A little girl who lived once in the real world, walked up to the mirror reflection who grabbed her, and got her stuck in a white, transparent world, and the mirror was taken away in the world.

A little girl who lived once in the real world, walked up to the mirror reflection who grabbed her, and got her stuck in a white, transparent world, and the mirror was taken away in the world.

"Who is there? Anyone is hiding inside? Hello?" 

No one ever knew what or why it happened, but one day hopefully someone would visit the mirror.

A great white void stretches across the vast horizon. Forward, back, left, and right.

Emptiness is obviously evident.

A woman sits in the middle of the void, gazing towards a copper mirror.

"This is interesting."

A great white void stretches across the vast horizon. Forward, back, left, and right.

Emptiness is obviously evident.

A woman sits in the middle of the void, gazing towards a copper mirror.

"This is interesting."




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"Why won't you come out?" His eyes were bloodshot from crying. Even though the mirror was in his possession, he couldn't get the woman's heart inside.

"Alisa, Alisa, Alisa!" The man knew that if he recited the spirit's name, the spirit would become devoted only to him,  but why wasn't it working?

'Unless her name wasn't Alisa.' The man held the mirror as if it was his own heart. 'that woman lied to me!' 

A certain girl trapped in the mirror was frozen in place. It has been a few years ago when she only realized that she was reincarnated as the mirror in "Snow White", who would've thought that the man she saved from all those years ago became a King?

He placed his hand out of the mirror, this weird Purple aura surrounded his hands. His Firey orange eyes stared me down as he spoke..

"All of your deepest and darkest desires will
Come to life, just take my hand.."

"How can I even trust you. You came out of a mirror!! And how do I know I'm just imagining stuff!! You look dangerous-"

My room flashed with a white light, I looked up..and there he was..out of the mirror.

His thumb gliding across my lip as his voice sent shivers down my face. 

"Are you calling me a sinner sexy lady?" He spoke into my ear, gripping my waist as he did.

"Come with me...into the mirror..And you can be with me..forever if you please."

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One  that Night the World had changed for ever.

Humanity which had ascended to the zenith gave in to temptation and choose a path of no return.

What was awaiting them was not the paradise that they had imagined but a World Of Horrors were Life was cheap and Death a Luxury.

Finally after untold sacrifices which had caused the erection of mountains made of corpses and the emergence of rivers filled with blood , they finally managed to gain a foothold.

Even so they were well aware that when the bubble burst they would be thrust headfirst into hell once more.

In this New Era of Innumerable Crises and Unimaginable Opportunities the memory of the distant past had faded away , all that remained was the memory of that night when the old was burnt away in order to make way for the new.

