The sarcastic and frivolous commentary and storytelling of a typical transmigration.

Yoruichi: "He's MINE!!!"

Nelliel: "He's MINE!!!"

Nelliel + Yoruichi: "NO!!!! MINE!!!"

Nelliel + Yoruichi: "STOP COPYING ME!!! HE'S MINE!!!"

Sparks flew all over from their Reaitsu clashing with each other.... Urahara, Isshin and Ichigo had already taken the wounded ones and abandoned the Store.....

Masaki was sitting there watching two girls ready for an all-out Hair pull fight and had a small smile on her face...

Masaki: "Ara ara my boy has brought back 2 girls i wonder if a baby will come as well...."

As both of them were fighting their ears were perked up and when they heard their mother in law say that they kinda froze and attack each other pulling their hair and clothes.....

Yoruichi: "He's MINE!!!"

Nelliel: "NO!!!! MINE!!!"

Yoruichi: "What have you done with him.... nothing!!!"

Nelliel: "He he... he tickled my whole body!!!!!"

BOOM!!!!!! the first bomb went off in Yoruichi's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

Yoruichi: "Yeah... well..... well.... he tortured me for 3 years playing with my body!!!!!!"

BOOM!!!!!! the second bomb went off in Nelliel's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

Nelliel: "We had a date!!!!!!!!"

BOOM!!!!!! the third bomb went off in Yoruichi's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

As they continue fighting like a cat and dog, outside those who could hear what they said whispered to each other!!!!

Isshin: "How many Bombs will they be able to take???"

Urahara: "It depends on how far he had gone with them!!"

Ichigo: "Do you still have those shovels i think we need a new grave!!!"

Inside the room, you could see a smiling face on Masaki thinking how lovely they both are, they had ripped off clothes and strands off their hair on the floor....

Yoruichi: "He....h_e..... I went on his room at the night..."

BOOM!!!!!! the fourth bomb went off in Nelliel's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

Nelliel: "Nnnn ggrrrr.... we spent time while hugging and kissing for minutes under the moon!!!!!!"

BOOM!!!!!! the fifth bomb went off in Yoruichi's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

Yoruichi blackout and got a heart attack when she heard that, which girl doesn't like a romantic time while kissing and hugging under the starry sky and moon???? As she had blacked out she said something shocking making her take back a bit of pride...

Yoruichi: "I had sex with him!!!!!!!!"

BOOM!!!!!! the sixth bomb went off in Nelliel's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

Now Nelliel got a heart attack when she heard that, and when the guys outside heard that they were raising their thumbs up but Ichigo who was keeping tabs spoke...

Ichigo: "Wait for ir folks, the ticking bombs are even it's 3 on 3 will she make a come back stay tuned on the next word fight of girls....."

Isshin and Urahara started laughing at Ichigo commentary and they realized he was right.... Masaki on the other hand who was inside was pondering about something... and decided to carefully probe about it so she spoke to Yoruichi...

Masaki: "Yoruichi, when you did the deed, was he in his true form or with the other one???"

BOOM!!!!!! the Seventh bomb went off in Yoruichi's mind by the shocking revelation she heard.....

The guys who heard that turned to look towards Ichigo and he, in turn, was trying to remember when did that happen?? Ooohhhh it was when he locked me in the temple..... wait then he used my body to have sex with her???

Looking at a puzzle Ichigo they felt something wrong and when Ichigo spoke they were speechless...

Ichigo: "I don't know anything about that there was a time when Sora had beat me up and locked me inside his realm and i didn't know what was happening outside..."

Urahara: "Then since he locked you up he also cut off his soul force to avoid any problems otherwise you would have heard everything..."

Yoruichi on the inside who heard the boys calm down a bit from what she heard but she knew she that she needed a comeback from this.... It was then she took the final bomb and her mind exploded..

Nelliel: "Nnnn ggrrrr.... he told me to come and live with him in the Human world....."

BOOM!!!!!! the Eighth bomb went off in Yoruichi's mind by what she heard and almost collapsed on the ground.....

On the outside Ichigo was commenting inside him Yoruichi 3 - Nelliel 4 + 1 (Yoruichi own mistake)

Our MC Xiaolan Sora passing his meanigless life peacefully styding, going to work, and finally like any classic otaku watching and reading animes, manga, novels..... 

One rainy day like any others while running to go and watch the last chapter of Bleach he saw on his way a girl with a few bullies in the alley... He thought to himself (perphaps i can save the day and take the girl).... 

Little did he know that those thoughts - bullies and girl were the reason for a new  exciting life........

Jean wore his Sunday's best early in the morning. He looked in the mirror. A clean-shaven, porcelain-like face stared with its piercing brown eyes and its somewhat thin eyebrows raised.

Jean checked his mouth for any remnants of the eggs and rice he ate almost half an hour ago. Then, he turned off the bathroom lights, ignoring his dirty clothes wrapped in his towel on the hamper at the door.

Jean opened his filing cabinet with his keychain and looked at his accounted expenditures. He wondered briefly about future purchases and profitable investments. Jean shook his head and locked up the cabinet.

Eventually, Jean slipped on his shoes and the standard-issue black clergy cassock. 

It was time. He had deacon duties to do.

The drive to the Renningberry Catholic Church took only minutes. Jean stepped out of his neat and tidy blue Ford Bronco. Although it was getting old, he took diligent care of it.

Jean jingled his keys and opened the rusty doors of the Church. Its noise brought peace to his mind. Even with all the tweeting of birds, it was nice to hear noises that could alert Jean.

Jean held his duties with solemn dedication and maintained the aging organ among many other things. Hours passed and soon, he was done.

Jean laid a Bible in his lap as he sat in front of the organ. His fingers danced across the keys, practicing different arrangement of Gothic music.

A loud thrum of a sputtering transmission broke into the melody, but Jean did not stop. Soon, Pastor Nick arrived. His large form comically contrasted his position, yet his aging appearance showed he did not lack experience. He was a decent-looking man in his fifties, after all.

"Jean! You're here early, like always, huh? You're such a good kid. Are you going to lead the liturgy again?" Pastor Nick called, walking towards the altar.

