After hundreds of years living a repetitive life, handling affairs of the kingdom of Vise and living quietly alone in a massive castle Lord Charles Frost the strongest in the whole 3 kingdoms decides to fall into a deep sleep only to be awaken in a completely different world.

-La vida normal fue algo que fue fugaz, pero divertida hasta cierto punto. 

Charles un tipo normal, es caracterizado por ser fan de Jojo´s, lamentablemente muere pero reencarna, acompáñalo con las aventuras bizarras que le esperan en su nuevo mundo.

La tienda es la mayor ventaja de los jugadores, sin la menor de las dudas, pero los reencarnados tienen el tiempo de su parte, quizá ahora se nota poco.

Tenemos los avances tecnológicos y mágicos mas significativos entre todas las facciones de jugadores, las facciones neutrales siguen siendo facciones que llevan mucho mas tiempo que nosotros, siendo su herencia a cientos, miles o mas años.

Pero aun no ahí nadie tan estúpido como para enfrentarse a estos poderes.

Mientras reflexionaba estaba buscando junto a Lilith y Gal, los dos guardaespaldas auto-impuestos por ellos mismos, una buena zona donde poder residir.

La zona de coral era profunda, o por lo menos lo suficiente para poder construir una aldea ahí, pero seria muy fácil de verla si alguna facción voladora pasase por encima, lo mismo para cualquiera que nade por la superficie del agua. Siendo un no rotundo.

Nuestro objetivo era una aldea muy oculta, no tenemos población para defendernos de invasiones y no tenemos tampoco la capacidad de ser un socio comercial con nadie. En palabras sencillas, estamos solos.

Aun insistiendo no pude encontrar ningún lugar bueno, todo hasta que un mensaje del sistema llego a mi.

[Felicidades tu facción a ganado 1 punto de sabiduría gracias a Lint, este miembro de tu facción ha descubierto una caverna con mayor afluencia mágica]

Estaba completamente aturdido, la sabiduría era la estadística mas importante de LAZ, siendo la mas difícil de subir y la que mas aporta que cualquier otra.

La inteligencia ayuda a la inconsciencia de los individuos y les da una mayor capacidad para razonar, como la astucia en algunos juegos, pero la sabiduría muestra los conocimientos que posee tu facción, son ideas sobre todos los temas, es como abrir una presa que contiene la iluminación, una epifanía.

Tras el mensaje mi mente se lleno de ideas, formas para algunas armas o armaduras, como podrían ser las chozas que tendríamos que construir, incluso, con solo ese punto de sabiduría podía comenzar a comprender la magia de sellado.

Este ultimo segundo había cambiado por completo nuestra mente y dio una mejora sustancial a nuestra facción.
Cuando me gire pude ver el brillo en los ojos de Gal y Lilith, ellos no sabían el porque, pero ahora tenían sus mentes mas claras y llenas de ideas que les ayudaría en sus individualidades.

Dándoles un gesto, volvimos por donde vinimos, queríamos encontrar a los demás y sobretodo a Lint, la aportación que acababa de hacer simplemente buscando un lugar donde vivir había sido enorme.

Tras unas horas todos estábamos reunidos, Demora comenzó a darme vueltas alrededor, ella se había quedado en la sima donde se había tragado los peces, al parecer, tras comer tenia sueño y decidí que no se le molestaría.
Al ver a Lint, me acerque y le pedí un reporte. A lo que el, con una pasión ardiente comenzó a contarnos los sucedido.

Cuando nos separamos, el hizo equipo con Baltasar y Saun. Debido a la curiosidad de Lint para explorar, acabaron entrando en todas las simas, hasta encontrar una que daba a una enorme caverna, tan profunda y grande, que parecía un mundo nuevo, en este mundo solo había oscuridad y un pequeño rayo de luz dado por la sima, el cual solo iluminaba una zona de agua vacía.

Sorprendidos por la inmensidad de la caverna, Lint sucumbió a su curiosidad y comenzó a nadar, sin olvidarse de arrastrar a sus compañeros. En esta parte no dudo en decir en repetidas ocasiones lo asustados y temerosos que eran Baltasar y Saun. Aunque para mi lo raro seria no tener cierto respeto a algo como el lo había descrito.

Siguieron el techo en una dirección aleatoria, llegando al final tras una hora de nado rápido, después siguieron la pared abajo, entrando en la absoluta oscuridad, incluso para ellos que poseían la mejora de la visión nocturna. 

En ese momento Lint hizo mención a su individualidad de los Ojos del Mundo, esto le permitió ver una grieta en la pared, esta grieta estaba brillando, pero solo lo pudo contemplar el.
Solo cuando llegaron a la grieta, Baltasar quedo conmocionado, parecía una veta de cristales lilas, pero su conmoción no se debía a esto, si no, a que el pudo comenzar a ver el brillo, era magia, los cristales estaban formados de magia comprimida por la profundad y los años. 
Aquí menciono como Baltasar comenzó a abrazar cada cristal, con el único criterio de que estos sean tan grandes como el.

Ante esta mención todos le dimos una despectiva y coordinada, mirada de acto grupal. A lo que el solo pudo bajar la cabeza.

Por ultimo, tras cruzar la cueva con cuidado, siempre atentos a la habilidad de Zona Segura, encontraron una cúpula, esta estaba repleta de esos cristales, incluso algunos de mayor tamaño, siendo este el momento que un montón de ideas le aparecieron en la cabeza.
Tras ese golpe de sabiduría supo que este lugar era el mas indicado para ellos y corrieron en regreso a buscar a los demás.

Debo admitir que no tenia la menor idea de esos cristales, era algo que nunca había visto o oído en tiempo como jugador, ademas de que tampoco es un material de los posibles de obtener en la tienda, eso solo significaba que eran materiales valiosos y con ello, un buen recurso para comerciar o usar, siempre que descubramos sus cualidades, aparte de poseer magia en ellos.

Todos juntos, comenzamos el viaje a la caverna, he de darle un punto a Lint, Baltasar y Saun. La sima a la caverna estaba bastante oculta y era muy difícil de ver, ademas de que incluso siendo tan difícil de encontrar, no tenia nada excepcional en ella, era una sima normal, incluso mas pequeña que otras. 

Tras bajarla por completo entendí el miedo de Saun y Baltasar, a su vez vi lo realmente valiente que era Lint. Su descripción no hacia fe a lo que realmente era.

La sima se había vuelto un portal a un mundo negro, tan grande y terrorífico, simplemente una inmensidad sin precedentes, un agujero tan profundo como un abismo sin fondo, era como estar tumbado en el suelo mientras miras la inmensidad del cielo, en una noche sin luna ni estrellas.

Juntos, fuimos guiados a la grieta, para no perdernos, le pedí a Demora que hiciese con sus garras una serie de marcas en el techo cada ciertos metros. La roca fue atravesada con relativa facilidad y con ello pudimos tener nuestro camino de migas de pan.

No tardamos en llegar a la grieta en la pared, al igual que Saun, no podíamos ver ningún brillo en absoluto y solo Baltasar quien nos contó que poco a poco podía verlo y Lint que seguía fascinado por los cristales, eran los únicos que lo disfrutaban.

Sin mas preámbulos entramos y vimos la inmensa cantidad de cristales lilas, aunque no detectábamos el brillo, aun parecían hermosos.

Solo cuando llegamos a la cúpula un mensaje del sistema apareció en mi campo de visión.

[Estas en una zona de alta intensidad mágica, tu cuerpo comenzara a desarrollar Sensibilidad Mágica con el tiempo. Proceso 1%, tiempo estimado: 504 Horas restantes]

LAZ o La sonrisa de Lazaro nació como un proyecto surrealista con el fin de conceder un deseo moribundo.

 El primer juego de completa inserción, un juego RTS o Real Time Strategy, donde uno literalmente podía comandar a sus tropas por un magnifico mundo.

Pero con ciertas características: Primero, uno empieza seleccionando un animal.
 Segundo: toda decisión o acto puede trasformar toda tu facción.
 Y tercero pero de lo mas importante, existen dos tipos de jugadores, los jugadores y los reencarnados.

Ya que Lazaro se creo para que cuando uno este a punto de morir pueda decidir si enviar todos sus conocimientos, memorias y su personalidad en un nuevo cuerpo virtual, siendo parte de la guerra inmortal.