The Night that was henceforth known as the White Night

✎ Takeo's most impure thoughts barely have time to hatch in his somewhat slow brain, as a bright, almost blinding golden light that seems to emanate from Ivan Pavlov's portrait fills the room. 
While his skepticism is no longer of any use to him, frightened by a situation he has never read about in a psychology book, James waves his white legs in the air. Anxious for a completely different reason, taking advantage of this light that penetrates the marshmallow fog, Takeo starts looking for his laptop, while during this time, Jenny removes the cat's corpse from her thighs and then, sensuously, she gets up from the old-fashioned sofa. 
Her tall, slender figure bathed in that angelic light that manages to highlight her generous curves, leaves the school psychologist with no choice but to swallow his saliva. 
Doing his best to ignore the smelly young man who paces his office and calls his laptop, James observes with an increased attention, Jenny who bends slowly to pick up the pile of bones remained on the sofa. 
The beautiful currently from behind, unaware of presenting him her adorable little buttocks little covered, wakes up George who immediately, stands at attention and salutes this glorious performance.
Takeo very disappointed and somewhat depressed not to have been able to find his laptop, consoles himself however by admiring the deep well-filled cleavage of the girl that he hesitates to approach. 
Unfortunately for the two admiring men, the best things always have an end too fast and very quickly, the beautiful whose face does not express any more its usual stupid expression, gets up then puts the corpse on her shoulder. 
"Rasputin invites us to discover his territory. Follow me!" 
To speak frankly, visiting the territory of a dead cat is not in James' primary concerns. Judging by the animal's appearance, the odds are that the place in question (if it is not the fruit of the imagination of the beautiful girl atrophied brain), is the tree under which he buried his pieces many years ago. 
However, taking into account all these irrational phenomena that he, a school psychologist, is not able to explain, James cannot exclude that behind the door that appeared in the place where Ivan's portrait usually occupies, there is a very small probability that something else is calling them.
This theory being only a little probable, it is more likely that too long confronted with the crazy girl, he is a victim of an illusion caused by the girl a little too obsessed with bones.
Another possibility suddenly strikes James' confused mind. Could he have consumed too much of his medicated candy and be as stoned as a poor student who has no choice but to sniff glue to relax? 
As a good geek with limited brainpower, Takeo doesn't have these concerns. Having finally understood that his laptop didn't follow him here, only listening his beastly instinct, his red eyes now focused on Jenny's big breasts, tongue hanging out for a different reason than before, he has already abandoned his so precious gamer chair to head towards this mysterious door where, according to his confused thoughts, his Orc female is patiently waiting for him. 
As if she was an apostle, placed right in front of the door, without a word, Jenny smiles then opens her arms towards the two men who still can't take their eyes off her. 
Like a loving mother, she observes these somewhat strange men whose behavior could worry a person who, unlike her, has not always lived in an alternative world.
The young girls looks benevolently at James in sweat who is suspended in the air, consuming his last pills.
Closer to her, Jenny smiles broadly at the young man in the yellow boxers whose gaze is directed at a certain part of her body. If she could understand the meaning of this lascivious look, it is likely that Jenny would take exception, but for the first time in osmosis with what surrounds her, more in adequacy with the reality, as usual, Jenny does not understand anything. 
With Rasputin's urging which shakes his tail bones more and more vigorously, as if she had been sent here by God who had personally chosen her to accomplish a mission, Jenny is about to fulfill her destiny. 
Elegantly, she turns around and places her hand on the handle of the candy pink semi-materialized door. 
...
When her hand comes into contact with the indefinite material of the handle, a new phenomenon occurs that the James never learned in the courses he took in England. It is instantaneous, too fast for the human eye to perceive, but one thing remains real: 
Where a moment ago Ivan was, now only a rectangle of golden light can be perceived.
"It is time to enter the real world."
What real world? If the real world of the beautiful long-legged girl is to make him a man developing autistic behavior, James refuses to pass this blinding light.
James' reality is governments that refuse to listen to the citizens who put them in office. 
The reality of a modern man is the big companies that spy on the proletarian who made the mistake of trusting them through apps and the internet. 
The reality is the rampant authoritarianism under the pretext of urban security or health issues. The deprivation of the most elementary rights as technology develops. The communitarianism, the manipulation of information by the media... This is the reality and this reassuring reality, James likes it. 
Aside from getting as far away from his fat Martha as possible, however reluctant he may be to separate himself from his reality to possibly be confronted with the discovery of a different vision that could disturb his life, the school psychologist is betrayed by his shoddy armchair. 
The cheap armchair provided by the High School swings from right to left, then without even considering James' point of view who particularly enjoys voting for a candidate who doesn't care what his constituents really want, he heads for the place where a few moments ago, there was a reproduction of Ivan on which last year, some little moron had the good idea to tag, James Kovach the glanshead.
James yells at his chair to stop, but the flying object doesn't listen. 
Obviously, it is just an object...
Like the chosen one by the pile of bones that she is, Jenny disappears first in the light, then it's the dirty boy's turn and finally, while he's still fighting against the unwillingness of his cheap armchair, James enters the golden passage. 
The psychologist of course thought of jumping but not being sure that his skinny legs would bear the shock, he could not bring himself to attempt this risky move. 
...
"This is... Why the hell can't I smell gasoline in this place?"
In response to a James observing the vast field consisting of light green weeds, in order to reassure him, Jenny puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Welcome to Rasputin's world."  
"Oh, the old man has become young. Wait old man, I have a pocket mirror that has saved my life many times. Without it, I would have confused virtual and real many times. Take it, I'll lend it to you."
James doesn't much appreciate the fact that this jerk cut off the beautiful Jenny who, it seems, is finally endowed with some form of intelligence. Not wanting to argue with a punk and avoiding touching the hand that must have been lying around in various suspicious places, he grabs the small round mirror.
Alerted by the words of the punk, without wasting any time James directs the small mirror towards his face.
Despite the fact that the glass of the object is particularly dirty, as the school psychologist directs the small mirror in various directions, a small tear flows from his right eye.
It is indeed the pants that he himself bought 3$ in the Clems supermarket, his ridiculous shirt that could not be uglier could not have been substituted, as for the Rolmex that highlights his little white arm, it is undeniable that it is the original and yet...
"What miracle could have happened to make me 20 again?"
At that very moment, many things go through the mind of a James so moved that he manages for the first time in years to forget about his fat Martha. 
As a new professional opportunity is suddenly offered to him, not being a school psychologist anymore, driving the beautiful Jenny to a cheap hotel would not be a breach of ethics, as for the purchase of an Italian suit...
Contemplating the reflection of the young man with skinny arms in the mirror, James' smile spreads on his lips.
More and more confident, already glimpsing a bright future, it is however at this precise moment that a fat woman in pajamas with a donut in her mouth and holding a television set in her arms is ejected from the rectangle of light which then disappears.
"Martha? Old bag, why do you come to ruin my life again?" ✏