"Yes, Brother Nick. 'For the Lord Grants wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding.' Proverbs 2:6." Jean replied. He stopped playing.

"I still don't know why you come in so early. A talented and good-hearted kid like you should be sweeping the entertainment industry!" Pastor Nick chuckled. "You play music like a Heaven-sent angel, you know that, Jean?"

"I have faith the Lord guides me to help others. 'Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.' Proverbs 3:5." 

"Jean! You don't have to be so stiff. Why do you need to quote the Scriptures when both of us are well-read?"

"We must stay true to our teachings. 'Without wise leadership, a nation falls; there is safety in having many advisers.' What better advisers can there be than the Scriptures themselves?"

"Well, I knew I shouldn't have argued with you. You keep drowning me in your faith. Lighten up a little, huh?" Pastor Nick scratched at his stubble.

"I'm just joking with you! I'm young but lacking experience. If I want to enjoy the world, I have to make my own fun, right?" Jean winked at Pastor Nick.

Pastor Nick jarred in his step as he was walking to his office in the basement, suitcase in hand. "Y-yeah. Life's too short to worry so much about. Just don't go overboard. You keep reminding me of old Pastor Francis."

"Fine, Brother Nick. I'll see you at Mass."

Jean continued playing the organ until the main congregation filed in.

Jean rang the bell as Pastor Nick stood behind him. They went through the Rites lethargically. When the hymns came up, Jean lively led the Choir and congregation. Jean preached for the sermon and homily about truth and happiness. He noted the tragic end of William and Veronica, with their children. The Profession of Faith and the Prayers passed quickly.

Small baskets were passed around for donations as offertory began. Soon, the end neared.

Pastor Nick only offered Natalie the pitiful amount of wine left in the chalice. She was recently accepted by Yaler, long served as a volunteer for the homeless and needy, and always had good behavior. 

After the drink, she became a little flushed so Pastor Nick helped her sit on the side. Pastor Nick blessed the congregation but said Natalie told him she wanted to confess her sins privately before leaving on Tuesday.

Members of the congregation shuffled out, slightly tired but invigorated by the teachings of Deacon Jean and Pastor Nick. Their cars slowly pulled out and left only three behind.

Jean softly smirked. He cleaned up the pews and after the Mass methodically. Today was special.

Jean stretched and decided he took long enough. Pastor Nick closed the Church doors for his private session with Natalie. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing.

Jean tucked his thick, hardcover Bible under his armpit. He slowly walked down the steps, appreciating the history of the stone foundation. At the door, he heard muffled noises. Jean unlocked the door and then knocked.

"Brother Nick? It's getting late. Shouldn't Natalie get home soon?"

Jean opened the door mid-sentence.

There, Pastor Nick stood, half-way thrusting into the sprawled form of Natalie. Her hands were bound by taut rope to sconces on the wall and her mouth was filled with a ball gag. Her legs similarly were spread apart, tied, and weakly moving in resistance.

Pastor Nick's arm was drawn back, with a riding crop in hand. It fell out of his grasp. Already, long red lines drew across Natalie's skin, slightly bleeding.

"Jean, wait!"

Jean stood in place, imprinting the memory. How many years had he known this was going on? Too many, that's how many. Father Francis didn't go to the grave willingly, and Jean knew this too...

"Jean, I can explain! This is… yes. She wanted this! We're just having adult fun! There's no need for you to be here!"

"Brother Nick," Jean said, coldly. "I was going to debate the Scriptures with you. 'My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes." Job 16:16. Is that not what I see from Natalie? 'Shouldn't someone answer this torrent of words? Is a person proved innocent just by a lot of talking?' Job 11:2. Can I trust you anymore, Brother Nick? Shouldn't I trust the words of Natalie?"

Pastor Nick slowly pulled up his pants and walked over to the door.

"Jean. Forget this ever happened. Next time--"

"NEXT TIME?!" Jean thundered.

"Jean!" Pastor Nick bowed to Jean for forgiveness. "Please!" They stood in silence.

Jean began mumbling quietly.

"What was that, Jean?" Pastor Nick asked. Another moment of silence passed.

"I called the police. They're going to arrest you."

"What?! NO! I CAN'T END LIKE THIS! HOW DARE YOU, UNGRATEFUL WHELP!! I WILL KILL YOU!!"

Pastor Nick charged at the door. Jean fled, dropping the phone.

They both ran up the stairs, and Jean let Pastor Nick catch up.

Pastor Nick tackled Jean's legs and screamed in fury. They both fell forwards.

"Let go! Let go! LET GO!!!" Jean yelled at the desperate man.

Pastor Nick pummeled Jean's androgenous legs as Jean tried to slip away.

Jean smiled brightly.

His Bible fell like a guillotine. A cold snap broke the air, and with a swift kick, Pastor Nick fell down the stairs like a ragdoll. A sickening thump splattered the end of his fall.

Jean slowly walked down the stairs, enduring the pounding his legs encountered.

At the bottom, Pastor Nick spawled like broken toy, probably looking like what the many women he groomed and tasted felt like. A pool of red began forming.

Jean bent down to feel his pulse. There was none.

Jean stumbled over to Natalie. He removed the ball gag to hear her sobbing and slowly untied her limbs. She cried endlessly, so Jean patted her head.

"There, there. It's all over. 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.' Revelation 21:4." he cooed.

Jean hugged Natalie until the police arrived.

The city launched an investigation into the incident. Many women attested to Jean's innocence and Pastor Nick's vile ways. There was enough physical evidence to put Pastor Nick behind bars for life and even more. People whispered rumors and spread gossip about Father Francis. Yet, Jean stayed a devout and proud Catholic Christian who acted in heroic self-defence. 

Jean took over the Renningberry Catholic Church. Pope Jon Paul the Great commended Jean and took measures to condemn the sexual misconduct of the Catholic Church while apologizing to victims.

Jean continued living normally, albeit with more respect and publicity. He removed one more shackle, all in the eyes of the public. He could use even more subliminal messages to imprint his alibi into the mind of the public. Jean smiled more brightly in public. It was all going to plan, after all.

Wasn't the best disguise in plain sight?