La portada no me pertenece y en el caso que el autor decida que debe ser retirada que me escriba para retirarla.

'F*ck! How long has he been standing there? Did he hear everything?'
Elle's mind was in turmoil. She did not know what she would do first, whether she should answer his question or shut the computer down in front of her.
Erick was confused seeing the shocked expression on her face. She looked like she had seen a ghost or more likely she looked like she was caught cheating by her boyfriend.
Erick's brows furrowed into a knot as he did not get any response from Elle. 'Why does she look so troubled? Is she nervous? But why?' Erick pondered to himself.
Erick cleared his throat to break the silence. Elle snapped back after hearing it. Her mind started to function again but her heart was pounding rapidly on her chest.
'Elle, what are you doing? You are about to get caught. Think clearly!' she scolded herself. Elle put her right hand on her chest and breathed in deeply.
"You almost gave me a heart attack. Why are you suddenly appearing without a sound or any warning?!" Elle complained to him.
Erick raised his brow as he folded his arms across his chest. His lips formed a thin line before he spoke up to her.
"I should be the one asking you that. You suddenly disappeared without notice. When I woke up, I did not see you in my arms so I searched for you all over the house, only to find you here. You too, you almost gave me a heart attack. I was so worried just a while ago." he lamented to her.
Elle's eyes were focused on Erick but her hand simply moved to close the portal and server on the computer screen. She was glad that Erick remained standing on his spot.
Hearing her conversation with Charles was enough to rack her brain to think for a good excuse. But seeing what on the screen right now would make it more difficult to find a good excuse. So she could not afford to let him find out what she had done.
Her body started to have cold sweats. Erick started to approach her. In the corner of her eyes, she could see that there were still two windows she had not closed yet. Her hand was moving secretly using the mouse.
"You have not answered my question yet. What are you doing here? and Why are you talking with Charles at this hour?" Erick repeated his question as he continued to walk towards her.
Elle did not know how much he had heard about her conversation with Charles. She knew that Erick was somehow suspicious of her action now. To think that she was talking to her boss at this hour, it was almost midnight. Plus the tone she used while talking to Charles just a while ago was not like a staff talking to her boss but. The other way around. It was quite suspicious indeed.
'I just hope that he only heard the last statement before I hang up the phone.' Elle was hoping silently.
Elle was a little bit tense but she was trying her best not to lose her composure.
"We are just talking about work. It just so happened that he was still awake. He messaged me but I haven't replied until now. When he received my message he decided to call me." Elle said as she smiled at him, hiding her nervousness.
Erick rubbed his chin as he mulled over it. His gaze was still fixed on her. Elle started to feel the pressure. She could not help but bit her lower lip.
'Eh… it seems like he is not buying my words.' Elle became more uneasy.
"Sorry for being here. I woke up and I could not sleep. I decided to come here and read some books. You were sound asleep. I don't want to wake you up and disturb your peaceful sleep." Elle started to elaborate on her excuse.
Erick was now standing at the back of her seat. His eyes were now on the computer screen. Elle heaved a sigh of relief when she followed his line of sight. There were no open windows left on the screen, only the computer desktop could be seen.
"Sorry for touching the computer. I felt bored while reading so I decided to play some games on your computer so I opened it. I was about to use it when Charles called me." Elle explained again.
Erick nodded and smiled at her. He bent down to hug her from behind. He nuzzled his face into her neck, sniffing her sweet vanilla scent. Elle rubbed his arms wrapped around her body.
"What situation he should update you?" Erick asked her again, there was a tinge of jealousy in his voice.
She frowned after hearing his question and sensing a hint of jealousy in his tone.
'So I guess I am right, he just heard the last statements before I hang the phone.' She began to ease up a little bit.
Waiting for her response, Erick squeezed Elle into his arms. She could feel his hot breath against her skin.
"About the Cafe. Remember, I was not able to come to work for the past few days so I am just asking if they are doing fine without me since someone I know banned me from leaving the house or should I say leaving his sight." Elle pouted after saying that.
Erick let out a soft chuckle since he knew that someone she was talking about was him.
"Hmm. I just want to spend more time with you before I go back to work. You can also go back to work on Monday." Erick said to her.
"Hmm, you are really shameless." Elle pretended to be annoyed.
Erick broke into another laughter because of her remarks. "I am just happy that you are too obedient."
"Anyway, another question. What company are you talking about a while ago?" Erick asked her curiously.
He sensed the seriousness in Elle's voice when she said "Take care of that company. Make them pay double."
Elle's pupil contracted at the mention of that company. But she was able to conceal her negative emotions.
"Oh, it's nothing. It is just that there is a certain company that became our customer, ordering cakes and other bread in our Cafe. The Cafe became the supplier of their company's cafeteria. I just ask Charles to double the price. Is that too much? Hehe," Elle laughed at him awkwardly as she scratched her cheek.
"When did you become a profiteer?" Erick said as amusement was evident to his voice.
"Ah." Elle gasped when she felt Erick suddenly bit her shoulder. Then she pinched his arm in return.
"Let's go back to bed," Erick said to her as he pulled her up from her seat. Elle just nodded in agreement.
'Whoah! It looks like I am safe for now.' Elle thought to herself as Erick did not ask her any more questions.
Erick took one last glance at his computer screen before he followed Elle. Conflicting emotions appeared in his dark brown eyes. He had some doubt but he pushed the thought at the back of his mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning, everything seemed to be normal. Charles and Phantom's mission was successful. They were able to take all the money inside the vault of de Dios's Lending Company.
As of now, the management and staff were oblivious to what happened to the company. The security guards did not suspect anything since they were knocked down not by force but because they had been drugged that's why they passed out last night.
Since it was weekend, no one went to work today so for the time being, they would not find out that their company was robbed.
Now, Phantom and Charles were executing their next move. After gathering the information, they were able to track down Diego de Dios.
After coming back from his out of town trip, Diego was now spending his time at one of the restaurants in City Z together with his assistant.
"Mr. de Dios, do you mind if I join you?" A voice interrupted Diego in enjoying his meal. He gazed up to see a stranger smiling at him.
"Pardon? Do I know you?" Diego asked the man standing beside their table. A deep frown appeared on his face.
"No. But I know you very well." A mocking smile appeared on the stranger's face.
The stranger looked like he was in his mid-50s. He was wearing a white shirt and a brown coat paired with black pants. His aura was somehow intimidating. Diego knew that this person was not an ordinary person.
"Why should I let you? I don't even know you." He gave him a side glance. The man just let out a cocky chuckle that annoyed Diego.
The strange man leaned over to whisper something to Diego. His eyes widened in disbelief when he heard his statement. Diego dropped the spoon and fork as his hands were trembling. Diego's face became pale.
His assistant was puzzled about what was happening to his boss. The strange man gave Diego a meaningful glance before he walked away and vanished to their sight.
"Boss are you okay? What did he say to you?" His assistant asked him with a concerned look on his face. However, Diego did not respond to his question.
Meanwhile, Phantom just entered the car where Charles was waiting for him. 
"Have you talk to him, Master? Did he get our message? What is his reaction? Did he say anything?" Charles bombarded him with so many questions. Phantom just gave him a meaningful smile as his eyes followed Diego's figure who went out rushing from the restaurant.


"Fateful encounter of a cold-blooded assassin and a gentle detective: She wants to avenge her parents’ death, no matter the cost. He wants to redeem her and teach her forgiveness. One of them must give in.

Merciless, fierce, vicious and ruthless were the words that people would associate with her. That's how they would describe her, a living devil. Elle is known as the mysterious and meticulous assassin feared by both the underground syndicates and the government. But she finds herself helpless and at the end of her rope when she meets with despair on one of her missions.

Erick, a chief detective, comes just in time to rescue the devil turned damsel. His kindhearted nature had led him to take the cold and aloof girl under his wing. With his protection on the line, Elle couldn't possibly get close to him in fear of being revealed.

Can she let him into her walls or will she push him away, like all the others?

Can he close his eyes to her crimes or will he punish her?"

«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»
*Excerpts*
"What if I had killed someone? What if I am a criminal, what will you do?"

Erick kept silent for a few seconds, thinking. Elle could almost hear her pounding heart amidst the silence of their surrounding.

Erick looked into her eyes and met her nervous gaze as he gave her his response.

"If that is the case, then I will have to put you in prison," he said in a serious tone.

Elle's heart sank when she heard it. She felt like her world fell into pieces.