"I heard that this shop will be selling magical communication mirrors - with them one can contact anyone else, who has bought a mirror from this shop," said an old lady wearing a wide witch's hat and dark robes while standing on the street in front of the shop titled 'Dragon Enterprises' with her friend, who was similarly dressed.

"I doubt that it is possible. My husband once bought us a pair and I know that they work very specifically. It is impossible to connect them to other people's magical mirrors, since they are made by different enchanters and have different charms, even if the function is similar," said the old lady's friend arrogantly. She appeared to be very confident when speaking on this subject, however her companion wasn't convinced.

"They are even advertising that they will return the fees if what they are saying isn't true," she argued heatedly. Her friend just snorted with disbelief, however, she still carefully read the poster which was hanging on one of the windows.

Around the big white building, which was just next to the Gringotts bank, a crowd could be seen gathering. They enthusiastically discussed the magical mirrors and the new store's opening, which would happen on the next day. 

"Wow, they will be returning funds if the magical mirrors don't work?" said one brightly dressed wizard, eerily resembling Dumbledore, with some disbelief.

Another person shook his head, expressing doubt, and commented: "Have you seen what it says at the bottom? In the future the mirrors will have other functions, such as sending messages through them. Does it mean that we will no longer need owls? How does that even work?!"

"Ah!!! I am too stupid! I don't understand, how will I find out my friend's number if I cannot call them to ask?" asked one young lady, who had been squinting at one of the posters for the past 10 minutes. Her boyfriend, who has been standing by the side the whole time and tapping his foot on the ground, impatiently answered:

"You really are stupid! Just floo and ask them! You can also send an owl with your own number and when they call, they will tell you their number."

The lady wasn't angered, seemingly used to her companion's temperament. She idly continued to talk, as though she didn't notice her boyfriend's impatience: "But look at how much they cost! The minimum cost is 3 galleons and if the calls exceed 100 minutes per month, we have to pay 1 knut for each additional minute? What if we don't pay?"