The camera views the actions of an aspiring serial killer. 

How far and how close can he come to reality?

(Written on my phone to spite Rebirth of A Serial Killer by Kotrem and because I always wanted to write  a serial killer series. 

Any similarities to real people, places, and works are not to be taken seriously.)

MORE OF A REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN THIS WORLD!

"Don't be like that, Team Skycrown is strong, especially their bottom lane. Xiao Bei has been showing consistent progress in each game, and you can tell he's a strong player. He won't get wrecked so easily," said Qi Qiao.
The two commentators were casually bantering as though they were having a normal conversation. This kind of commentary style is what the audience loved, especially with Miracle finding fault and poking fun at the teams.
As a female commentator, Qi Qiao would always try to help teams that had less fame or a worse reputation to save some face. Together, these two commentators formed a harmony like yin and yang.
"Alright, the players have entered the stage… hey, I remember that the ADC from Team Skycrown is of a smaller build… now it's a teenager, did they change players?" Miracle narrated, his tone confused.
"They really did use a substitute. We don't have the profile with us so we don't know who it is at the moment," continued Qi Qiao as she tried to figure out why the youth's silhouette seemed so familiar.
"It's rare for teams to use substitutes, could it be that they're using Tian Ji's horse racing tactics? However, Bai Feng will be the one facing their ADC no matter what," said Miracle.
His words immediately elicited laughter from the audience.
Everyone present knew that in Tian Ji horse racing, Tian Ji would choose the worst horse to race against their opponent's best horse. They would then lose one round and the winner would be the one who wins the remaining two rounds.
Anyone with half a brain obviously knew that this asshole Miracle was poking fun at the temporary change of members in Team Skycrown. But coming back to the topic, the change in ADC for Team Skycrown was really sudden. It was quite weird as a member change among the five of them might do more harm than good.
Moreover, after the first two games, Xiao Bei's display of strength had attracted a certain amount of popularity. Many people were looking forward to seeing how he would fare against Bai Feng, and now with the sudden change, the audience's enthusiasm was down by at least half.
***
Asmodai, who was watching the match on the computer while eating suddenly spit out a mouthful with a stunned face.
"Holy shit, it's Fighting Hawk!"
Their coach, Huang Kang, was also startled as he spluttered, rushing to Asmodai's side to look at the screen. 
"Fighting Hawk? He's up?"
The rest of Team Daemons, including Hades, dropped what they were doing and hurriedly gathered around the computer.
"It's really him!"
"Damn, he finally couldn't take it!"
"Fighting Hawk playing against Bai Feng, this will be a great match!"
"Miracle is still poking fun at Fighting Hawk, is he really looking to get punched in the face?"
"He's definitely asking for a good beating."
Team Daemons nodded as they grinned. They couldn't wait to see Miracle's expression later on.
***
When Qin Ting found out that Yu Luocheng was playing against Team Revelation, the entire E-sports club exploded in excitement!
The LPL was the most prolific professional league in the country, and when they saw Yu Luocheng's face on the screen during the live broadcast, the expression on his face was indescribable.
Not too long ago, he was just one of them, a fellow E-sports club member. And now this asshole was suddenly appearing on the LPL star stage, taking everyone by surprise!
There was no doubt that this game would definitely be an exciting one. How could Qin Ting keep calm?
Time to pull out the big screen in the community area again!
He needed to let everyone see that the E-sports club was so awesome that they could produce someone like Yu Luocheng who made it to the LPL!
***
In the community area, a large group of E-sports enthusiasts suddenly gathered under the big screen. Yu Luocheng was like a godlike existence in the E-sports community. When they heard that he was playing in the LPL, it sent a shockwave through the entire campus.
What you need to understand is that there were tons of students in the university who played League of Legends. It was not uncommon to hear even female students shouting "F*cking don't take my Teemo!" in the dorms.
As Yu Luocheng's face appeared on the screen, Qiu Jingtai started shouting at the people around him, unable to contain his excitement. 
"My roommate, that's my roommate!"
"F*ck off, he's my roommate! Yu Luocheng sleeps on the bed opposite mine. Damn, I knew he was an extraordinary guy from the moment he set foot into this uni!" bosted Jiang Jiuyi.
The other guys from their room were staring at them like they had grown two heads. Of the group of roommates, Yu Luocheng, Jiang Jiu, and Qiu Jingtai were the only ones who played LOL. The other three didn't even touch any computer games. They almost never had meals together, and this one rare time that they did, they actually stumbled upon Yu Luocheng's face on TV, damn!
"He's your roommate?" asked a middle-aged uncle, tapping on Qiu Jingtai's shoulder.
"Yeah. Teach, don't tell me you play LOL too," replied Qiu Jingtai.
The middle-aged uncle who looked like a teacher smiled and said, "I know this game, so is this match organized by your university too?"
"That's impossible. This is the LPL, the top competition at the national level!" exclaimed Qiu Jingtai.
"Oh."
Jiang Jiu and Qiu Jingtai frowned as they looked at the man, slightly doubtful. 
"Look, even an uncle knows LOL."
"I saw an old man play last time, he had all sorts of maneuvers and even killing sprees. Sadly it was just against A.I…"
***
On stage, Miracle was still carrying on with his usual style of criticising all sorts of things. Team Skycrown wasn't his only target, he also targeted Team Revelation's previous doings, and his chatter kept the audience entertained.
Sadly, although Qi Qiao's insisted that Team Skycrown was strong, it did little to change the crowd's perception.
"Everyone has their cell phone with them right? How can there be no bets during a competition? Send a text message to our official platform and take part in a quiz to stand the chance of winning some cool prizes… oh, alright, you guys already know about this, so I won't have to repeat myself. Let your fingers make the decision on whether you'll bet big or small, maybe luck will be on your side and you'll win big! There's a huge reward for voting in Team Skycrown's favor, but that comes with an even bigger risk!" said Miracle, getting the crowd all hyped up again.
The players had already taken their seats and were in the banning phase at the moment.
"Wow, Team Skycrown really has got guts. They haven't banned a single ADC! Are they trying to tell Team Revelation that they're not afraid of Bai Feng?" Miracle mused.
"It's possible that their ADC is strong, Team Skycrown has consistently displayed a strong ADC performance. Xiao Bei had a wide variety of ADCs to use — his Tristana, Vayne, and Ezreal all gave great performances for everyone to see," replied Qi Qiao.
"I think the bet should be placed on whether or not Team Skycrown's bottom lane will be wrecked, that would be a fairer bet," said Miracle said, running his mouth as usual.
Bai Feng's ADC and Lin Siyong's ADC couldn't be compared, his individual strength index was at 8 points.
In other words, if Lin Siyong and Bai Feng played against each other, Lin Siyong would likely be pressured completely, and the chance of getting wrecked was also very high.
An individual strength index of 8 points was no indicator of someone's true skill. Earth from Team Stardust also had the same number of points. However, his team-fighting capabilities could not be compared to Bai Feng's.
Earth's overall score was 20 points, making him a middle-tier player in the LPL. Meanwhile, Bai Feng's overall score was at about 23 to 24 points. This 3 to 4-point difference meant that Bai Feng would always triumph over Earth.
More importantly, Bai Feng also had mental strength. No matter the situation, you would never see him falter, which was something many first-class professional players were unable to do. His skill and dexterity index were very stable too!
And Yu Luocheng was going to play against him, the strongest ADC player in the country!
Other newly-formed teams would immediately ban Bai Feng's strongest ADCs right from the start. Then, their first floor would snatch any ADCs that were relatively good for their own team, to ensure a better chance of the bottom lane not getting destroyed. But in the end it would still result in Bai Feng carrying the game with some other ADC.
"Team Skycrown has banned Ahri, Jarvan, and Shen. I don't really see a pattern in those bans, it doesn't seem like any specific bans towards Team Revelation."
"They probably have their own way of playing," said Qi Qiao.
"Too true. In facing such a strong team like Team Revelation, maybe their tactic would have some unexpectedly good results. It might even give them a bit more time to survive in-game. I feel like if I continue like this, Team Skycrown will want to curse and kill me soon, haha!"
***
When it came to champion selection, Yu Luocheng picked Caitlyn without much hesitation. Caitlyn was a must-have ADC for this match. Although Yu Luocheng would admit that his Ezreal, Graves, and Vayne were good, he hadn't dared to use Caitlyn much after seeing how impressive Asmodai and Shallow Dream were at using that champion.
So there must be a reason that he dared to pick her in this match!
"For the Support… wah, are you planning to choose all the old champions? A Soraka Support is really rare to see nowadays. Team Skycrown, what are you guys thinking?" Miracle commented as he stared at the screen in surprise.
The Starchild, Soraka!
Why would they pick this champion? It didn't make sense!
"A new team's determination to win, you really can't guess what they're thinking," said Miracle, sighing.
Qi Qiao rebutted by saying, "It's not that bad, Wu Sen used Soraka during the pre-season too. His skills in healing and recovering mana for Xiao Bei is the reason why Xiao Bei's Vayne managed to save the day during that match!"
"Well, if that's the case, then this match would be completely dependent on the substitute ADC right?" said Miracle smoothly without missing a beat.
"This ADC isn't just a substitute, he's the coach of Team Skycrown. He's the one who went solo against Blood Eagle Zhao Tinghua and managed to reach a stalemate with him." Qi Qiao laughed as she spoke, enjoying the change in Miracle's expression when he heard that.
Miracle was stunned and finally at a loss for words!
The one who went solo against Blood Eagle!
Wasn't he a Jungler Lee Sin? Why would he play ADC?
***
Zhang Aijing looked towards the stage and upon hearing Miracle's words, she couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up inside her.
It was hard to say who would end up getting wrecked. Fighting Hawk's strength wasn't in being a Jungler, but at the bottom lane!