"So... if I ask you to surrender yourself to me, will you do it?" Erick asked her softly as he cupped her troubled face in his two hands.

"Will you?... will you marry me Elle?" he added.

Elle:"..."

Erick took advantage of that chance when Elle was still in a trance as he brought his face closer to her and sealed her lips with a gentle kiss.
--------------------------------------------------
Author's note:
[Warning: There are some Matured Contents (R-18)]

Hello, I am a new aspiring author here. Hope you will support me. 

Note*
The artwork/illustration/photo in the cover is not mine. If the owner wants it to be replaced, it will be replaced.

Curious about this author? Follow me in Instagram: elle_zar
Join Facebook group/page: The Devilish Assassin meets The Angelic Detective

Westchester County, New York 

Standing underneath a busted lamp post in the dead of night, a dark figure, namely Vali had had just located the X-mansion, granted it took quite a toll on his finances.

"Damn, I must seem like some sort of creep right now plus the fact that this is a school for children..." Vali mumbled dissapointedly to himself.

'Whatever, I'll come back tomorrow, it is a little creepy showing up in the middle of the night unannounced.' Vali thought to himself before disappearing into the night.

The next day came quite fast and Vali quickly check out of the hotel and made his way back to the X-mansion and stood exactly where he stood the night before.

"Nope! still doesn't feel right, anyone standing underneath a busted lamp post is a creep!" Vali shivered slightly before stepping foot onto the premises of the school.

The school was still pretty far away, the land surrounding the school was so huge it felt like the school was completely isolated from the rest of the city.

"Truly only the rich could achieve this." Vali sighed as he turned his pockets inside out and watched as the lint get carried off by the wind.

When he got within a certain distance from the school he felt the air somewhat change. Vali looked up to the sky and saw that the clouds were slowly gathering and darkening.

It was truly a mystical scene, seeing how the perfectly clear skies had instantly turn cloudy and dark just on the whims of a single person. Ororo Monroe, aka storm!

"I'm just here to talk!" Vali shouted out to seemingly no one but as soon as he said that the doors to the mansion like school opened up and out came 3 people.

The first person was a bald man in a wheelchair, he was accompanied by another man who was completely covered in blue hair and lastly, standing beside him was a dark skinned woman with long white hair.

"Who are you!" The woman took the initiative to ask.

"My name is Vali Ferguson, I've come here to propose a benifical deal to you!" Vali answered calmly not at all fazed by the dark clouds that were seemingly closing in on him.

Hearing what Vali said, Ororo frowned and was about to ask another question when the man in the wheelchair put up his hand to stop her.

"My friend, will you come in so we can talk about the deal in detail?" The old man, Charles Xavier asked with respect.

Actually, while Vali was talking, Charles tried to pry into his mind but when he got in all he saw was darkness which startled him and he immediately left.

Charles knew Vali wasn't simple and he couldn't be careless about how he handled the matter at hand since he knew nothing about the opposition. If the other party didn't have any bad intentions, why purposely provoke him?

Vali simply nodded and accepted Charles hospitality, "alright, there's a lot to be discussed."

Walking into the mansion like school, Vali calmly looked around. It was a lot like how the movies portrayed it to be only he saw a few things that weren't shown in the movies.

There were many prying eyes as the group made their way towards Charles office, some wary but most of them curious about the unknown person following behind their teachers.

"Sorry about that, the kids haven't seen many new faces for a while now." Charles apologized.

Vali in turn gave a smile and said, "no worries, I'm used to it."

"Ah yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier the founder of this school, over there is Ororo Monroe and the one beside her is Hank McCoy."

Vali nodded and greeted, "its nice to meet all of you."

Hank smiled and reached out his hand for a handshake while saying, "nice to meet you." Ororo also reached out her hand for a hand shake and apologized, "I'm sorry about before, it was rude of me."

"Don't mind." Vali shook his head, he never took it to heart at all. There was no way she could have hurt him after all.

After Vali also gave a firm handshake to Charles they all sat down and Charles was the first to speak up, "so mr. Ferguson what's this deal you're offering us?"

Seeing as the mood changed, Vali got down to business and said, "actually my deal is pretty straight forward and I'm pretty sure it'll benefit both of us..."

Vali paused a bit before continuing, "I have some bad blood with an old friend of yours... actually wait, what exactly is your relationship with magneto man, are you guys like friends or enemies, it's really hard to tell?"

Charles was dumbfounded. The sudden question threw him off, isn't it pretty clear they're enemies? But wait, then why doesn't he hate magneto very much? 

To be honest he had many chances to end his old friend but doesn't do it, it was also the same the other way around as magneto also had many chances to kill him but never does it so what exactly was their relationship?

Ororo and Hank on the side also started wondering after Vali asked, there were in fact many truths  about what Vali was saying and they witnessed it first hand.

They both looked at Charles with a questioning look, they were also curious on how Charles would answer. Charles lips twitched as he felt all eyes fiercely directed at him waiting for an answer.

Shaking his head Charles firmly answered, "enemies, we're definitely enemies!"

Vali looked relieved then asked, "ok, so then you wouldn't have any problems with me killing him then, right?"

Charles frowned when he heard the word kill come out of Vali's mouth, "kill? Is that really necessary?" Ororo and Hank also frowned when they hear Vali talk about killing.

"Then should I let him live? Even after all the suffering he's caused, after all the countless lives he took?" Vali derisively asked.

All of them went silent. What Vali said was all true, magneto has truly done some horrible things to a lot of people weather they were innocent or even those of his own kind, he was certainly irredeemable.

"Still, what you're suggesting isn't any better, you'll be just like him if you kill him!" Charles countered, still feeling that killing wasn't the way to go about this.

"Yes, I wouldn't be any better than him!" Charles nodded thinking that he was getting through to Vali but was completely thrown off when Vali continued, "but I don't mind stooping to his level and killing if it means there's one less piece of trash in the world."

Seeing that he wasn't getting through to Vali, Charles suddenly got defensive for some reason and warned Vali, "I'm sorry but I can't let you do that!"

"Oh? Who's gonna stop me, just you guys?" Vali derisively asked in a condescending manner. He finally put down all pretenses after Charles suggestively threatened him with his words.

"You know, I actually don't really understand why you're so against me killing magneto, you claim you're enemies but here you are protecting him? You realize the problem right? It's you Charles!"

"Do you think you're doing the right thing here by protecting magneto? Don't you realize you're jeopardizing the health and safety of the kids here every time magneto shows up and terrorizes the school?"

"Who do you think pays for the feud between yours and magnetos differing beliefs? Do you think you're protecting these kids when all you're really doing is confusing them and harming their minds with all the danger you constantly expose them to?"

It was getting harder and harder to rebuke Vali with all the valid points he was making, even Ororo and Hank started to get swayed by what Vali was saying, they even started to question weather what they were doing was the right thing or not.

Charles on the other hand reclined back into his wheelchair and masked his face with his hand before he sighed and asked, "after you kill magneto, then what? Another magneto will just appear again!"

"Then I'll kill the next magneto and the one after him and I'll keep killing until all the magnetos of the world perish, the more the merrier!" Vali gave a contemptuous smirk as he said this.

He didn't mind having powerful enemies, no, he welcomed them with open arms after all they'll only make him stronger once he kills them. In fact he would be more worried if there weren't any enemies at all.

Killing isn't a problem for him, if it was why would he chose to have the powers of the shadow monarch? He would be a joke if he wasn't ready to kill after receiving these powers.

Hearing Vali's reply, Charles frowned while Ororo and Hank looked a little unsure of what to make of him. "Killing? Is that your solution to everything?" Charles asked while looking a little irritated.

"Pretty much yeah, as long as the problem can be solved by killing why not? It's not like I'm saying I'll take innocent lives, hell I'm even willing and let a person reform if they want to but if they can't why keep them around? That's just looking for problems." Val plainly stated.

"Still you can't—"

Before Charles could finish his words Val abruptly stood up and said, "that's it, there's no point in arguing with you, I'll just end it with this, will you help me with killing magneto or not?"

There was a deathly silence in the room, Charles had his head down as he was thinking while Ororo and Hank sat by the side waiting for the choice Charles would make.

After a bit of time, Charles looked up and into Vali's eyes that were now completely full of irritation, "I... I'll help you but let me do it, let me kill him!"