A sigh of exasperation could be heard. The lady's boyfriend really wanted to know how he came to like this slow-minded girl. "Don't you see what's written in front of you? They can disable your mirror until you pay up!"

"That's just ripping people off!"

"Well, it is apparently hard to maintain the whole network, so they are doing it because they don't want to 'crash' it, whatever that means..." came the uncertain answer for the first time during their conversation. 

An old and flair wizard, sitting on a floating chair, heard the pair's talk and interrupted: "I bet that's hogwash - they just want to earn some money! Though the whole set up does seem to require some very specific magic... However, the mirror is more convenient than standing on the knees in front of a fireplace. At my age I cannot even floo-call my friends, cause none of us want to damage our knees. Even cushioning charms don't help much!" The old man sighed and floated away.

Meanwhile, the impatient young wizard was thoughtfully considering: "Actually, when thinking about the costs, if the mirrors work as advertised, then they should be cheaper in long term than buying an owl and their food or constantly buying floo-powder. Did you see the price increases? It's like they think we have bottomless pockets!" 

His girlfriend shook her head with disappointment - her companion was too money-conscious, no wonder he worked in the Finance department of the Ministry!

---

The day of Dragon Enterprises first store's opening wasn't very lively or bright. As it was already the first day of December, the unpredictable English weather made itself known by raining small droplets one minute and stopping the next. There was even some light mist, spreading along the streets and blocking the sight.

However, despite the unpleasant time of the year and the inconvenience, a lot of people still lined up at the front of the new store, which hasn't even opened its doors yet. This was because the poster, hanging by one of the store's windows, clearly said that the first 100 customers will get a deal of buying one mirror and getting another one for free. This kind of service would be available only on the opening day! How could curious witches and wizards not gather?

"I can hardly wait any longer, it's almost 9 a.m., do they not see us? Why are they not opening up?"

"I had to recast the drying charm for the third time today, and the day hasn't even properly started yet!"

Grumbles and complaints could be heard from the people standing in line, however no one left. Soon the Dragon Enterprises opened its doors and the people rushed in - it was hard to tell whether they wanted to get away from the rain or were eager to see the new products.

"Oh, finally!"

"Ah, it's so warm and bright inside!"

"Let's see what new stuff they got!"

As soon as people entered, they were instantly mesmerized by the shop's elegant interior. The salesmen and salesgirls respectfully greeted the first customers and led them around the store, explaining that there were no real differences between mirrors yet, aside from them having different frames and casings. 

Wizards were mostly happy with simple and cheap versions - made with common wood or metal frames. On the other hand, ladies' eyes were shining while looking at mirrors which had pretty carvings or colors. Most could only sigh wistfully after seeing those, which were made from gold, silver or expensive wood and even had gems encrusted. However, every mirror had one thing in common - be they cheap or expensive, they were all done very well and looked quite elegant, with the symbol of the curling dragon at the back.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's usable," said an old wizard. His wife disagreed, "What usable? What cheap? All you know is to save money! My neighbor over there is buying a mirror with silver frames and carved flowers, yet you want to buy me the one made out of wood? How will I be able to face her in the future!" The old wizard could only give up - his wife didn't care that the wood was also expensive and the carvings were very beautiful -  he had to get either silver or golden one for her.

Considering the exclusive deal of 1+1, witches and wizards didn't hesitate to choose different mirrors for themselves and their partners, friends and children. Especially since they were repeatedly assured by the staff that the money would be returned if the products didn't work as advertised. 

A lot of customers bought more than two mirrors, so the store's staff was very busy. There was a long line forming from the counter throughout the whole store, so the buyers were given queue numbers and were thus allowed to rest on the couches by the side, while they waited.

There was also a line to register names to contact numbers, which was a bit shorter but still quite long.

In the end, the first day of business was very successful for the Dragon Enterprises and the next day the Dragon Mirrors were already in the news.