When a national athlete of China laughs at the concept of being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face!
When parents, relatives, friends, and all the rest of society scoff at pro-gaming and say it’s not a real job… what else can you do but hold true to your passion for the competitive multiplayer scene, and resolutely turn away from their doubts!
Have you ever thought that it could actually become an official event during the Olympics, perhaps within the next four years—a game of split-second reactions and seamless teamwork between five-man squads, the ultimate test of reflexes and finesse, in an arena where players compete with all their heart and soul… 
This is e-sports!
Let the champions roar ‘Demacia!’ and rock the world to its foundations!

There was a table set that was entirely carved from crystals, embellished with a base of emerald jade. The bed was made of white jade, complete with a sophisticated pearl lamp. The mermaid silk decorations gently danced in the current, softly creasing with fine lines like a natural work of art. 
Gu Xijiu found herself on the white jade bed as she studied the entire setting of the place. Puzzled, she thought that Meng Wuya needed her to threaten Di Fuyi. As a hostage, she should be kept in some sort of confinement with the highest level of security, or even tortured with some form of extreme punishment. Therefore, she was mentally prepared for the worst. But to her surprise, she ended up in such a picturesque place. More accurately, it was some form of crystal palace that appeared to be an architectural masterpiece.
The crystal palace was situated at the bottom of the most famous river in the Devil Kingdom – the Soulless River. Her last visit to the Soulless River opened her eyes to many resentful devil spirits in the water. These devils could those who died a painful death, or those that still kept an ill resentment within them. Their grudge forced them to linger on, and eventually, they became savagely fierce creatures that swallowed anything or anyone they saw in the river. Even the bones of their unfortunate victims will vanish. 
It was completely out of her expectation that there would be a remarkable crystal palace nestling at the bottom of the river. When Meng Wuya first dived into the water, she was actually quite concerned about the structure of the wizardry barrier. A slight error would allow the fierce devil spirits to break through the barrier, and if that happened, she would have no choice but to reveal her true self and shatter these spirits with her own power.
Luckily, the wizardry barrier that Meng Wuya cast was extremely solid. No matter how the devil spirits tried to break in, the barrier remained completely unaffected; there was not even a scratch. The quality was really impressive.
Gu Xijiu finally felt at ease and continued to play her role as a sweet, enchanted hostage in his bubble-shaped wizardry barrier. In fact, she was curious to see what he wanted to do. Surprisingly, he left hastily as soon as he hid her away in the crystal palace, leaving Gu Xijiu with a lot of question marks in her head. What was he trying to do, actually?
Fortunately, it did not take long for him to return from his impromptu trip. Finally, she knew what he actually wanted. He was trying to seduce her. The man showed her around the crystal palace and told her every fancy detail about the place. Thanks to his commentary, she knew that the place was solely built by him. Every single brick or tile had its own story. The whole tour was actually a major revelation of how he prevailed against many other creatures.
At first, Gu Xijiu was quite interested in finding out the intention of the man, but the storyline soon became dry and dull. She finally figured out that he was trying to make himself sound like an unrivaled man so that she would admire his exemplary heroism.
Luckily, apart from kidnapping her, Meng Wuya was quite polite to her so far. He did not keep her unconscious or locked up. It would seem that the man needed to win her heart.
Women would usually be attracted to heroes, especially the ones who kept them safe. Meng Wuya believed so, at least. He had kept the devil spirits away while they were traveling in the river, as her presence had drawn too much attention. And later, a severe earthquake shook the riverbed, so he steadily started casting a series of spells to support the crystal palace from collapsing. "Don't worry. I shall keep you safe," he kept reassuring.
Since he seemed to have everything under control, Gu Xijiut took his service for granted and just sat and watched.