Vali was surprised, why would Charles suddenly agree and he even wants to do it himself. There was definitely something more to this. 

Vali narrowed his eyes and stared at Charles for a good while before answering, "Alright, it doesn't really matter who kills him as long as he's dead but know this, I don't take kindly to those to betray or lie to me. So tell me Charles, are you thinking of betraying me?"

"...No, It's my fault he's become like this, I couldn't save him so I should be the one to take responsibility!" Charles sullenly said.

Vali clasped his hands together and exclaimed with a big smile, "Great! I'm glad to see you've come around, happy cooperations!"

Vali reincarnates into the marvel world with his own special set of skills and powers he gets from making a deal with a higher being.

“Arise! Cover worlds in darkness and show the universe the power of the shadow legion!”

“As you command, Shadow Monarch!”

——————-

1 chapter a day at any time

One Day, a group of Children sat in a suburban house, the walls lined with carpet.  
No, they were not lined with carpet for the sake of keeping the house warm.  The house was fairly old, In the 1960's and 1970's it was high fashion to staple long colorful carpet to the walls.
They called it 'Shag' and no one batted an eye.
Because Fuck that Carpet.. you could line anything with that shit, and fuck on it.'  
Shag Carpeting was literally 'The Shit.'
Anyways, Those little Motherfuckers came together and decided it was time to play some D&D.
Here is the story, the story we all try to forget.
------------------------------
"Did you bring it"  One of the Players Mark Called out.
The Group had gotten sick of Brad never bringing his things for the games.  It had gotten to the point that the group had actually gone through the lengths to supply him with the right dice, but he just kept fucking losing them.
"Of course I did."  Brad pulled some dice from his pocket with some lint.
One of the dice tumbled out into the street and got kicked into the tire of a passing car.
"Look, you put them in something.. a bag, whatever.. but stop losing shit.  We can't afford it anymore."  Arron was super annoyed but he had a lucky charm.
Arron had saved his allowance.  He had spent all four hundred dollars from his summer vacation on a singular set of dice.  They were made from the bones of some animal that he had forgotten the name of.  After the guys saw their friends newest game piece they were a little envious, and then they saw how they rolled and were much less impressed.
Bones were hollow and porous, they tumbled awkwardly.  It many ways, they were flawed but as they were quite unique to the boys the value was much higher from their own appreciations.
"What's the game tonight.?"  Yuri couldn't help but ask.  He was the fat one, they were all a bit portly, but Yuri was a Chocolatier.  He spent most of his time working out his perfect recipe, which oddly enough helped contribute greatly to his weight.
"Tonight we play a game I bought from Foundlers bay collectible house.  Its called Whisper when you're dead"
"The goal of the game was to make it to the end of the board, if you roll a five or six you get to advance.  If you roll 1 you run backwards, and if you get a 2 you get to go forward two spaces.
Threes are for when someone would be trapped, only a three or four would allow for more.
The game was a running game of wits, hits and spirits."
"There are 13 spaces and 6 players in total allowed, no one could occupy the same space and the dice can only be rolled when its your turn."
Amy set up the board, she was the token girl of the group.  Even if Ronny was her crush, he never  knew nor cared enough to inspect the situation.
They each had their own small pewter figurines for the game.  Amy had an elf ranger and Ronny was a Shoe he had stolen from a monopoly game.  Jesse was using a gold coin and Mark was doing what he had always done and wowed the group with something extra expensive as a placeholder.
This time he had a small bar of platinum.  It was pretty small, but Platinum was never cheap.
"Lets make this interesting."  Amy was tired of seeing Mark throw money around.
"I'll let you feel my boobs if you win, but If i win I want that bar of platinum."  Mark wasn't interested in girls so he quickly denied her.
Ronny was always a tease so he poked some fun at her with a quick "DE-NI-ED!" followed by him spiking the dice onto the tabletop, scattering some of the cards.
"Shit, sorry."  Cleaning up, Ronny looked over at Amy.
"So.. what do we get if we win."  Ronny spoke, but everyone was a little curious.  It was Amy that offered to let Mark get a feel if he had won, but what If it was someone else.
"Offer stands, Win and be a Man."  Amy stuck her tongue out.
"Highest Roll goes first. Roll."  Charles was always quiet, but it was probably due to his medications.
Amy rolled a 4, It was Jesse who won.
Shaking his hands with the die inside, Jesse threw the dice against the backboard.
'6'  Everyone watched as it stopped.
"He rolled a 6!"  The group was happy to see such a powerful roll on the first chance.
A deep red ooze, the color of blood began pooling underneath the die.  Reaching to pluck it from the sticky soda-looking substance, Ronny felt a splash of something on his finger.
"Nasty"  Shaking the die off vigorously with his fingers and fanning them about, Ronny handed the now stamped red die to Arron.
"Your shit is bunk homie."  Jesse was super jealous of Arron's spending habits, but Arron had money.. lots of it.
"Alright, I was saving it, I have a bunch of fours, but I only have a single D20!"  Arron pulled out his recent internet auction win.
'I bet these guys talk shit about this one too'  Arron was waiting for the bad review but someone changed the subject very fast.  It was dice, but somehow it turned who's buying pizza tonight.
Being the last one to speak and the only one with nearly bottomless pockets, Arron was left with the bill.
"My parents can pay for this one, but the next ones on you guys."  Arron understood that Pizza meant a continuation of the game.
The rules of the game didn't call for a D20.  Arron was showing off but things don't always work out the way you want.  Arron dropped the die onto the board and the pieces started moving on their own.
"This isn't fucking Juman~Ahhhhhh"  Jesse was caught in a spider web and pulled into a trap.
Arron thought he was dreaming and watched for a moment.  When Amy started to lose her shit and give him a headache he realized something was a little wrong.
"Look!"  Arron pointed at the board and his piece had moved 20 places and gone completely around the board twice.
The Game was a short one, it was more intended to be a debate and conquer game.
Arron tried to roll the die again, but it wasn't his turn and a buzzer sounded out in the background.  A penalty had been brought to Arron for rolling out of turn.
A small fireball was struck underneath his ass.
It was Amy's turn but she wasn't particularly interested in playing, she was more interested in getting the fuck away from the spider web.
"I hate spiders... i hate spiders.. i fucking hate spiders.. help me get this shit out of the way so I can get away.... fuck spiders... fuck spiders... "  Amy crept along the wall waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Like it was waiting for her to stop talking, shit finally hit the fan.  A 5 foot large spider came crawling out of the bedroom and down the stairwell.  They had decided to play the game in the den near the back of the house, there was just so much more room than in Amy's room.
"My Room!"  Amy saw her posters being torn from the walls.
She looked over at Arron and slapped him with all her might.
The sound echoed and carried into the hallway.
"Where are the dice!"  Amy was smart, but rather hard to handle as a person.  That was why her father never had a problem with a bunch of guys coming over.  It would never be a station of him walking in on a gang bang train to his daughter's Choo-choo.
Amy picked up all the dice and threw them for her roll.
There were 2d6 1d20 and 4d4, she didn't know what was going on, but she threw them anyway.
'4,6,17,1,2'
The rolls didn't make sense to Amy but the game board started to make a different set of adjustments.
A Black hand reached out and swatted at one of the boys standing by the side in confusion.
There were ten kids watching this shit happen in the middle of a house, and none of them moved.  They were afraid.  When the hand grabbed onto Charles and dragged him through the broken portions of the house, smearing his body like a dry red paintbrush across the edge of a fan blade.
the pud.dud.ud.ud.ud.ud.d.d.d.d. sound left everyone a bit unsure on how they were suppose to handle themselves.
Amy screamed as she watched Charles' body crumple into a small pile and disappear into an air vent.
It was Mark's turn.
Mark pulled the dice off the board, he was wondering why they just didn't run.  But before he could throw the dice, Yuri decided to run.  A chime rang and the black hand had risen again.
The chocolate hound stopped in his tracks and started to make a rather foul imitation of his favorite food inside of his trousers.
The group grimaced, Yuri was wearing Khaki pants.. the damage was obvious.
Mark dropped the dice to cover his nose and watched them tumble to a stop.
4,4,18,1,2
A series of chimes rang out, different than before.  Having rolled two fours, Mark's piece was dragged across the board and was near the end.
The 18 had given him a positive attack, non-critical to defend his life.  But the 1 and 2 would leave him full of openings if he went out at all instead of just defending himself.
Mark paid attention to the rules, but he still didn't understand what it meant, the game was from the internet.  The dice were something he won in an auction.  To Mark, this entire thing was a tragic and very frightening experience.
A white hand came out from the air-vent, it swung toward Mark and missed him.
It didn't miss Yuri, who was too afraid to move.  He had already soiled himself.  When the hand reached Yuri's face the others survivors were beginning to vomit.
The mess at his feet had also left them without traction, the once white hand was quickly smeared a deep shade or twenty of brown.
When Yuri was lifted into the air, those that were unfortunate to be underneath him suffered greatly.  The dark golden mist of hot rain drenched the carpet near the stairs and scared the dog to run away.
Another hand appeared and grabbed the dog.
Everyone screamed
"No!  Not Snoop-snoop!"
Yuri let out one more sigh of frustration before he too was sucked into the air vent.  He was more angry than anything that they had objected to the dog being taken, but Yuri was just fair game.
The hand tried pulling snoop-snoop into the vent, Snoop-snoop slipped out after struggling.  The other two had likely died needlessly.
It was now Ronny's turn.  He was pretty sure he didn't want to play the game anymore and yelled out that he didn't want to.  Those that were still alive decided to yell back.
"Don't be a pussy Ronny, its just an internet game"
"Yea, I thought this was going to be fun Ronny."
"Guess who's not gonna see my tits tonight, Ronny."  Amy butted in, but no one was really all that interested.  She had matured a little faster than the boys she was hanging out with.
"ROLL THE FUCKING BONES RONNY!"  Brad was ultra high strung.  Whenever he was walking around he had to hold a fidget spinner.  It was a little embarrassing for his friends, Brad never put them down.  To see brad making fun of Ronny was hilarious for everyone, enough to let them forget for just a moment the very real death game they were put into.
"HURRY UP RUNNY"  Brad was growing more fearful, and Ronny taking his time was not helping the situation.
"Come on, Runny... RUNnie! Ruh'ni, Runny! RUhh-Nhi, Jen-eye,  Ron-eye is Jen-eye"  The jokes started to devolve into pop culture insults.
Brad was winning.
"FUCK YOU 'BRAG!' At least I do the shit I claim to do"  Ronny grabbed the dice and threw them.  It was famously terrible.
'1,5,7,4,3'  Ronny screamed on both the inside and the outside.
"1,5,7,4,3.  AH!!!!!" Screaming at the top of his lungs a brownish stained hand reached out and dragged his kicking corpse toward the air vent.
"I'M NOT GOING OUT LIKE THIS.  ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!"  Ronny broke free of the hand and grabbed a four sided die.
25% chance for a 1d4 to maximize was better than a 1d6.
Throwing the one die, Ronny rolled a 4 and picked up the 1d20.
He earned his saving roll and threw again.
'17'  His throw wasn't a 20.  But he was in the clear, Ronny could feel his chest crushing in on itself a little more.  It was really getting hard for him to continue.
It was Amy's turn again, and no one wanted to be her.
"FUCK ALL OF YOU!"  Screaming she crept closer to the dice and picked them all up.  She was crying, but it didn't matter.
The Dice bounced off the side of the wall and came to a rest.
The other participants watched the numbers come to a stop. 6, 6, 6, 4, 1,
Both hands came up and clasped Amy between the giant fingers.  the crushing noises overtook the screaming for a moment while Amy was squeezed like a tube of toothpaste onto the floor.
The final popping sound of her head exploding left the others entirely without the will to continue and they waited for their death.


