is an endless current… No matter what roadblock it may meet, it will break through in due time. If it wasn't this generation… It would have been the next…" 
"Your majesty, we must take action as quickly as possible! Even if the Fourth Prince has awoken his talent, he can't have become an Immortal in a single leap! He's still a blind young man with no knowledge of the world. With our resources, we'll definitely be able to find him!" Imperial Censor Orson's snake-like eyes darted. He refused to allow Censor Briggs the initiative again. But, who knew that his words would have been met by the opening of the King's reddened eyes. 
King Tor's fury reached the high heavens. This had all started because of them. It was because of their schemes and tricks, their stupid talks of Fate and Faith. It was they who made him abandon his own son. If not for them, wouldn't his Tor Kingdom have gained an immovable pillar?! 
"DIE!" The King's rage could not be sated. His palm shone with a bright light, barreling through the Censor Orson's chest and shattering his heart in an instant. 
Imperial Censor Orson looked down at the bloody arm that had pierced him before looking up at his King with an unending regret. His eyes dimmed as he fell. Never had he expected that all the years he had built himself to this peak would end in a mere instant, and all over a boy he had thought nothing of. 
So what if you're royalty or nobility? These were words he thought to himself all the time when he lay his schemes. Before his intelligence, what did your rank mean? Only now did he understand that he had never held any true power at all. 
Would there be revenge for him? Would the King face punishment? Of course not. 
Imperial Censor Briggs looked at the fallen body of his former comrade. 'Fool…' He muttered to himself. 
"FIND HIM!" The King's enraged shout shook the Palace for the second time that day. Under the cover of the perpetual night, dozens of shadows blanketed the skies. 
The darkness that blanketed Tor Kingdom wouldn't dissipate for several years.

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Okay so I'm sure most of you have been thinking about where I'm going with this book. Some of you have said that there are plot holes which really aren't because i would've explained later but nevertheless what's done is done.

So basically i started this book on a sort of whim. You know awesome plot idea that i didn't think through fully. I normally plan all my books but i decided to see how i would cope without planning for a chinese web novel. Bad idea 😂 

Honestly I've been told that the time changes of the novel is confusing and that my description sucks.
Um... thanks. 😂 

Yea but never mind that. I won't give up. I mean if you can stand my crappy writing that is.

Because of all of this thinking today I've decided to delete this novel.

Yea i heard all those sighs of relief 😉 

But... that's not the last you'll see of me. Since as I'm sure you realise, the synopsis of HDL doesn't match up with the direction the story is going in. Mainly because of me not being detailed enough with the plot.

The harem is... basically nonexistent tbh.

I honestly apologise for you guys reading this crappy book so I'll make it up to you.

I'm starting afresh. With a new plot and a new book but don't be too surprised when you find out that the characters are the same with minor personality changes. In this book you'll see the 'loopholes' and 'plot holes' revealed. 

The title will be Scarlet Flame and it is all about Lin Xue or should i say Lu Xueyu. Yes! I know. Believe me i had a whole plan to reveal Lin Xue's heritage and ancestry to you. Lucky for you it will be explained from chapter one in the new book.

So watch out tor that one. I've thought out the plot and even the first few chapters. Nothing is going to stop me or make me start afresh. So like it y'all don't like it you can just not read.

I'm not the best writer but i can't possibly be the worst. I try my best to get better and I'll keep doing so and learning from all the mistakes i make.

Sorry to those who enjoyed the story if there even are any.
Sorry for keeping you hanging. New book will be better ;)

Female protagonists says hi 😏 

😂 

Yeaaa that's it.
Gonna write the synopsis for that book right now so if you like you can add to your library.

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