In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general's daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need. 

How does she intend to adapt and survive in such a foreign and hostile world? Follow Gu Xijiu on her journey to discover her one true love!

[Skill upgrade progress: 96%]

 Hanwoojin sighed as he saw the letters clearly reflected in his mind.

 Only four.  Only four service aces need to succeed, but James didn't give up until the end.  All of the subs were returned except for one room, which managed to stab through the gap.  For Hanwoojin, I really have to get sick
 There was no result.

 'You can't look bad with all your best.'

 I would have dealt with the usual mood.  If you do not know the identity of the upgrade skills.  He closed his eyes and calmed his mind.  It had nothing to do with the past.  In a matter of seconds
 It was arranged.

 The voice came from the right side of Hanwoojin.  Calm yet well into the ear, Shin Se-yeon's unique low voice.

 "Woojin, are you tired now?  Can I get you an energy drink? "
 "…  It's not John.  I have something to think about. "
 "What do you think?"

 It was Han Woo-jin who reflexively responded to her voice, which was quite worrisome, but did not think about the reason for the reflex response.  He hurriedly rolled his eyes and found an excuse.  Luckily, something worth talking about right away
 come.

 It was the Germans lying on the players' seats and the Japanese players looking at it with disgusting eyes.

 "Max Marsler."
 "Ah…  ! "

 Only after listening to the words did Shin Se-yeon follow Han Woo-jin's eyes to the player's seat.  She frowned at Ami as she saw two players in total contrast.  Max's unfaithful attitude to her who prefers to be neat.
 Was an unobtrusive part.

 The reason why Hanwoojin's party is in the audience is very simple.  Hanwoojin's game order was a long time later.  In addition, if you want to see the game more broadly, it was better to look down from the seat, not from the side.

 'You're free.'

 Hanwoojin, who came up to the audience to see Max Muller, wriggled his eyebrows while seeing Max, who couldn't find any tension.  Although he is arrogant with his skill, he relaxes in front of his opponent who will be standing across from him.
 Was an insult.

 Maybe that's why Okuda is staring at Max with his blue eyes.  Han Woo-jin understood the harsh atmosphere of the player's seat even though it was quite a long distance.

 And the understanding was almost perfect.


 * * *


 On the day of Hanwoojin's second round, the MBS Sports Channel was busy.

 Just as a Bundesliga relay right on a sports channel does not explain and relay every game, tennis does not play any role, except for a few players.  Especially in the case of Korea, it is opening this Shenzhen for Hanwoojin
 It was nothing but revelation.

 However, there was too much time for the broadcast to see only Hanwoojin, and there was no match for Ming Ming.  Some notable rankers have had commentators entering the commentary as well as preventing the commentators from hardening their mouths.

 Max Muller was one of those cases.  Needless to say, it was the best candidate and the best candidate, so there was no reason to miss the commentary.  The three commentators arranged their postures and pulled out the introduction.  I've been researching data for today.
 It was.

 -Now, the second day of the Shenzhen Open was bright.  Hello everyone, all night.  This is MBS Sports Channel, Park Sung Jin.
 -I will greet you with a lively commentary today.  This is Yoon Ki-chan.
 -Hello, this is Cha Soo Hyun.

 The three commentators asked each other their best regards and took some time to solve the miscellaneous things.  There were ten minutes left before the game started.  Until then, it was their job to keep viewers away from TV channels.

 Gossip is always a person's gossip.  If not, Max was typical of players with bad rumors.  If it's alcohol, it's alcohol.  Woman if woman.  Because he is a man who does not care about anything, he has a lot of incidents, and he has climbed a lot.  Park Sung Jin took out the topic first.

 -Today's first match will be with Max Müller, the best candidate for the tournament.  By the way, have you heard anything about Yoon, Max?
 -Well…  I haven't heard a good one.  The performance is said to be excellent, but the rumors are bad.
 -Rumors?

 At the exquisite timing Cha Soo-hyun put Chumyeon in the side.  If you did not know who saw the first today you heard it was enough acting.  Yoon Gi-chan coughed a lot and released a story about Max with a sloppy voice.  Marge
 I couldn't talk about it.

 -Before that, do you know what Max's nickname is?
 What?
 -Beast, he said.

 beast.  Both commenters nodded at the same time.
 I heard a plausible nickname.  The expressions were more colorful than the visible ones, and the playing style of the whole court was dynamic enough to remind of the beast.

 But that was not all.
 Yoon Ki-chan whispered awkwardly with a smile on his tail.

 The problem is that the beast is flying off the court.
 -Outside the court?  What else does that make?
 -That is…

 Yun Gi-chan, who spoke with a sensation, wrote in his past, which can be called Marx's black history.  Moreover, they were not just suspicions.  It has already been proven by numerous paparazzi, sports channels.