--------------
The Police came to the house a few days later.
Amy's Father had come home from his trip and noticed the damage immediately.  However, there was no saving her or what remained of his sanity thereafter.
After the Police cleaned up everything and got rid of the bodies, the house and its contents were sold on Ebay. 
Included in the sale were a set of hand crafted Dice, on sale... priced to move.

Vulgar story.  Please leave labels alone.

REMEMBER TAGS.  READ THEM 

This is a rude story, not for the tender hearted or inexperienced.  

A COLLECTION OF TWISTED GAME SHORT STORIES.  Starting with the grandfather of many games, the D20

Bring a Pancho, its gonna get wet.

Nesse momento, uma energia vermelha escarlate começa a girar ao redor e envolver ser corpo, sua espada uma vez prateada agora era tão vermelha quanto sangue, a energia escarlate também envolvia a espada e dava a ela uma aura sanguinária. 

 Os olhos de Charles estavam totalmente vermelhos quando ele olhava friamente para Ivan. Ivan ficou surpreso por um tempo, mas se acalmou rapidamente.

 "AHHHHHHH!! " Ivan rugiu alto quando se jogou em direção a Charles.

 CLANCK CLACK CLANCK

 Suas espadas colidiram várias vezes produzindo faíscas, a cada golpe trocado resquícios de magia eram jogados na atmosfera fazendo as plantas incinerarem ou murcharem e morrerem instantaneamente. 

 Isso continuou por um tempo até que Charles recuasse e olhasse ferozmente para Ivan. Ivan estava totalmente centrado com uma expressão afiada em seus olhos.

 Ivan estava sendo bastante cauteloso com Charles, principalmente com a magia que o mesmo usava, afinal, aquela energia tinha uma aura de morte presente nela que poderia fazer qualquer pessoa comum tremer em sua presença.

 Charles faz uma pose de ataque e movimenta sua espada cortando o ar fortemente. Nesse momento uma energia vermelha escarlate em forma de arco é disparada em direção a Ivan.
 
 Ivan ficou surpreso e franziu a testa, ele empurrou sua velocidade aos limites esperando saiu do alcance do ataque.

 O ataque passa raspando e causa um longo corte no braço de Ivan.

 O restante da energia passa direto e atinge a vegetação a quilômetros de distância, quando isso acontece as flores ali murcham, as arvores começam a secar e os pássaros que voavam nas proximidades começam a cair um após o outro.

 "Você pode ter desviado do ataque completo, mas... mesmo essa energia que te atingiu ainda é mortal. Esse ataque mata dois pássaros com uma pedrada só, além de corroer seus órgãos, essa magia absorve sua vitalidade para se alimentar e ficar cada vez mais forte. E o melhor dessa magia é que não tem cura, só se me matar, mas isso vale para qualquer tipo de magia, todo mundo sabe disso! "
"Parece que eu vou ter que te matar mais rápido então! " Disse Ivan com um sorriso frio em seu rosto.
"Se eu não te matar agora, você só vai ter mais 5 horas de vida. "

A energia escarlate explodiu na espada de Charles, sua silhueta piscou antes que ele desaparecesse de sua posição original e reaparecesse na frente de Ivan. Ele brandiu sua espada e cortou o ar em direção a cabeça de Ivan.

Ivan se esquiva do ataque e lança um ataque de espada em direção ao pescoço de Charles. 

"Humpf! " Charles bufa friamente antes de condensar a energia escarlate em sua espada e usa-la para bloquear a espada em sua direção. 

CLANCK

As armas colidem e ambos são afastados pelo impacto. Charles é levado alguns metros para trás deixando trilhas no chão e Ivan salta para trás pousando logo em seguida.

Sem perder tempo, Ivan corre a toda velocidade em direção a Charles, um fogo intenso começa a queimar em ambos seus braços, ele joga sua espada para cima fazendo- a girar no ar e estreita seus olhos olhando ferozmente para Charles.

A espada cai e se finca no chão com um som abafado. Charles olha para Ivan em dúvida e pergunta:

"Porque está abandonando sua arma? Que morrer? "
"....." Ivan não responde.
"Ou será que você não me coloca em seus olhos!! " Charles começa a ficar furioso.

 Depois de um tempo Ivan continuava ali imóvel, Charles se enfurecia mais a cada momento, mas não se atreveu a atacar e ser descuidado, quem iria saber o que seu oponente estava planejando.

 Cof Cof

 Ivan tosse um bocado de sangue.

 Cof Cof

 Ivan tosse novamente. Charles olhou para cena e um brilhou frio passou por seus olhos quando ele disse:

 "haha. Se não se apressar você vai morrer em breve! "

 Ivan estreita os olhos mais ainda e diz com um sussurro.

 "Magia de chamas... Nivel 3! "

 Nesse momento as chamas em torno do corpo de Ivan começam a ficar mais intensas a cada segundo. Aquelas chamas davam a sensação de que se alguém se aproximasse muito, viraria cinzas instantaneamente.