Draco was very happy to see that the mirror network was working as intended and even though his staff did make some mistakes by accidentally registering wrong contact numbers to the wrong names, those things were not too serious and were quickly sorted out. 

The young entrepreneur was especially pleased by the article in Daily Prophet, for which his father (obviously) paid for. It praised not only the young boy, who was the company's founder, but also the mirror network - as the new magical innovation of the century!

Imagine yourself dying and reincarnating into the book series where you know the future, where magic is a thing, and where your whole family belongs to the side which is destined to lose the coming war. 


Will you change your destiny? 


Will you try to become one of the 'good guys' or push the Dark side to win? 


Or maybe you will be neither...


*cover picture doesn't belong to this author.

      Cao Ang, who had successfully exchanged the banknotes, traveled to buy various modern products and found that
      "These products are very cheap. Is this going to be a profit?"
      Cao Ang looked at the price tags for products that were very low as if giving away free, including ready-made clothing stores that sell clothes at affordable prices and have a better quality than they are wearing. Cao Ang almost bought all the clothes. Cao Ang did not wait to change his clothes to be fashionable to match most people's looks in the city.         
      Industrial products have low production costs and are produced in large quantities. When combined with the quality of the product, these items almost immediately became items of the aristocracy.
      Many merchants coming from different cities Eyes sparkle, buy all the products.
      So cheap! Too cheap They scramble to buy products, fearing that if one item is missing, the profit will decrease. Merchants spend their money like a flowing river. If Zhao Ling Xin came to see this picture, he would have thought that the end of the world would happen until someone wanted to stock up on the goods.
      Even the mirrors are rare and very expensive. But the price of glass in Shenzhou was meager as if it were priceless. There was even a long mirror that could see the whole body. This mirror will definitely be a hit with the noble ladies.
      Calculating the profit that would be gained if these items were sold in their territory would be ten times greater. Seeing such a stable profit, the merchants were almost unable to hold back.
      An enormous amount of money quickly poured into Shenzhou. Products sold out of stock; the industrial factories of large companies tend to increase production lines. Construction of factories and hiring more workers          
      After these merchants returned to their own land, prosperity news and huge labor demand will make most of the population migrate even more to Shenzhou.
      After Cao Ang bought many products, he ordered the driver Xiao Zi to take the goods to storage. He was walking in the center of Shenzhou. Shenzhou's evening scenery is unlike any other. The streets are lit up, making Shenzhou a sleepless city.
      Shenzhou does not use large amounts of electricity among the people. But in the streets, electricity has been distributed to light the night. This made people who came to Shenzhou to look at the light bulb in amazement for the first time.          
      "The white color is much more diffused than a candle. Why did Shenzhou put such an exotic thing on the road?" Cao Ang murmured. In his opinion, the light bulb came out on its own. What is precious? Cao Ang did not know that the lamp he admired was surprisingly low in price.          
      During a walk in the lights, Cao Ang's eyes saw a store that was lit up, unlike others that had been closed.
      "Eh! Why is there such a luxury restaurant?" Cao Ang was stunned as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
      Because the restaurant in front of him was beyond imagination than any restaurant, just installing the lighting in the shop is quite rare. The walls and doors of the shop are also equipped with clear glass that can be seen through. Within a number of people were eating. 
      Dare to bring enormous precious mirrors as walls and doors
      Cao Ang accepted the courage of this restaurant. If it is Cao himself, if he has a mirror-like this, he will definitely not bring it outside. But will be kept in the treasury and take good care of it
      Cao Ang decided to walk into the store. He was a merchant, but he had a lot of cash. Since Cao Ang has experienced the convenience of banknotes Since then, Cao Ang has never carried silver coins again.