 -There is an article that touched a few female fans who came to the hostel, and even drunk on the day before the competition.  The nickname of the beast actually wanders around saying it was attached before it became a ranker.
 -Huh ...  Your face looks fine, but you're not young.  Well, there are some of those players.  They're great, but they're tough or bizarre.
 -Few players can't manage privacy.  I'm reluctant.  Nevertheless, it's a tremendous talent if you've come to expect it in Germany.

 Cha Soo Hyun was right.  If there is no legal problem, the player's privacy or reputation will not affect the ranking.  Only skillfully determines the pro's position.

 So Germany turned to a genius named Max Muller.  He believed that he would show higher places, and he completely boosted the young man who was like a high roller.

 The commentators, who were talking about Max for a while, stopped talking from the moment he was lying up.  It was because I knew that the game was finally waiting for me.

 As soon as he got up from the bench he lay down, he lightly turned his shoulders.  Stretch was separate from the guard.  For sports athletes who use excessive joints, stretching was close to breathing.  Every day when I neglect
 Eats aquatic life.

 Max's 185cm tall, full-bodied elastic muscle swelling was a threat that no one can see.  The muscles that had been languishing for a while were stretched, and the momentum increased.

 Soon after, the crew came to the player's seat and named the two players.

 It was the start of the second round.


 * * *


 Two players with completely different appearances stood in the net with contrasting expressions.  Unlike Okuda, who is tightly tightened and hardened his face, Marx was very relaxed from start to finish.  It's completely unrelated to psychological warfare, just
 I was able to feel it in myself.

 Before the game begins, the two players greet each other briefly explaining the set of rules.  Okuda spoke to Max in English, which was a bit awkward but had no problem understanding.

 "'M, nice to meet you.'"

 Okuda held out his right hand and asked for a handshake.  The face, which makes us feel the unique age of Westerners, and the unusual appearance did not ease the tension.  He stiffly waited for Max to hold his hand.

 But Max didn't move.  He yawned and looked closely at Okuda's hand.

 'What, what is it?'

 It was a strange eye.  Okuda struggled to cope with the chills in his back.  Obviously he did nothing threatening, but he was just looking at Max and began to tremble.  It was a very strange feeling.

 Gushing.

 Max quietly reached out his right hand to hold his hand.  Then Okuda sighed with relief.  But the relief was too early.  Okuda knew his body was dragged by a strong grip and hardened his face.  Max pulled him wheat
 Whispered in my ear nicely.

 "Hey, jap."

 Sarcastic, caring.  Listening to the voice seemed to scratch the nerves.  In addition, it was an insult that could be guessed in Okuda's unskilled English.  The jap was a typical swear word for Japanese.

 As if to be a close friend, Marx, speaking close to Okuda's ear, spoke in fluent English so that the referee could not hear.

 "Why don't you stop talking to the frustrated person?  I feel dirty when I see monkeys imitating people. "
 ""…  what?""
 "'Did you hear me?  Ask the monkeys to cry, bang.  It's quite frustrating that an inferior guy like you is my opponent. "

 Before Okuda refuted anything, Max shook off his body.  It is Okuda who warns the referee if he is insulting.  He swallowed a tantrum that had fallen over his neck and shook it all over.

 'Dogs…  ! '

 The referee felt that there was a problem between the two players, but there was nothing he could do.  After a brief hesitation, the referee pulled out the coin and bounced it with a familiar hand.  It was Cointos who played over the serve.
 And the serve ticket went to Okuda.

 "Max Muller on my right!  Okuda Ryosuke on my left!  Okuda to Serve! "

 The two players took their own positions and waited for the start of the referee.  In particular, the eyes of Okuda, who had been insulted on the court by thought, shook like a flame.

 Finally, the referee wielded both hands and declared the beginning.

 "Love All (0: 0)!  Play! "

 Okuda did not hesitate.  Although he insisted on a two-handed style, he gained a lot from the game against Hanwoojin.  He trained other techniques, including Serve, and made up for the weaknesses that could be caused by forehand doubles.

 Okuda's racket tossed the ball without hesitation.

 Paang!

 Restraint was not so fast because of the low strength.  Yet the force was full.  Okuda's serve beat Max's service coat with the wind.

 phut!

 Max hit the serve with ease.  It was not a great ball.  A neatly returned ball dropped to the right of Okuda.  Max seemed to win points after seeing the ball return to bitter momentum.

 'You looked too shallow.'

 However, Hanwoojin saw it differently.  Okuda's forehand double is a counter style optimized for return balls falling from side to side.  That ball was just a good food after all.

 Not surprisingly, Okuda grabbed the grip with both hands and moved to the right.  It was a movement unique to switch heaters, with excellent reflexes.  Max's return ball quickly came into range.

 Phuong!

 Compared to other bats, even the cannon was like a sting.  Okuda's two-handed ball rebounded with overwhelming power.  Power in both hands raised the redemption of the ball to about 200 mph.

 finished.

 It was the idea of ​​all the viewers who were watching the game.  Okuda's two-handed hand was perfect, and he wasn't short of stinging Max.

 Only two people thought differently.  One was Max's coach and agent, Edgar, and the other was.

 Like a spring bounce, the beast jumped.

 Paang!

 Max's body turned to a terrifying moment, spinning without hitting the ball and smashing the bat with the backhand.  It was too heavy to be a whip.  Even a male mace was about to cause an illusion of swinging.

 And the mace downed Okuda's sidelines.

 "L, Love Fifteen (0: 15)!"

 The referee stumbled upon him, and the conference hall was in silence.
 Even Hanwoojin had to open their mouths and be amazed at the bizarre return level.

 That's a real monster.