 A 10 metros de Ivan, não existia mais paisagem, somente um terreno seco e escuro queimado pelas chamas. 

 "Ele já atingiu o nível 3? Parece que essa batalha não vai ser tão fácil quanto eu pensei. "

 A energia de morte de Charles explodiu quando seu corpo foi coberto por uma camada grossa de energia escarlate. 

 "Venha! " Charles rugiu para Ivan em plenos pulmões.

 Os braços de Ivan foram se avermelhando até que se tornaram em fogo puro. Ivan faz uma pose de ataque e fecha os olhos, depois disso ele abre seu punho e lança um golpe de palma em direção a Charles a vários metros de distância.

 A palma de Ivan produz uma quantidade aterrorizante de chamas que são atiradas em direção a Charles e formam uma palma de fogo gigante em pleno ar.

 Charles ficou severo ao ver isso. Ele então ergueu sua mão para frente e um enorme escudo vermelho escarlate é formado.

 BOOOM

 A palma e o escudo colidem. Charles estava severo, o ataque foi bem mais poderoso do que pensou.

 "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Charles rugiu alto quando a energia de morte no escudo explodiu produzindo mais duas camadas de defesa.

 Mesmo com esse aumento na defesa o ataque de palma não enfraqueceu e depois de um tempo o escudo se dispersou no ar quando o golpe de Ivan continuou indo em direção a Charles.

 Ele pulou para o lado para desviar do ataque, mas foi inútil, o ataque o atingiu e ele foi engolido pelas chamas.

 "aaaaaaaargh! " Um grito agonizante ressoou por todo lugar

 Esse grito se estendeu por um longo período, as chamas continuavam a queimar o corpo de Charles que rolava pelo chão tentando apagar as chamas, depois de um tempo as chamas se dispersaram e revelaram nada mais que um corpo carbonizado.

 Cof 

 Ivan tosse um bocado de sangue e se ajoelha segurando em sua barriga firmemente. A magia de Charles não foi fatal mas causou graves ferimentos em seus órgãos internos, pelo menos o suficiente para impossibilita-lo de lutar por 15 dias.
 O espaço ao redor de Ivan começa a ondular e uma energia azul brilhante surge de repente, essa energia ondulava por todo lugar até que se formou em um jovem, o jovem usava um manto negro e tinha um bom semblante. Esse jovem era Jerick.

 Jerick olha ao redor e logo pousa o olhar em Ivan, ele anda apressadamente em sua direção com uma expressão preocupada.

 "Eai Jerick. Eu... Eu não morri, haha! " Diz Ivan com uma voz fraca

 Jerick não o responde, apenas toca em seu ombro e faz uma energia azul brilhante girar em torno depois, essa energia os engole fazendo-os desaparecer no mesmo lugar.

 No palácio real do reino de Nhavala, o rei permanecia sentado em seu trono em um turbilhão de pensamentos.

 CRAAAACK

 A porta se abre e revelando um guarda usando uma armadura prateada, o guarda anda pelo tapete estendido e se ajoelha perante o rei de Nhavala. O guarda abaixa as cabeça e ergue um envelope em sua mão.

 "Vossa Majestade, me foi pedido que lhe entregasse essa carta, diz ser de extrema urgência. "

 Um dos guardas ao lado do rei se apressa para frente pega o envelope das mãos de seu companheiro, ele retorna ao lado do rei e olha para o mesmo, o rei assente e o guarda abre o envelope.

 Ao verificar que não havia nada de anormal no objeto ele pega os papeis e entrega nas mãos do rei.

     O rei pega o envelope e tira um bilhete de dentro dele, o rei começa a ler o bilhete e franzi as sobrancelhas levemente quando um brilho estranho passou por seus olhos, o rei apressadamente ordena para um dos guardas.

 "Traga-me papel e caneta rapidamente! "
 Um guarda se curva e sai passa por uma das portas apressado. Um tempo depois ele retorna com uma almofada que tinha em cima dela uma caneta e um pedaço de papel apoiado por uma tabua de madeira.

 O guarda se ajoelha e entrega a almofada ao rei, o rei toma a almofada das mãos do guarda e começa a escrever no papel, as pessoas ali não perceberam, mas o rosto do rei de Nhavala estava fervendo em animação.

 Depois de um tempo o rei afasta a caneta do papel e armazena o papel em um envelope, ele olha para um dos guardas e diz:

 "Entregue isto ao mensageiro. Mande-o entregar a um jovem chamado Rick no lago da felicidade. "

 O rei observa o guarda se retirar, ele junta as mãos em contemplação e pensa:

 "Espero para que não seja uma piada ou enganação, se isso for verdade, eu não precisarei mais me preocupar com o rumo desta guerra. "

 [Nota: Me desculpes por possíveis erros de ortografia ou concordância, também lhes peço que me indique maneiras ou dicas para melhorar o conteúdo de minha webnovel.]

Jason de repente se vê em um mundo onde a magia é real. Ele busca sobreviver em meio a guerras e batalhas sangrentas. Não vai demorar muito e ele vai perceber que sua vida não era tão simples quanto ele imaginava.


Um capitulo por dia | Horário indefinido

"¿Qué quieres saber, Tatenashi-nya~?" - preguntó Honne con una sonrisa adormilada mientras empezaba a comer sus bocadillo.

"¿Cuantas veces te he dicho que no le hables con tanta familiaridad a Tatenashi-sama, Honne-chan?" - suspiró su hermana mayor mientras negaba con la cabeza.

"Tranquila, sabes muy bien que no me gustan las formalidades" - dijo Tatenashi con una sonrisa - "Y respondiendo a tu pregunta, es algo simple... ¿cómo es él durante clases?"

"¿Normal?" - respondió la chica de primer año mientras ladeaba la cabeza en confusión - "Kuku no interactúa con mucha gente y siempre tiene esa misma expresión casi neutral, a menos que esté hablando con Liacchi, Honono u Orimu"

"¿Liacchi, Honono u Orimu?" - preguntaron las chicas del consejo estudiantil que sinceramente no sabían de quienes estaban hablando.

"Alcott-san, Shinonono-san y Orimura-kun" - suspiró Utsuho. Ella como hermana mayor, comprendía que trataba de decir la chica de ojos adormilados.

"Oh~" - las demás chicas asintieron cuando escucharon esto.

"¿Algo más?" - preguntó Tatenashi.

"Veamos... hay rumores de que tiene algo con Charchar" - respondió Honne mientras los zorros de sus broches de cabello, se movían como si estuvieran vivos - "Aunque esas son solo fantasías de un grupo de chicas... creo que escuché algo sobre 'Conquista: El Tirano y su Rehén'"

Utsuho y las dos chicas del consejo estudiantil, se sonrojaron cuando escucharon eso porque ellas habían leído algo como eso en los foros de la escuela.

"¿Qué piensas de él, Honne-chan?" - preguntó Tatenashi mientras miraba a su Kouhai.

"Hmm... él es un chico misterioso... un tanto interesante" - dijo Honne mientras se ponía a pensar - "Es el típico chico malo que cualquier adolescente desea~"

"Ya veo..." - murmuró la presidenta - "Supongo que seguiré con mi plan~"

"¿Qué plan, Tatenashi-nya~?" - preguntó la chica de primer año.

Tatenashi solo le dijo que se acercara mientras le hablaba al oído.

"¡No!" - exclamó Honne con sorpresa - "¡Eso es injusto!¡No todas las chicas de la Academia pueden usar IS!"

"Es por eso que haré unas pequeñas modificaciones" - sonrió la chica de cabello azul - "Las batallas serán dobles y los participantes podrán escoger a un miembro del área de apoyo... el premio final será para los tres en igualdad de condiciones"

"¡Eres una genio, Tatenashi-nya!" - exclamó Honne con emoción mientras salía corriendo a toda velocidad de la sala.

"¿Qué fue lo que le dijiste?" - preguntó Utsuho con curiosidad.

"Es un secreto, mi amiga" - sonrió Tatenashi mientras continuaba con su trabajo - "Esto es más molesto de lo que pensé..."

* * * * *

Los días continuaron avanzando y el Torneo entre clases, estaba cada vez más cerca.