      Cao Ang walked into the shop. Inside, the shop is illuminated with artistic paintings.          
      "It is a high-end restaurant in the capital. Even Tongzhou or Qinghua don't have a store like this," said Cao Ang. 
      At that moment, a waiter dressed in polite clothes brought the menu to the front, along with introducing the details of the food. 
      Cao Ang looked at the menu covered in fine leather. Giving a feeling of luxury like a noble          
      "Hmmm, it's not that expensive." Cao Ang was a little surprised. The food here doesn't seem that expensive compared to the surrounding atmosphere. It is different from the high-class restaurants in Dongzhou, which cost much higher than this one. 
      Without a delay Cao Ang ordered a few dishes along with the peach liquor. The waiter brought a wine glass in front of Cao Ang.
      A beautiful glass of wine, which is sparse, as if breaking every time. And imagining the enormous price, Cao Ang hardly dared to touch it, afraid that this glass would break, even his breath didn't dare to drain it. Afraid to make this glass gloomy,
      The waiter poured peach blossom liquor to Cao Ang. The liquor that was clear and white as if it was water, Cao Ang, thought this shop had to deceive himself to bring some water. Because no liquor anywhere is so clear.
      Cao Ang wanted to prove his facts and raised a glass of peach liquor. As soon as the liquor flowed through his throat, a burning sensation appeared for a moment and then vanished without a trace. Appeared to be soft and gentle flowing through the stomach, the peach blossoms' sweetness hit the nostrils, showing a unique scent with an unforgettable taste.
      "Good wine," Cao Ang cried out in satisfaction.
      "Coming to the capital, this time did not fail. I have found the best liquor that is worthwhile."
      Cao Ang swore that he never encountered such a fine liquor before.
      Soon the food was ready to be eaten. The aroma of spices erupted into Cao Ang's nose. The five senses were empty. The delicious scent stimulates the salivary glands to work. A large amount of saliva was stimulated. Cao Ang's stomach cried out in full force.
      "Maybe it's time." Cao Ang picked up the chopsticks, eyes full of determination. As if a warrior picked up a weapon ready to enter the battlefield
      First, Cao Ang took the fish meat into his mouth. As soon as the fish enters the mouth and hits the tongue, it gradually decays softly, hiding the deep sea's taste. Blended with seasonings from seaweed, it quickly penetrated Cao Ang's cells.
      "This is it." Cao Ang's eyes lit up. The nectar of fish meat dissolves all over the mouth. The flavors that had never been experienced before were shattered throughout his mouth. This is a taste that will never be forgotten.
      "Tasty, delicious," Cao Ang,clamp another piece of red pork in his mouth.
      Smooth and tender pork can be bitten at once, and there is no bad smell of pork. Mixed with red water, full of sweet and salty taste perfectly. Not knowing if Cao Ang was thinking alone or not, his clothes seemed slightly pulled off. Cao Ang grabbed a bowl of rice and quickly poked the chopsticks. Each grain of rice is beautiful, unbreakable, well cooked.
      When great food is eaten with hot steamed rice, Cao Ang felt that he was about to ascend to heaven. The tiredness of traveling today has disappeared completely. Cao Ang quickly finished his rice and ordered another bottle of peach liquor.
      "So full, very full," Cao Ang patted the stomach, eating until the belly was spread. Today, he is delighted with the taste of the food.
      Of course, he did not forget to ask about the origin of this wonderful taste secretly. The waiter answered Cao Ang's question honestly.
      "So, does it mean that spices and seasoning powder are all on the market?" Asked Cao-Ang.
      "These condiments have been on the market for a few months and are very popular. Every house uses these ingredients," the waiter replied.
      After confirming the answer, he has secretly remembered these things in his heart. He set a goal to buy these condiments and sell them in Dongzhou. Cao Ang was confident that it would be trendy.
      Cao Ang paid for his meal before heading to his hotel room, awaiting the coming morning.

The Maxim machine gun shoots through magical beasts. Intercontinental ballistic missiles fired at Martial Artists. Fighter planes rise above the gods realm.

If you can't fight it, throw an atomic bomb for world peace.

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