Thirty-three years old. A talentless tennis player for NK company with an unsuccessful career, Han Woo Jin. No matter how hard he tried, there was a limit to how much he could accomplish. Eventually, when the day for him to quit tennis had finally arrived, he was sent back ten years to the past with a system…

You can find the previous chapter at myoniyonitranslation but because they are dropped the story i will mtled the story xd

My worries were just for naught as I saw all of the dead bodies of my pursuers turned to dust. These phenomenon happened when I fought against the impostor one.
"All of them are Homunculus?!" I didn't believe not a single one of them is human because they are perfectly looking like humans to me.
"Of course not. Human Magicians nowadays tend to be much more cautious that is why they use the homunculus as their slaves to do the deed. They are the perfect tool for assassinations, robbery and disrupting order. And if they are being defeated, they just crumble to dust and erases all of the information about him or her. Perfect for an easy getaway, there is not a single body to investigate and leaving no trace to track which is what you call perfect for sneaky people like rogues," Rena said as she goes out of the building entrance.
"Rena-san... the parcel is here. I brought it safely..."
"Good Job Kazuma. I know you can make it even though you almost lost your life from that."
"Ah, it's not a big deal. It also made me realize how weak and vulnerable I am to other enemies so I need to get stronger in the future. By the way, how is Mirai right now?"
"She is still fine but we need to find the right soul of her body while destroying the remains of the others that inhabit her original body. We already tracked the original body right now and we will be summoning her body here somewhere and perform the severing and rejoining of souls somewhere where the body thief can't occupy anything." Rena said.
"But will everyone be fine? I faced the Body thief before and I almost got killed by it if I didn't escape. It might cause a big rampage instead and hurt everyone."
Another guy appeared behind Rena and I never felt his presence. It was like he blended with the air as he just appeared without any sound. Also, this is the first time I have seen this guy before.
"Body Thiefs might be strong but I already defeated countless of them in the past. With me performing severing of Body Thief in the past due to my job as an exorcist. It's not a big deal for me to defeat a measly body thief."
When the others turned around, they suddenly exclaimed.
"Tsukoyomi? You are already done with your secluded training?" Rena asked.
"You usually train for a year or more depending on your training regime. What makes you come out of your seclusion?" Moonlight asked.
"This is a special event. I managed to get a revelation all of a sudden from the souls of the deceased on the upcoming doom event that might destroy the life of all creatures here on Earth if left alone so I came out to seek help with you guys. After I get out of my seclusion, Zan called me that our newbie, Kazuma, needs help, therefore, I rushed here immediately and managed to get a few info from Raigaki who is tied up in the corner."
"Wait, did you untie him from his bindings?" Rena suddenly turned her face dark.
"Of course not. I know the dangers of Raigaki once he is out of his bindings so it is better for him to stay like that. Don't underestimate what I know about Raigaki's power."
Rena's face turned back to normal after hearing that and she sighed in relief. "Well, thank goodness that you know the protocol."
So this was Tsukoyomi. He is indeed similar to those exorcists that I saw mostly in temples. He has a necklace of a cross which means he is somewhat a catholic man, but from his stances, he seemed to practice and follow Buddhism too? I don't really know. His clothes are a robe that is similar to the robes used in cultivation movies and novels. The only thing that differs him on cultivators is his short hair. He kept it on a crew cut which makes it short compared to the long hair of cultivators. Also, his aura seems very pure and most of the malice present seems to be avoiding him like a plague.
Tsukoyomi looked at me and smiled. "This is our first meeting, Kazuma. I am Tsukoyomi and I specialize in soul repairs, exorcisms, and expertise in soul knowledge. If you need help with that matters, you can ask me for help."
"I am Kazuma Fukuyama, I will make sure to remember that."
"Well, let's get in there shall we? Summoning the Body Thief needs to be easily done so let's get it quick this time so that I can inform everyone on the prediction."
...
We moved into an open space that Moonlight created using her Spatial Magic. I am tempted to learn that magic but I know that this magic element is one of the hardest to master. But if wanted to get the dimensional storage done, I need to learn that magic indeed. Anyways, back to the situation.
Since we are about to summon a Body Thief, we need to be in an open space, no living things around the vicinity and safe from the destruction that can cause casualty since I reported that the Body Thief occupying the body of Mirai is much stronger than it looks.
Tsukoyomi did a prayer first while concentrating on the cross on his neck. After doing it for a few minutes, he stood up and flick his hand that reveals different items which are all similar to the time I summoned Itazura here in this world.
Precise and expertly done, Tsukoyomi created a magic summoning circle that will act as the summoning circle.
"How can we summon that body thief? It was hard especially that their ties are cut so we can't exactly know where that body of hers is wandering around!" I exclaimed.
"Don't worry Kazuma. I got a bit of soul essence that Mirai exudes out. Since it is originally from Mirai's soul, the body thief would immediately know that this is Mirai and will be used as a bait for the guy to come out of the circle. And from my guess, it won't be easy since there are lots of enemies who eat soul essences too."
The soul essence that Tsukoyomi is talking about looks similar to smoke coming out from the fridge placed in a small bottle. It was on the blue and white side so I didn't bother doing much. If soul essences are the key to capture that guy, I hope that soul essence won't be wasted.
Tsukoyomi started forming different finger gestures before he sliced his thumb with his nails and squeezed out the blood before it landed to the ground where the summoning circle was found. As soon as his blood dripped into the ground, the magic circle started to float out of the floor and started to rotate like crazy. The power of the magic circle this time is so strong that electricity arcs started to appear out the magic circle and was like everything is drawn into the magic circle.
"Hold on tight everyone. This will be a bit hard to do!" Tsukoyomi said as he pulls out a scroll and started reading it in fast tongue that whatever he is about to say, it all passed down to the other side of our ears due to the intangible words he is spouting.
But I realized that the magic circle's rotation is not getting any slower. Instead, it feels like the whole place is spinning due to the high amount of magic being concentrated in one rate. It didn't take too long for something to slowly materialize out in the magic circle. Everyone around frowned as they slowly see the silhouette of the woman in the magic circle. So that means we might have summoned Mirai's body this time.
Tsukoyomi continued to chant even that I no longer know if he is still speaking something or he is speaking some gibberish. The silhouette gets darker and darker until I finally saw the summoned one. That same face and same grin on her face makes me want to remove that monster in existence. That same monster who almost killed me and killed Mirai. That monster who can turn anyone into stone and can destroy enemies in an almost one hit.
As soon as the magic circle stopped spinning, Yaya quickly activated her magic and targeted Mirai's body with her eyes and shot it out on her both hands and feet, immobilizing her. The face of Mirai started to twitch and started to show a disgusting grin. It was really different if you remove her face that is looking like Mirai and I will make sure to annihilate him or her.
"Body Thief is here!" Rena said as she defended the place. Tsukoyomi pulls out an exorcism wand out from thin air. He looks into the Body Thief and he started grinning.
"Looks like I will be enjoying this killing process for quite a while..."