Rin decidió no seguir entrenando con Ichika porque si lo hacía, ella tendría una gran ventaja porque sabría sobre todos sus movimientos, y para sufrimiento del chico, el responsable en ayudarlo a entrenar, no fue otro que el Tirano. Si bien él terminaba completamente agotado cuando terminaba de entrenar, tenía que admitir que había mejorado sorprendentemente. Sus movimientos no solo eran mucho más rápidos, sino también precisos y ya no aterrizaba con el rostro.

"Bien... eso es todo por hoy" - dijo Cloud mientras veía como Ichika caía al suelo por el agotamiento. Su IS había sido desactivado de forma automática porque ya no le quedaba mucha energía.

"Las mejora es sorprendente" - dijo Charles mientras le daba una botella de agua. Ella se había acostumbrad a su nueva vida en la Academia, aunque todavía se sonrojaba cuando el rubio coqueteaba con ella, lo cual hacía que pensara que él realmente sabía sobre su verdadero sexo porque por su forma de ser normal, era obvio que no era homosexual.

"¿Qué tienen pensado hacer mañana?" - preguntó Ichika mientras se sentaba con incomodidad.

"Yo voy a hacer mis deberes..." - suspiró Charles.

"Yo tengo una cita con Houki" - respondió Cloud mientras se encogía de hombros.

"¡¿Enserio?!" - dijo Ichika con sorpresa - "¿Están juntos?"

"No, al menos por ahora" - dijo Cloud mientras negaba con la cabeza - "¿Cómo vas con tu relación con Rin?"

"!" - Ichika se sonrojó cuando escuchó esto - "¡No estamos en una relación!¡Solo somos amigos!"

"Eso no dicen los rumores" - dijo Charles con una pequeña sonrisa en su rostro. Ella tenía que admitir que encontraba divertido el molestar a su nuevo amigo.

"Tampoco ayuda que Rin te de de comer" - agregó el chico rubio mientras veía como su amigo se sonrojaba aún más.

"¡U-RU-SA-I!" - rugió Ichika mientras sacaba fuerzas que no sabía y salía corriendo de la arena, dejando a los dos rubios solos.

"Etto... ¿es cierto que iras a una cita con Shinonono-san?" - preguntó Charles mientras miraba a su compañero de cuarto.

"Sí" - asintió el chico rubio mientras miraba a la chica disfrazada - "¿Algo malo con ello?"

"N-No" - negó Charles mientras desviaba la mirada.

"Pareciera como si algo te molestara, Charles" - dijo Cloud mientras se acercaba la chica, quien retrocedió de forma inconsciente - "Sabes que puedes decirme sobre cualquier cosa"

". . ." - Charles solo continuó retrocediendo mientras miraba con pánico al chico que cada vez se acercaba más.

"¿Por qué retrocedes, Char?" - preguntó Cloud mientras ladeaba la cabeza en confusión.

"Y-Yo..." - Charles solo se sonrojó mientras sentía como su corazón latía con fuerza. Ella había pasado por momentos como este muchas veces durante los últimos días pero seguía sin poder acostumbrarse a la situación.

"¿Qué están haciendo?" - preguntó Ichika con confusión al volver a la Arena. A él se le había quedado algo en el camerino así que había vuelto a recuperarlo.

"Charles está actuando algo extraño así que estoy revisando si tiene fiebre" - dijo Cloud con calma mientras se encogía de hombros.

"Ahora que lo dices... él tiene el rostro rojo" - dijo Ichika mientras fruncía el ceño.

Cloud solo pudo suspirar en sus pensamientos mientras negaba con la cabeza. Ichika era tan denso que él no sabría que está pasando ni aunque se lo explicaran a golpes en el rostro.

"¡E-E-Estoy bien!" - exclamó Charles mientras desviaba la mirada. Ella sinceramente no podía resistir estos ataques tan aleatorios de su compañero de cuarto - "Etto... Cloud... ¿podemos hablar?"

"Claro, somos compañeros de cuarto" - asintió el rubio mientras le daba una sonrisa.

"Cierto..." - asintió Charles - "Vamos a nuestra habitación entonces"

"Eso sonó un poco extraño, Charles" - dijo Cloud mientras le daba una mirada a la chica que se sonrojó al comprender el doble sentido de sus palabras - "¡S-S-Solo vamos!"

"Extraño..." - murmuró Ichika mientras negaba con la cabeza sin comprender que estaba pasando.

* * * * *

Los dos rubios llegaron a su habitación luego de unos pocos minutos.

Charles rápidamente caminó hacia la puerta y puso el seguro.

"¿Ok?¿Por qué fue eso?" - preguntó Cloud al ver las acciones de la chica.

"Lo que voy a hablar es algo importante y no quiero que alguien nos interrumpa" - respondió la chica de Francia con seriedad.

"Ok, soy todo oídos" - dijo Cloud con seriedad.

"Dime Cloud... ¿has notado algo extraño en mi?" - preguntó Charles de forma directa.

"¿Extraño?¿Cómo qué?" - preguntó Cloud con curiosidad.

"Sabes muy bien de que estoy hablando" - dijo Charles con seriedad - "He tenido este presentimiento desde que empezaste a molestarme"

"Aún no comprendo de que estás hablando, Charles" - dijo el rubio mientras fingía ignorancia.

Charles frunció el ceño porque sentía que su compañero solo la estaba molestando aún más - "Hablo enserio, Cloud"

". . ." - Cloud no le respondió. Él solo se acercó donde la chica y la tomó del mentón.

Charles solo cerró los ojos unos segundos porque esto había sido algo normal durante estos últimos días y sinceramente, le estaba empezando a gustar este tipo de acciones tan osadas. Esto se debía a que ella había durante estos últimos años, había sido tratada como un hombre siendo que ella era una mujer y sentir este tipo de acciones que solo pasaban en los libros que leía, hacía que su corazón latiera a mil por hora.

Cloud por otro lado, tenía que admitir que era divertido ver las reacciones de 'Charles', en especial cuando se sonrojaba porque se veía extremadamente linda. Ella hacía honor a su título como una de las chicas más populares de la obra original.

Charles lentamente se acercó al rubio, quien solo correspondió ante las acciones de la chica. Él había estado resistiendo sus instintos por mucho tiempo y ahora una chica tan linda como Charles estaba iniciando un avance y él no podía negarse.

Lentamente los labios de los dos adolescentes hicieron contacto en un pequeño beso que poco a poco se empezó a profundizar.

Charles podía sentir como su corazón latía con mayor intensidad mientras rodeaba con sus brazos el cuello de su compañero de cuarto.

Cloud se acercó cada vez más a la chica mientras los dos continuaban besándose con pasión hasta que luego de unos pocos minutos, los dos se separaron.

Charles solo pudo desviar la mirada en vergüenza mientras recordaba los sentimientos que había sentido con el beso que recién había dado.

"E-Ese... fue mi primer beso..." - dijo la chica con una voz un poco más femenina. 

Cloud no le respondió, él solo levantó su mentón y volvió a robar los labios de la chica.

"¡Hmph~!" - Charles solo pudo mirarlo con sorpresa mientras empezaba a devolverle el beso. Ella se sentía tan tranquila en estos momentos. Ella no era Charles Dunois, el heredero de la Compañía Dunois de Francia, él no era Charles Dunois, el segundo chico capaz de pilotear un IS, él no era Charles Dunois, el estudiante de la Academia IS. Él... él en estos momentos era su verdadero yo, una chica que estaba harta de toda su vida, una chica que quería una vida normal, una chica como cualquier otra, ella era Charlotte.

Los dos chicos continuaron besándose mientras el tiempo pasaba con calma, sin importarles nada.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Según la votación... hasta ahora están decidiendo que en vez de dos capítulos el lunes, es mejor uno el lunes y otro el sábado como era antes... voy a dar otra semana para que decidan

[Reboot de mi Historia, Origen: Viaje entre Dimensiones]

Mucha gente se ha hecho preguntas como sobre como todo se originó...

¿Qué vino primero, el huevo o la gallina?¿A caso dios fue el que creó todo?¿A caso somos producto de una especie que se fue adaptando poco a poco al mundo?

Bienvenido Usuario a Origen, aquí podrás descubrir la respuesta que tantos sabios han buscado pero será un camino duro... lleno de peligros en cada esquina donde no solo tu intelecto será puesto a prueba, sino también tu poder, tu voluntad y tu preparación.

¿Eres lo suficientemente afortunado para llegar al final?¿Tienes el valor suficiente para dar el primer paso?¿Podrás conseguir la fuerza necesaria para seguir avanzando?