After an incident from his past school, he was forced to transfer from Hokkaido to Tokyo. The timing was just right because his parents died from an incident a few weeks ago and he inherited what was left by his parents.

When he was inspecting the things left by his parents, he was greeted by a mobile phone with a chat group he didn't know of. After succumbing to curiosity, he was introduced to the hidden world that hides in plain sight to protect the humans from lurking danger.

And he was recruited to become one, the one they call "MAGICIANS"

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This is under revision and the novel won't be connecting to the first chapters to the present at the moment. So unless the revised chapter is present on the author's note, that chapter is not yet revised.

Sorry I have not updated in a while and just let me tell you why...

I HAVE A CRAZY 87-YEAR-OLD NUN TEACHING ME! ...I mean... 87? What the heck!? Retire already! Anyway... (acts all innocent, like that outburst did not happen) I am currently going to a Catholic school, and most people would assume that I am Catholic because of that, right? NOPE! I am not... witch makes me think, "Hey, why am I expected to know all the details of sacraments that I am allowed to completely forget about after this year? Also, no I don't know all of parts of mass in order, so just freaking sue me!!!

*Ahem* On that note, I think that it is a little stereotypical that Sister actually carries around a ruler! I mean, WHAT'S THE POINT!? She is not legally aloud to hit anyone with it and we all know that, and she obviously doesn't... but is it for intimidation? If so why? At least I know that I think so, but she is terrifying when mad.... (Pls send help)

Even though everything I just said is true, she is a great lady... and I would truly like her if...
SHE WOULD REMEMBER MY NAME! It's not that hard... ^~^
She remembers the first letter at least! (Most of the time...) But at least I learned that there are so many names that sound similar to mine! #LookingForABrightSide

She is loading us up on homework every day... I am determined that she thinks that she is the only class we have all day because there is pretty much a two page essay due at the end of each day... I am not kidding you right now... "Assignment: Read writing prompt and write in a google doc (not a sponsor LOL) an essay on what this prompt means to you and how it can allow you to better your life and community. Each essay must be at least 100 words in 12 font, Times New Roman."

Yup... I am dead... X~X

So... my spring break starts next week and I will try a mass upload (#Trying) of my usual content and not the boring crap you guys have gotten recently... SORRY!

Also, if anyone else goes to a Catholic School, please tell me in the comments if you have to do something called "Lenten Packets"? Because personally... THEY ARE A NONESSENTIAL PAIN IN MY BUTT!!!

So yeah... I'm having fun during this pandemic house arrest... you? :)

I will be putting down my random rants about questions that I have... So basically a one-sided conversation and a lot of confusion on my part.

My friends typically find my rants funny due to them being completely off topic so they convinced me to do this... hope ya like it!

(Also how do I choose a lead gender for my thoughts?)

Qin Guan put forward a second question.
"Is there a Catholic church willing to rent their hall out to us?"
"Um... Actually, we've had some successful negotiations. Our success rate is 60%."
"How many churches did you contact?"
"Three."
Okay, they had a long way to go. Qin Guan knew that renting a church was expensive, but the firm wanted to spend up to 100,000 pounds on it.
"So?"
"We lost Westminster, but Lincoln and Rosslyn are good alternatives. We'll use them for the interior scenes. They are Catholic abbeys after all. They contradict our film with their orthodox ideas."
"Branch churches do not think much of the film. They just want to promote their doctrines."
Qin Guan was Chinese, so he was not under much pressure. The Chinese tended to tolerate different schools of religion, as most of them just believed in themselves.
Thus, Qin Guan didn't take the situation seriously.
A few hours later, the director and producer returned with great news. Thanks to the approval of the French president, they could film in the museum and in the actual room where "Mona Lisa" was.
The government had offered its support for the sake of the French actress and supporting male actor. Besides, the film glorified the French police, which made a good impression on the president.
Politics were all about propaganda, so a Hollywood film would be the best way to show the world the best side of their country.
The three sides had reached a strange compromise. Except for Qin Guan, who was an actor registered in the American Union, there was no other American actor joining the cast. Even the figurants all came from the UK and France.
To be honest, portraying a Harvard professor was the perfect job for Qin Guan. He was the actor with the highest level of education in the entertainment circle after all.
In the first scene, he would be giving a guest lecture about semiotics at a French university. It would be as simple as drinking water for him.
The following night, Qin Guan was standing on a podium. On the large screen behind him were different pictures that changed as he spoke.
Qin Guan exceeded the director's expectations. His lecture was so good that one would have thought that he was an expert on semiotics himself.
The credit belonged to Professor Mark though. Qin Guan had just copied his words and actions.
While he was signing his own book for the students, the director couldn't help but pay him a compliment. This actor looks like an academic!
Qin Guan's suit made him look like a puritanical, powerful professor. The talented students talked with him with worship in their eyes.
A few policemen broke in and interrupted them. A good friend of his had been murdered. Before dying, he had left several symbols in the Louvre. Nobody knew what they meant, so as an expert, Qin Guan had attracted the attention of the French police. They wanted to cooperate with him to find the killer.
Qin Guan finished his long scene in one take. Howard, who was a guy who noticed details, looked like he was choking.
He decided to vent his frustration on the poor killer. The unlucky man was a friar who would be punishing himself in the next scene. One could imagine the misery of the English actor.
Qin Guan, who was a sympathetic guy, was reminded by Wang to follow them. He took a bag of snacks with him.
He was only going for fun.
...
There were still a few traditional friars in some Catholic abbeys. Their school used to prevail in the Middle Ages, but was now experiencing a decline. Those guys tortured their own flesh to repent for their sins and experience the suffering of Jesus on the cross.
Their method was to beat their backs with thick, heavy whips late at night. The sincere men beat themselves until their skin split and their flesh broke as they suffered through the pain of the Father.
The killer was one of them.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

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