Eso... solo lo decides tú... avanzar o rendirte...

Solo tú decidirás que tan lejos quieres llegar...

Bienvenido a Origen... ¿Deseas iniciar tu viaje?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Actualización de Lunes a Viernes
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 
Capítulos adelantados en Pa treon, link al final de cada capítulo.

Charles sonrió misteriosamente. "Mis creencias son ... ligeramente diferentes a las de mi abuelo. Me gustaría contarte más, si estás interesado.

"Por supuesto", dijo Lu Zhiyu con seriedad con un movimiento de cabeza. "Estoy muy interesado."

"¿Crees en la carrera de sangre?", Preguntó Charles en un susurro silencioso.

"¿Vampiros?" Dijo Lu Zhiyu, sorprendido.

Había una diferencia entre estas palabras, por lo que Charles sacudió la cabeza. "¡No, la raza de sangre!"

Lu Zhiyu entrecerró los ojos. Las preguntas de Charles lo habían vuelto muy curioso. Miró a Charles. "Hay muchas leyendas sobre la raza de sangre", dijo. "Uno puede remontarse hasta hace miles de años, a la civilización mesopotámica. Hay registros de ellos en textos judíos antiguos y del Imperio Romano. Algunos dicen que son descendientes de Caín, el primer asesino según la Biblia, que asesinó a su hermano debido a los celos. Otros dicen que vinieron de Judá o del gobernante valaco Vlad Drácula ".

Él se detuvo por un momento. "Desde la Edad Media, la Iglesia Católica ha emitido varios decretos sobre la raza de sangre, actuando como si la raza de sangre fuera un gran enemigo. Esto pareció validar su existencia. Era como si estas criaturas chupadoras de sangre hubieran estado ocultas entre los humanos durante siglos ". Lu Zhiyu hizo una pausa y luego dijo:" Por supuesto, nadie sabe si eso es real o no. Todos estos son rumores y leyendas transmitidas de generación en generación. Nadie los ha conocido antes. ¡Es solo una leyenda!

Charles sacudió la cabeza. "No, no es solo una leyenda. Si estás dispuesto, puedo mostrarte un mundo completamente diferente.

"¿En serio?" Preguntó Lu Zhiyu, intrigado. "Estoy muy interesado."

Los dos intercambiaron sus tarjetas de visita y Charles desapareció con una sonrisa misteriosa mientras Lu Zhiyu frunció el ceño. Estaba seguro de que Charles era un hombre normal sin ninguna forma de habilidades especiales. Sin embargo, había sondeado en la mente de Charles y descubrió parte de la información de la que hablaba Charles.

Charles era un miembro leal de un culto llamado Clan Vaticano. Se unió a este culto cuando aún asistía a la universidad y se convirtió en miembro oficial después de graduarse. Había muchas personas famosas en el culto. Había varios empresarios y políticos ricos, así como científicos y artistas. Incluso hubo algunos actores y autores famosos entre los miembros del culto. Este culto claramente ejerció una influencia muy significativa.

También parecía haber algunas fuerzas y personas misteriosas y poderosas detrás de este culto. La memoria de Charles también contenía algunos eventos milagrosos. ¿Estas fuerzas y poderes sobrenaturales realmente existían en la Tierra?

Pero luego recordó el Pergamino del Mundo, y se interesó aún más. Quería aprender más sobre este culto.

En cuanto a por qué Charles lo invitó, Lu Zhiyu también estaba interesado. Parecía que la aparición de miembros era muy importante para este culto. Todos los miembros eran humanos muy hermosos. Cuanto más hermosa era, más probabilidades tenían de ser invitados a unirse al culto. ¡Era como si solo los seres atractivos cumplieran con los requisitos para la raza de sangre!

Por eso Charles se había acercado a Lu Zhiyu. Miró la tarjeta que Charles le había dado. Aunque Charles no dijo nada cuando se fue, Lu Zhiyu sabía que su nombre estaría en la lista la próxima vez que el culto se reuniera para una reunión. Lu Zhiyu decidió que se uniría a la próxima reunión. Estaba decidido a descubrir qué pasaba con este culto.

Después de abandonar la mansión, él y Charles pasaron un tiempo conversando juntos. Zoe los miró a los dos con una expresión aún más extraña en su rostro como si hubiera determinado la orientación sexual de Lu Zhiyu.

"Anthony, ¿seguiste rechazándome porque realmente te gustan los hombres?" Cuando Lu Zhiyu estaba a punto de alejarse de la mansión, Zoe de repente se apretó contra el asiento del pasajero.

"Por supuesto que no", dijo Lu Zhiyu. "Simplemente me dijo algunas cosas interesantes".

Zoe frunció el ceño. "No te está invitando a un culto, ¿verdad?"

Lu Zhiyu tampoco esperaba que Zoe supiera sobre el culto. "¿Tú también lo sabes?", Preguntó sorprendido.

Zoe sacudió la cabeza. "No mucho", dijo. "Pero Charles y mi hermano fueron a la misma universidad, así que sé un poco sobre las cosas. Solo quiero decirte que no profundices demasiado.

"¿Es peligroso?", Preguntó Lu Zhiyu.

"No sé", dijo Zoe encogiéndose de hombros. "Pero estos cultos son siempre tan misteriosos y privados. No puedes ser reconocido oficialmente y debes esconderte. ¿Por qué esconderse si no hay nada malo? Al menos deberías ser cauteloso.

Los dos se quedaron en el auto y conversaron un poco más antes de que Zoe se despidiera de él y se fuera. Se subió a su propio automóvil con un guardaespaldas profesional con chofer que la acompañó.

Lu Zhiyu pensó en las palabras de Zoe. Pensó que incluso si fuera peligroso, realmente no sería una amenaza para él. Por supuesto, aún sería cuidadoso porque no estaba seguro de lo que se escondía debajo de la superficie de este mundo.

Hablando de Zoe, ella parecía interesada en Lu Zhiyu todo este tiempo, pero nunca inició nada. ¡Parecía una mujer difícil de conseguir y en realidad era una mujer fuerte e independiente!

Se sentó en su auto un poco más, luego se alejó de la mansión. Esta fiesta había sido muy interesante y ayudó a revitalizarlo. Los humanos eran de hecho animales sociales. ¡Aparecerían todo tipo de problemas psicológicos después de estar separados por demasiado tiempo!

Una vez que regresó a su casa, pasó un tiempo mirando televisión antes de regresar al castillo dimensional. Había pasado otra docena de años desde que se fue, pero la gente hormiga había mantenido el castillo ordenado. Lu Zhiyu no necesitaba descansar por energía ahora, pero todavía tenía la costumbre de dormir. Descansar su mente podría ayudarlo a ajustar su estado.

Desde que desarrolló criaturas sobrenaturales, comenzó a planificar su próximo movimiento. Quería abrir el camino hacia el espacio de dimensión cero, para que las criaturas sobrenaturales pudieran florecer en el Mundo de María. Quería usar el Mundo de María como campo de pruebas para estos organismos.

Era solo un hombre y tenía velocidad y energía limitadas. A veces cometía errores o tenía lagunas en sus pensamientos. Si conseguía que más personas hicieran lo mismo que él, podría progresar mucho más rápido y de manera más eficiente. Otras personas podrían incluso señalar el camino correcto para él.

George Bernard Shaw había dicho una vez: "Tienes una manzana y yo tengo una manzana. Si comerciamos, solo tenemos una manzana cada uno. Pero si tienes una idea y yo tengo una idea y comerciamos, ¡cada uno tendrá dos ideas!

Así era el conocimiento. Lu Zhiyu podría recibir conocimiento descubierto por otros sin tener que robarlos. Esto fue algo mutuamente beneficioso.

Por accidente, Lu Zhiyu encontró la entrada a un mundo de baja dimensión, ¡y así comenzó un viaje totalmente diferente!

Libre para controlar todo en el juego de baja dimensión, Lu Zhiyu se sintió como un maestro de juego, e incluso Dios.

charles de lint books

Lord Charles Frost

charles and Betty

Otro mundo y la habilidad por flecha

La Sonrisa de Lazaro (traspaso)

The Devilish Assassin meets the Angelic Detective

Marvel: Rise of the shadow legion

RNG: Nightmare Games

Karasuno

Origen [Español]

Juego de baja dimensión

People search charles de lint books also like: