NOT EVERY LOVE STORY MEANT TO BE COMPLETED, NOT ALL LOVE STORY MEANT TO GET A HAPPY ENDING- SOME ARE FULL OF REVENGE, VIOLENCE, AND JEALOUSY!! WILL A PSYCHOPATH GIRL BE ABLE TO GET A HAPPY ENDING??? WILL SHE ABLE TO GET WHAT SHE WANTED???

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"I was sold by my dad in exchange of few money when I was Kid...I got raped brutally many times. I never get the love from my dad which I was craving for!!"

"So, I gave him punishment like he use to give me when I was kid. I KILLED HIM...I KILLED MY OWN DAD" 
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Marleen's Dad:- Please!! Marleen don't...I...I'm sorry ...your dad is sorry for the sin he did to you... Marleeeeeeeennnnnnnn
Marleen:- Sorry dad, But it's too late!
Marleen's Dad:- NOOOOOO!!!
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"I punished all who never treated me well...Never gave me love which I needed...And now I'M THE MOST POWERFUL PERSON" 
"DAVID JACKSON NOW IT'S UR TURN"
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[Ash's POV]
She was never like this back then, I know she must have felt betrayed by all....and that make her like this...the Marleen I knew was never like this...She was the purest...And now can't believe she just killed her own dad.......I think only David can make him normal but......Where own the earth are you DAVID JACKSON.
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A story of revenge, of a girl who never get anything she wanted. Will she be able to get normal again??

Let's read and find out(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

STORY CONTAINS
SOME VIOLENCE
SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

This is a work of fiction. Name, character, business, events, incidents are product of author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental.!!

HAPPY READING~

"A riddle?" I asked.

"Yep. Four of them to be exact. One for each side of the brazier." she sighed. "And they really gave a thought to it! Because some actually has a rhyming scheme when translated to English!"

"Four?" I asked again. I then proceeded to read the first one out loud.

"A passage that goes around
Will lead one on what to be found
Guess the Right answer so you may find
The treasure I wish to leave behind
One I wish to protect"

I paused then a bulb lighted on me head and realized something.

"The map of the tomb!"

They all gave me a skeptical look.

"Look," I showed them the map I recreated from memory. "As you can see, it's very confusing right? Especially with many traps along the way. I have always wondered why there were many corridors and pitchfork paths and somehow some of them lead to nowhere! So that's why! It's a maze! And the only path to the main chamber is actually a spiral!"

"A what now?"

"Guys… look… we are here." I pointed at the box that was at the very beginning of the map. "This is the first chamber. Once we exit this one there will be a long corridor where dangers may lurk. After that there will be two separate roads." I sighed. "After that I'm not too sure anymore. The correct path can be the one on the left or it could be the other one."

"How about… we find the exit of this place first?" Seven suggested. "Then we think of something about that later."

"Good idea." Artemis said.

"Uh guys?" Calvin's voice echoed inside the chamber. "Is this supposed to be like this?"

We all turned to his direction.

"The fire's dying out."

We all gathered around the brazier and saw that the fire was really getting dimmer and the surroundings started getting darker. Torches on the walls started lighting up one by one like a sequence with blue fire.

"How did that happen?" I heard Mister Fa murmur.

"I think… it will be better not to know." Kyle commented.

As the fire dimmed in the brazier, the fire on the torched burned brighter. It continued to do that until the blazing inferno in the brazier totally burned out.

"Uhm… Where's the ash?" Blake asked.

I looked down at the bottom of the brazier and saw that it was spotless. There were no ashes nor coals or even a speck of dust. But then…

"There are letters." I said. "English letters."

"What? How the hell did a two thousand year old tomb inscribe English letters?" questioned Xander.

I didn't know how to answer Xander's question. I was as stumped as he was on that note.

"It seems to be buttons." commented Jessa.

I studied the image and true enough the English letters were inside a square.

"Do you think one of the poems is a clue?" Artemis asked.

I scanned the four poems. Then one of it caught my attention.

"The password is as simple as can be
You never thought it would be
Among the seasons of earth
Let me give you a clue
My last name is Liu but my middle name is Shen"

And everybody was confused again.

"Seasons of the earth. This poem is the clue to solve the password problem. One of the four seasons is the answer!" I said.

"So," Calvin paused. "Which one? Spring, summer, winter or fall?"

"But he left a clue though." Blake interrupted. "Remember? He stated his last name and middle name. Wait, do they even use middle names back then?"

"Liu… Liu…" Xander kept muttering.

"Liu? Six?" Kyle questioned. "Liu is green, well at least there is a character that translates to that."

"Green. Green…"

"Spring?"

"No. Spring time brings abundance of colors because flowers bloom in that season." Mister Fa suggested. "So it should be summer."

"Summer…" I muttered. "But why did he mention his mother's family name? His middle name?"

Wait… middle?

""Midsummer!"" Artemis and I exclaimed at the same time.

I pushed the letters that spelled midsummer. There was a low rumble and a section of the wall on my left opened like an elevator door.

"Good job Lei!" Artemis exclaimed.

"Okay, everybody let's go." Fa Xiao Min ordered.

I eyed my friends and we entered.

***

After walking in the dark corridor for what seemed to be hours while dodging traps along the way we finally reached the forked path.

"So which way?" asked Jessa.

"What do you think Calvin?"

Calvin only looked at me confusedly but he did not retort. He actually stopped for a few seconds to think.

"Well separating will be dangerous so why don't we take the right." he said.

"Why the right?" Kyle asked.

"Err… The first poem. There was a line that said 'Guess the Right answer so you may find'. Now what if the word right isn't just referring to the correct answer but also the direction?"

I was impressed. Calvin actually thought of something. I agreed with his decision and we chose the path to the right. About an hour later we reached a door. It was made of a big slab of stone with dragon designs on it. The door was very massive like a bank vault door and it definitely looked very impressive.

One of Mister Fa's men tried to open it but the door didn't budge.

"Well?" he turned to me.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. I shined my flashlight to the door to look for clues. The longer I stared at the door I could make out the ancient Han characters for poem and polite. It was hastily scribbled to the door like somebody carved it using a knife or something.

"Poem about politeness?" I scanned my notes for the poem again and found one poem about it.

"Politeness lets you be treated nicely
Courtesy is used scarcely
The two let you earn respect in society
Be careful not to be feisty
But do choose carefully who to be really polite with"


""So… Be polite?"" Xander and Blake asked at the same time.

"His words speak the truth." I commented.

"How do we act polite? To a door." Calvin asked.

"Simple." Artemis stepped forward. "We knock. Gently."

Artemis walked to the door and knocked on it gently thrice. At first nothing really happened but a few seconds later the doors swung open on its own.

"See? Be polite. So next time, try to knock and be nice on people instead of kidnapping them." she flipped her hair and started walking.

I only smirked at her actions and was amused at Mister Fa's miffed reaction.

We all entered the door and were greeted by yet another long corridor. I could hear the complaints of the younger ones, namely Blake and Calvin. We were about to walk further when an arrow suddenly came out of nowhere and struck one of Fa Xiao Min's men. It hit him right on the throat and immediately died.

"Traps." I muttered. "Everybody stay where you are!"

I looked around and found out that it was Fa Xiao Min himself that stepped on the trigger.

"And don't move."

I took out the map and studied the traps that were found along the corridor.

"So there should be poisoned arrows, a pit full of spikes and poisoned strings at the very end. Kind of like laser beams except its strings. And it's also color coded. I read one of my family's books about poisons written by Zhang Li Er himself and was co-authored by General Shen Yu. Red will knock you out, yellow will make you hallucinate, blue will make you dizzy and black will immediately kill you."

"HA?!" was Calvin's reaction.

"It's a family thing or maybe an inside joke between them, Anyway according to the information I have for this kind of trap, three will have to get to the other side first to disable the traps."

"We'll need nimble people for this one." Kyle voiced out.

"I'll go." Artemis replied.

"What? No!" her older brother immediately reacted. "Healers should stay in the rear! Not charge into danger!"

"Sounds like you don't trust me big brother."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know, but who else can actually go there? I'm very nimble and flexible and I suppose Jessa as well. I'll be fine Kyle. Trust me, okay?"

Kyle turned to Mister Fa. "If something happens to my sister I'll flail you alive."

The sight would've been comical since Kyle towered over Fa Xiao Min for like a foot and the latter had a very terrified expression on his face but the place was full of danger and nobody really dared to laugh.

In the end Artemis, Jessa and Calvin were the ones who would disable the traps. Jessa volunteered while Calvin was forced to do it. But the guy was nimble since he also used to do parkour before becoming a trainee. Plus to disable the traps a drop of blood from the Liu bloodline was needed.

"Okay these commlinks should work. When you get there just point the camera to anything that seems suspicious. I'll talk you guys through." I said.

"Can't you come with us?" Calvin asked. "It'll be easier you know."

"I can't. Once you get there should only be three platforms. The extra person will be ejected or worse, killed."

"Then replace me." he cried.

I looked at him with a blank expression and gave him a flat out no.

***

Artemis dodged an arrow and jumped as the floor she was about to step into vanished. Jessa, who was just right behind her, followed suit and landed safely. Calvin though really surprised us. He moved at a fast pace and was the first one to reach the poisoned strings. He was able to dodge all the other traps at a hair's width.

The three of them carefully entered the trap of the strings. They took careful steps to avoid any of it.

"Jessa! Watch out!" I heard Calvin yell. I watched the feedback from Calvin's camera and saw that Jessa lost her footing and was about to fall on a red string. Luckily, Calvin caught her, well he sort of hugged to save her and also to make up for the tight space.

"Thanks." I heard her over the comms.

"Uhm… Yeah…"

I just heard Artemis scoff then the three of them continued making their way to the other side of the strings.

A few minutes later just as they were about to exit the trap, I heard Calvin yelp. I took a look in the camera and saw that he got cut.

"Calvin!" I called. "What color did that?"

"It was blue, I think." he said uneasily. "I feel… kind of dizzy."

"Artemis! Jessa!"

""On it!""

I watched as the two held Calvin and dragged him on one of the pedestals found in the room. The two then went to the other two.

The pedestals were stuck to the wall with a hole at the wall it was stuck into. I told them to put their hands on the hole.

Jessa complained about it but Artemis shushed her and the three of them put their hands inside. Another yelp came from Calvin and the entire corridor shook.

The automatic crossbows died down, the holes on the floor got sealed up and the strings retracted to the walls.

Once we made sure that it was safe we all took our things and rushed to the three's direction.

When I arrived, I saw Artemis tending to Calvin who was complaining about how dizzy he was and that how much he wanted to vomit.

"Give me a sedative to calm him down." Artemis ordered. "He can just sleep it off and when he wakes up, he will no longer have that feeling."

Kyle gave her a syringe which she immediately injected to the groaning Calvin. A few seconds later he calmed down and fell asleep.

"He needs rest. We all need rest so let's camp here." she said.

Nobody complained. We were pretty tired.

Everyone set up their gears and lied down. I, on the other hand headed to the next chamber. I decided to check it out to make some plans but with what I saw the idea was immediately thrown out the window.

When I woke up the next day (it was… I checked it with Jessa's phone) I went back to the chamber with my gear. The rest of my companions followed suit.

"Welcome to the second chamber." I announced. "The Sphinx's Room."

"Ha?" Xander exclaimed. "Wait… isn't the sphinx a creature from western mythologies? Why would an ancient Chinese tomb have it?"

"Well I'm as clueless as you on that one, but if it's true that the mysterious lady, Hauria, really did exist and that she was from the future then there's a possibility that she was the one that influenced them with all… this." I said.

"Now, we have to answer riddles?" Blake whined. "I hate riddles. I suck at them."

"Sush. The sphinx will ask us five riddles. If we answer four correctly, then we can pass."

"Did you find that in your family's files as well?" Kyle asked.

"No. It's written there." I pointed to the wall where ancient Han characters were written.

"Oh."

"We have to get closer." I announced.

We all made our way closer to the sphinx statue. Once we were only a few feet away, the sphinx's eyes glowed bright green.

"Answer my questions and thou shall pass." it said in a taunting voice. Well the mouth wasn't moving but there was a voice coming out from the sphinx.

"Hey, is it just me or the voice is familiar?" Jessa asked.

All eyes were suddenly on me.

"What?"

"The voice from the sphinx, it sounds like you." Jessa said.

I only stayed silent because somehow it was true but before we could argue about it, the sphinx already asked its first question.

"During the 21st century, what is the capital of Japan?"

"Uhm…Tokyo?" Kyle answered with a tone of uncertainty.

"Correct! What is the symbol for the element potassium?"

"K!" Blake answered.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Artemis interrupted.

"What is it child? I still have three more questions to ask you know."

"What kind of questions are those? You're pulling a Mark of Athena right now! Aren't you supposed to ask riddles? Like, 'what walks four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon and three in the evening?' And the answer will be 'man'?" she reasoned.

"Well Hauria said that it will be obvious and predictable so we changed it to this."

"Hauria?"

"Yes. Hauria, Fen, Li Er and I created this entire place after all."

His words made me stop and work the cogs of my brain.

"You're Liu Qing!" I exclaimed.

"Nothing but a remnant I'm afraid. Something Hauria calls a mere memory. Anyway, next question! If x is equals to 6 then what is the answer to this equation? Three x squared plus x minus 3? You have thirty seconds…"

"A hundred eleven!" Xander shouted almost immediately which made us turn our heads to him. "What?"

"That fast?" Seven asked.

"Well, it was easy. And I like math." he grinned.

"Fourth question. How many months in a year have twenty-eight days?"

We got stumped on this one… It wasn't even a riddle or a simple question. It was a trick question.

"Twelve!" Xander exclaimed again.

"Are you sure?" Blake asked him.

"Very."

"Correct! Would you like to answer the last question?" asked the sphinx.

"What do we get in return?"

"Nothing really. I'm only a guardian."

"Then pass." I answered.

"Okay then! You answered four questions correctly! Give a reward to that kid who answered two questions. You may pass."

"Wait!" I shouted. "If you're really Liu Qing's remnant, just who is Hauria? And why do you have Rexon language in your tomb?"

The sphinx was silent but then I heard him chuckle.

"I see… Well, figure out the answer yourself. It will come to you sooner or later. You're smart, I'm sure you can. You already have enough clues and help to get to my chamber, do your best."

The glow in the sphinx's eyes died down and everything became silent for a moment. Seven tapped my shoulder.

"You okay?" I nodded. "What did you talk with the sphinx anyway? None of us could understand it."

"Huh? What are you-"

"You spoke in a language none of us could understand."

I then realized that I just conversed with the sphinx in Rexon.

'Just who the hell is Liu Qing?'

Lei Zhang has always known what he wants and it is not to be what his father wanted him to be. Armed with memories not of earth, he tries to cope with the fact that the friends he has now were the same friends he used to have in his old life, only quite different. Same faces, but entirely different people. When he thought he had finally escaped his fate and started living a mundane life, his destiny came chasing him, and the friends he came to love got dragged into it. Let's not forget one Artemis Hunter who turns out to be more unordinary than she already is.


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A/N: I appreciate honest and helpful opinions.

Xoxo,
White_May (Bai_Wu_Yue)

I felt a dread knot at the pit of my stomach. "What's wrong?" I asked slowly.
It had only been a week since the last incident, dammit!
Sasuke pointed his finger to the calligraphy at the entrance, more accurately to the character at the bottom of the poem, where a horizontal strike had appeared in the middle of the other two strokes, changing its meaning.
Three, it now read.
Apprehension quickly dawned into me. Fear and anxiety soon followed, tinged with a hint of paranoia. The word 'intruder' blared over and over inside my brain like the Purge siren.
Would it happen today – tonight?
No . . . This was not the massacre, I told myself, not yet. It was too soon.
Itachi would not just kill everyone, kill me, when this very morning – one of the very few rare moments where he actually sat and had a decent conversation with me – I had seen him smile and laughed and simply enjoyed himself like his supposed age, would he . . . ?
I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to breathe. This was not the time to be anxious and wallow in self-pity. Everything was not over yet, I was not over yet.
I am not weak, I told myself, I am not helpless. Not anymore.
"No, I haven't," I answered out loud. 'Kitchen?' I mouthed afterwards. That was where the backdoor was located. The last time I checked it was opened.
Sasuke shook his head ever so slightly. 'Not sure,' he mouthed back.
I beckoned the boy to follow me as I creeped into the foyer. Red bled into my Iris as I scanned the center of the ward at the front door.
"It's gone," I breathed. The thing that separated me from the outside world was there no more. "The ward is gone."
"But that's impossible," Sasuke whispered, aghast. "Only father, mother, and big brother can disable the seal, they obviously won't do it. If it's deactivated, then there's nothing that can prevent intruders from getting in anymore."
I massaged my temples. I was sure that Mikoto and Fugaku would not do it, why would they? Itachi, on the other hand . . .
Sasuke gripped his blade tighter. Beads of sweat were starting to trickle down his neck. "What should we do now? We're a sitting duck in here, everyone is at the clan meeting in the Naka Shrine."
"We can run," I quickly suggested. Although the compound was located on the outskirts and isolated from the village, our desperation should more than make up for the lengthy distance. "I don't sense anyone outside."
Sasuke shook his head again. "We can't rely on that. Skilled ninja are able to change their chakra signature and make them seem larger or smaller, some can even suppress their chakra to the point that they become completely undetectable. Sure, they won't be able to use ninjutsu and genjutsu, but they don't exactly need those to eliminate an academy student and a toddler."
It was at that exact moment that I truly realized what my ignorance had cost me. As much as the mere thought of them made my skin crawl, I had to learn more about ninja in order to survive this world. Trial and error would only take me so far, I could not rely on them forever.
"So what do we do now?" I murmured flatly.
"I don't know..." Sasuke whispered. "Someone who can trespass the Military Police' Chief's house is not someone to be trifled with. We won't even stand a chance." The boy released a shuddering breath and squeezed his eyes shut. "Kami… we're going to die."
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the crazy one here, not you! And we're not going to die," I promised him, "not as long as I have any say in it. I mean, think reasonably, Sasuke. The trespasser might not be here to hurt us, so don't lose hope just yet." I twined our hands together, exactly like how Sasuke used to do before I could fully walk on my own, and gave his hand a firm squeeze. "What's the law say about this?"
Sasuke squeezed my hand back, a silent gratitude for the minute distraction, and took a deep, calming breath before he cited the passage that he undoubtedly memorized just to impress Fugaku. "Under the terms of the Defense and the Dwelling Act, property owners or residents are entitled to defend themselves with force, up to and including lethal force. Any individual who uses force against a trespasser is not guilty of an offense if he or she honestly believes they were there to commit a criminal act and a threat to life."
"See," I gave the boy a small, assuring smile, "we're not helpless. We can still defend ourselves. This is our home, we know it better than anyone else. We can lay some traps that will lure them out and make them leave while we hide somewhere safe. We can survive this."
"And if they don't…" Sasuke trailed off, voice barely audible.
I looked at the boy right in the eyes, my answer was resolute.
"Then I'll kill them."

"I died a simple man and was reborn a sickly child. I definitely did not mean to become a serial killer; or worse, the most hunted man in Fire Country." In which a child is born with imagination so strong it leaks into reality.

Eldritch. Slow burn. Contains an unreliable narrator with psychosis episodes. Proceed with caution.

On an orb drone's monitor, one could see the progress of the Outriders hunt. Unusually, one of the orb drones concentrated on the speedy Outrider, dashing through the grassy wetlands of Aured, using his grappler stake to swing around, and the booster on his waist to slow his landing descent.
Using his grappler stake as a way to swing through the environment, he was making use of his cutter sword to disable any enemy that comes close to him.
His six-shooter shoots down most of the flying belua. Most belua were at least 2-5 meters tall. Have ox-like skin that is rubbery, and possessed starved features, and elongated claws. Some differ in sizes, but some take the forms of the estranged animals that once existed in the continent. Most of the major continents have sunk, and the remaining ones fight in their bastions in hopes of regaining territory.
Even without his attention, humanity would at least take the middle-eastern continent and take the fight to the 40m belua living in the former desert transposed to a swamp.
Keeping his focus on the 3m belua appearing before him, Jakob shot three explosive bullets, destroying the glabella of the belua. Using his momentum, he pivoted his armored leg and kicked the belua to a nearby tree. With the belua unable to move, Jakob harvested their organs and made sure to keep them intact.
If he didn't have the exosuit, then it would be hard to carry them. After hunting for a while, Jakob took a rest to one of the hollow trees of the wetlands.
Checking on his weapons, he examined the concrete ruins built by those who came before. Once, people scraped the skies with their concrete buildings, but now they are required to make towers made of steel armed with turrets crafted with the ability to fend off the beast that fed on the ambrosia that came from the stars.
He couldn't imagine seeing such scenery again.  The Lights of Aured shines like a beacon of hope for Mankind. They said that humankind would have a far easier time if the lights do not shine, but that is the same as surrendering to the monsters.
Humankind had pride in their existence, and even though continents have sunk, the will of humanity did not perish.  Jakob did not share that joy, for a man who had seen the end, he could not bring that will back to his heart.
"Bastards," he said, gritting his teeth while looking at those who fled to the stars. It was a hopeless flight that only those who were called the hope of Gaia were allowed to board.
"Do not go gentle," one of the men who had boarded said. "Rage, against the dying of the light."
It was an old poem that history had forgotten. 
Holding his head, he thought back to that crimson sky. How beautiful and cruel it was. For what purpose did fate have to send the person who witnessed the end?"
"I don't get it," he asked.
Drawing his cutter sword, he rushed the belua that appeared in front of him. Dodging the overhead strike, slashing the belly, targetting the thighs, and piercing the throat. 
After killing the belua, Jakob took the square-like organ that allowed their regeneration process, devouring it. There was poison in the organ, but it was something that this body oddly could consume.
"Why can I endure this?" he asked blankly. "No, how did I retain the peak of my body strength? I can tell that my regeneration cycle is improving, but I doubt that I can make it completely heal if I lost an arm."
As Jakob pondered, he felt the rumbling of the earth. He saw the gray cloud and thought that it was a horde of belua gathering in one place.
Slinging to that location,  landing on a tree branch, Jakob spotted the horde chasing a group who came with four members. He could not discern their appearance, but this was a perfect time to get more rewards.
To stay with Dona, he needed credits, and a relationship based on cash needed to be stable. It was pathetic, but he couldn't run away from the comfort that she provided.
Whipping his cutter sword, he grappled the nearest belua and threw himself to it. Then, like before, he saw time slow down and the sound slowly fading away, hearing his heartbeat, and slowly counting the beats, his limit was one hundred beats. More than one hundred and he would freeze for fifteen seconds.
Twenty beats and he had slit the throat of twenty-three belua's. Forty heartbeats and he had stopped half of the horde. Nearing eighty, he saw time slowly returning to normal, the beats a countdown when this strange ability would be gone. But his cutter sword was dulled from the cutting, and he had to empty clips on the belua.
After the slow down ability, his body froze, and for the next five seconds, a belua tossed him around. He had to wrap the grappler stake's rigid wires to strangle the belua to death.
"I overestimated myself," Jakob said. "This ability...did it came with me? Because of my perception of time, had it been warped?"
He stared at the drop of rain falling from the sky. The helmet he wore showed that the lightweight exosuit absorbed some of the damage, though he had to take the exosuit to repairs.
The orb drone monitor tallied the amount of belua he killed, and as he picked the heads of the belua, he placed them inside a rucksack. Leaving the area, he arrived in front of the zipline that carries him back to the sanctum of the citadel.
When he took a step on the platform, he felt eyes gather on him. But those eyes quickly left him as he placed the belua heads into the conveyor built where the handler took care of the tally. Taking his credits, he went to the mechanics and technicians who would take care of his exosuit.
Silently, like a statue, Jakob remained until his gear to be repaired.

He returned back before it all happen. But how can one do that when he alone cannot stop the gears of fate with two hands? How can he prevent the whole of it from collapsing when one is of limited power? How could a man fight a Devil or a Valkyrie? In this world where mankind is trapped in fortified cities connected through underground tunnels. Where the surface is plagued by those who had tasted the ambrosia that came from the Cosmos. Where only those who are blessed are given the chance.

How could anyone hope to change something?  This is the tale of an Outrider, the man who is forced to see the end again.

Reima stops in place and Ciri turns to him with a questioning gaze, "I haven't got any local currency... I think we need to pay a visit to Gringotts."
Ciri sighs "Fine. but you owe me some answers later."
Reima "Erm actually, we should probably get the Wild Hunt off of your tail first..."
Ciri "Impossible." she states blankly.
Reima "Just trust me on this, I have a closer relationship with you than you'd think."
She looks as if she wants to retort but he interrupts her, "Ok, I need you to teleport back to the forest you first arrived in, lets find a quiet place." he says as he looks around for an alleyway. She would try to argue with this strange Witcher more but she's been running for a few days straight, any chance to rest is very welcomed.

Reima drags her away from the crowd and after a few minutes of prodding she gives in and teleports them both to a dark forest. She looks at him expectantly as if he's about to do something significant.
Reima "Alright, now teleport to any random world..."
...
Ciri "Tell me what you are planning first and then I'll consider it." she says crossing her arms in defiance.
Reima "Just do it, teleport us a few times and then I'll show you. I swear on my life that my plan will work."
Ciri "Fine, but if you try anything don't be surprised when I fight back." she says as she teleports them multiple times, a world of lava and giant fire snakes, water and massive leviathans, a world inhabited by prey mantises? They finally stop in a modern looking world, Reima's about to use his own teleportation to bring them back when he sees a mouse slamming a pan on a grey and white cats head... Ciri notices this as well and seems confused and intrigued at the sight.
Reima "Yeah, no... Ok, don't be surprised when I do this."
Ciri "Wait wh-" she's cut off as they both vanish again and reappear in the alleyway they'd first left from. 

Ciri seems alarmed at what he'd just done and looks at him accusingly while preparing to draw her weapon, "Who are you!"
Reima holds his hands up in a non-threatening gesture, "Did Geralt ever give you a diary?"
The frown on her face softens slightly, "And how would you know about that?"
Reima shrugs, "I wrote it of course."
...
Ciri seems to conenct the dots in real-time, "You... you're Geralt's lost apprentice!"
He nods, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Cirilla, although I hadn't expected to meet you so soon, or in such dire circumstances..."
Ciri "I still do not understand, all I did was kill one man...." she says hesitantly.
Reima "I'm sure you've guessed already but I'm like you, we both share the same blood, you ever have visions of the future?" She nods at this, "I also receive them, and with Blacks death this world stands a good chance at being taken over by a racist dictator who'll conduct mass genocide the likes of which no-one has ever seen before..."
She stutters as the realisation sets in, "And it'll be my fault?"
Reima nods grimly, "But it's fine since I'm here... Although we'll have to stay here for around a year depending on how everything goes."
Ciri "Ah, I can't stay that long, I have to get back and find Ava-My friend."
Reima "I hate to guilt trip you into this but you might literally be the cause of this worlds destruction... Besides that friend of yours likely has many contingency plans, right?"
Ciri "What, how do-"
Reima waves his hand, "Visions, visions..."
She reluctantly sighs, "Fine. Are you sure it will only take a year?"
He nods, "Just think of it as a vacation while I do the hard work."
Ciri "Can the Wild Hunt really not find us? I mean, you didn't do anything different from me?"
Reima shrugs, "They don't seem to be able to track my powers so we're safe."

After the long discussion they walk over to the large bank Gringotts, Ciri reads the warning poem on the doors as they step through,
"Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there... Rather dramatic for a bank."
Reima chuckles, "Well I'd also always be angry if I was a Goblin, not much races worse than that." he says as a an Armoured Goblin lowers his Halberd in front of them.
"No weapons allowed." he says gesturing towards their swords.
Reima "Don't wands also count as weapons? Why would a Sword be any different?"
The Goblin sneers under his helmet, "You think we wouldn't have ways to disable wands in our own bank?" he spits, "You humans..." he trails off as he catches sight of Reima's eyes.
Reima "Fine, give me a second... Ciri pass me your sword." he says as he unbuckles his sheaths from his back. He receives Ciri's sword and stores it away into his Folded Space, the Goblin glares at him wide eyed by lets him pass through regardless.
Ciri "What kind of magic was that? I've never seen anything like it."
Reima shrugs, "You'd think after passing through so many worlds you would learn something... I guess you can be forgiven with the Wild Hunt on your tail but you should definitely be more prepared."
She huffs at this, "I tried... I was told to not practise practical magic due to my status as a source, apparently exploding was not an uncommon occurrence."
Reima "That's for regular sources, you're the wielder of the Elder Blood, it's adaptability wouldn't allow your magic to run amok."

Most people who die and are confronted with a godlike being like to take the easy route... Not this guy.

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Olivia's POV:

"YOU DID WHAT??!!!" 

I yelled out loud for the whole world to hear probably. I swear if I had something sharp in my hand, it would have been inside this guy's guts. How dare he? How stupid can someone be to do this? 

"Look look.. it was just an accident. It was kinda your mistake too Oli.. you shouldn't have drank that!!"

"Oh now you are blaming me? Right after you told me we should deal it like adults? Oh how mature of you Jison!!"

I suddenly felt all my systems wanting to shut down.. this was too much to take. I slumped down on the couch and sneaked a look at the guys standing behind me.

Fifteen minutes ago:

"Um.. you should stand up from your position first and sit down properly."

Why does he sound so awkward? I looked around and saw that I was lying on a couch. Does he have that much of a shocking news that I have to sit down?

But I decided not to question that too and sat up straight, with the guys standing behind the couch. I felt awkward talking to my friend from someone else's body..

"Um.. you see… I- I-.." Jison stuttered.

"Why are you stuttering so much?""Spit it out already.. you are making me anxious."

"First of all guys, don't kill me as yet when I say this.. I actually know the whole story.. of Ath-.. I mean Olivia in Suga's body. I know that it's not Suga hyung there actually."

"You do? HOW?"

"Seriously guys? Are you all gonna play that oh-Olivia-doesnt-know-korean-lets-talk-in-korean-then game?" I asked with that 'duh' tone in a whisper so that only the guys could hear me and not Jison.

"Look Ath-.. I mean.. Olivia, I already know that you are in Suga hyung's body and that Suga hyung is in your body."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL..? HOW DID YOU??"

He interrupted me saying, "Look Olivia, let's calm down and deal with it like adults okay?"

"Okay jeez let's calm down.." I said inhaling a deep breath, only to sneeze loudly. Shit.

Who's wearing that perfume? 

Everyone around me stood awkwardly, waiting for me to compose myself.

"Okay I'm good. Carry on."

"Okay.. so, guys, I actually came here because of the agency me and Olivia work for."

Did he have to say that? Just then I looked above my head to see.. six hands holding six guns. Three of them pointed at Jison, And three of them at me. Oh. My. Lord.

Aren't they some freak idols? Celebrities? 

Why do they have guns and why are they pointing it towards me and Jison? Just because he mentioned the word 'agency'? He didn't even say what agency..

I better not move. I saw Jison gulping with his hands already up in the air.

"Um.. guys…" as soon as I said that, someone actually clicked the gun, ready to shoot. I didn't know who, because the adrenaline pumping through my veins are almost blinding me. They wouldn't shoot me in this guy's body right? It's his pretty face they would be scarring. 

"Look.. let's not take rash decisions. He didn't even say what agency.. it could be an ice disposal agency for God's sake." I said, laughing nervously at the end. But it didn't look like they're backing off.

"Guys.. please don't shoot her. It's my fault and it's the body of your friend, he'll get hurt too.. please…She doesn't know anything. 

As soon as Jison said that, the three guns pointing towards me backed up. One was the Kookie guy, who practically like an hour was yelling at me for spreading cooties.. oh the duality. Second one was the tall and handsome Pacific ocean shoulders.. Gin or something… he acted all mushy with me like an hour ago too.. and the other one was the one with the sunshine smile who called me out for looking ugly today, and goes around saying he's everyone's hope.. hope my ass. 

"Phew." They still had their guns pointed at Jison who was all red like a tomato. This guy.. he deserves it probably. Why did he have to say that?

"What agency do you work for?" "The KCI or FBI or CIA or LAUA or KUA or AAUA or is it something else?" The translator guy went on listing out some agencies and it sounded like he was rapping the names? 

We worked for the LAUA, Los Angeles Undercover Agency, one of the units under the NAUA, North American Undercover Agency which is a specialized investigation unit under the CIA, which has been granted rights to capture or kill assailants and in general criminals, killers. Joon must have guessed this since I already told him I was from Los Angeles?

Our speciality is to mingle with underground mafias and provide information about their every moves to the LAUA and then finally bringing down the group by capturing or killing the mafia boss..

Wait a minute.. if Jison is here, does that mean these guys are the highly mysterious Korean underground mafia project he said he was involved in? But aren't they some sort of singers?

"Guys.. I'll tell you something, we work for the LAUA and yes, I was sent here to spy on you. I'm UA number 101, and they sent me with the sole purpose of bringing you guys down." Jison said this in a flow, with no fear. Usually when caught, agents bite down on the cyanide tablet at their wisdom teeth, but I was secretly wishing he won't bite down on it. I wasn't ready to lose my only friend. Not that I care about him or anything.. pfft no.

Okay that proves it. So these guys are gangsters.

As soon as he said this, all six guns pointed at him clicked, ready to shoot him any moment. 

"But lemme finish. I came here on their orders and then I found about the work you do. You guys don't kill good people, but only kill the ones who are rotten and you also help return the money they stole in circulation by providing for the poor. So you guys are like Robin Hood." He laughed at the end, trying to lift up the atmosphere.

Not funny Jison. Not funny at all. Seriously bad timing. He's in some seriously hot soup right now. But what does this have to do with me?

"Look. So I actually turned to your side, and then jungkook treated me like his own.. I came to know a lot about you all.. and I'm not turning back to the LAUA. I just couldn't resign, cause that meant they would kill me and dispose me off. Definitely."

I peeked behind me to see Joon signalling them. One by one, the guns went down. 

But I couldn't digest one thing. Jison was a traitor to LAUA? But why? Why would he let go of the side of Justice to gang up with some lowlife gangsters? But the way he talks about them, he doesn't think of them that way.

"Jison.."

"I know Olivia. I know what you are thinking. But you will soon know that all you think about LAUA being the law, justice and all? I'll prove it all wrong to you. Please do believe me."

"Whatever. But tell me, does this have anything to do with the soul interchange?"

"Um yeah.. kinda… so guys.. remember what I told you about the LAUA being onto your track and trying to hack into your systems? They have implanted some software into the central control which helps them hack into your computers. I told you that I got information about this to cover my tracks and you did not believe me." Jison let out a heavy breath he was holding in.

"You guys told me that no one could hack into the computers when your tech genius Suga hyung was in control right? But I wanted to be sure, ends up, the software was installed by someone on the inside. Somebody else in your gang is working for the LAUA. And only someone from LAUA with an agent ID card could disable the software and stop the leak of data." 

"Thats why I did this." He said, pointing to me. Wait what? Why is he pointing to me?

"What the hell are you saying Jison? How could you possibly do this?"

"Remember when I turned up at your place with two bottles of wine and a cupcape yesterday morning at 12:00 am to celebrate your birthday?"

"Yeah?"

"I just came back to LA then. From Korea. I met some crazy woman here, who claimed that she would help me with what was in my mind right then. She was mysterious and I think she was a sorceress. She gave me a potion and told me that I could switch souls with it if I wished."

"Haha.. that's the most funniest joke I've ever heard. You want me to believe that dumbass? A SORCERESS GAVE YOU A POTION? How funny."

Everyone standing there gave me weird looks, so I pursed my lips.

"Listen. I would have laughed I your face too. Heck I laughed in that woman's face that night. But she just disappeared.. into thin air. After giving me the potion."

"What did you do then?"

"I thought why not try this? And I went to Suga hyung's room and got in using Jungkook's entry pass." I turned around to look at him and he was searching for his pass in his pockets. Joon just sighed at him and Jison threw him the pass, which he caught with a growl."Sorry for that man. Then I mixed half of the potion in his water bottle and left the place."

"And then..?"

"I caught the last flight to LA and came to your home. I woke you up and lit a candle on that cupcake remember? Then I poured two cups of wine and told you I would be right back? Remember all that?"

"Yeah..?" I said in a I-still-dont-get-it kind of tone.

"You are pretty dumb. Sigh. I had poured the potion in my glass of wine, which you drank. I got afraid and I couldn't tell you the truth cause you would laugh in my face. Thats why I left abruptly. To get to Korea and stop Suga hyung from drinking that. I couldn't tell anyone.. that was the problem."

"Wait wait.. go again?" As soon as I said that, Jison sighed, but repeated anyway.

"I poured the potion in a glass of wine and you.."

Back to present time:

"YOU DID WHAT??!!!" 

I yelled out loud for the whole world to hear probably. I swear if I had something sharp in my hand, it would have been inside this guy's guts. How dare he? How stupid can someone be to do this? 

"Look look.. it was just an accident. It was kinda your mistake too Oli.. you shouldn't have drank that!!"

"Oh now you are blaming me? Right after you told me we should deal it like adults? Oh how mature of you Jison!!"

I suddenly felt all my systems wanting to shut down.. this was too much to take. I slumped down on the couch and sneaked a look at the guys standing behind me.

"Idiot idiot!! So my birthday wish had nothing to do with this?"

"Yes it did. Olivia, look. There was a time difference between you guys right? LA and Korea? I gained time while travelling to LA. When you drank that wine, Suga hyung had took a sip from that bottle before they had cut the cake. After that, they brought the cake to his room and he made a wish. You probably ate the cupcake and made the wish too right? Thats why you're here right now."

"Goodness.. how stupid could you be?"

"Okay enough catching up. What about the software now?"

"I can disable it now since you already know I work for the LAUA." 

"I'm not sure if I can let you in on anything as yet. I'll ask Bang PD-nim before that." Joon sighed.

"Wait wait.. the guy at the conference… that clueless looking guy was in on this too?"

"Haha.. no honey. He's not in on this. He's the very boss of this Mafia. He's our idol manager by the day. Music is our passion and we ended up here by the music and dance auditions. We are normal people and celebrities by the day. We forget all about the Mafia. But by night, we rule the underworld." He said with a smirk on his face. 

"Yeah and that's why they're always super tired. Their fans think they work too hard for providing them with songs and contents.. which they do too, but this is the main reason." Jison told me. Right now, everyone around me was telling things and I felt stupid. So I decided to change the topic.

"So guys.. the camera? Maybe I could go back to my body and act like this all never happened?"

"Here you go." Jin said, as he handed over the camera to me.

I hit play, and saw that it was a personal camera, focusing on me.. I looked over at the conference table and saw that there were many cameras focusing on each person. As an agent, I felt disappointed with myself. How could I not notice all that?

The videos began playing and I skipped some parts and ended up near the one I started yawning.. shit. 

I was reciting some kind of poem while in a trance. Should write this down.. should decipher it. 

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I know.. I know long chapter... that's why I'm cutting it here. That's 2350 words now..Too much revelation already. Wait for Suga in the next chapter. 

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"AAAAAAAAAAAH"

Where are my b**bs?.. I'm a guy? Oh my goodness? Did they change my gender? Overnight? Wait should I.. I mean should I take my pants off and see? If I'm a guy? That's a bad idea.. I could feel something dangling between my legs.. Oh sh*t.. I have a penis instead of a vagina...

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"Did that ring a bell suga hyung?"

"What? I'm a what?"

"You are a singer, I mean.. a rapper to be exact."

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"Oh man holy sh*t. I'm a GIRL!!"

"What the hell?" I pinched myself.. and slapped myself. "Ow that's gonna leave a mark"

"WHY AM I GIRL? IS THERE ANYONE HERE? CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHY I AM A GIRL? But I'm pretty either way.. what? No no . Min yoongi you are a guy. Not a girl."

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"Project 709, you do deserve a detention, but I'm not handing it over to you. You are not weak. Not weak by yourself. Something makes you weak. Or may I dare say.. someone?" 

"But Sir you can't.." 
Gunshot. 

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Bangtan Sonyeondan x Secret Agent

Two different persons. Two different situations. But souls, have no barriers. #soulsinterchanged
#hellafunny

I know y'all will ask me why I'm putting tags in the bio of the story.. the thing is, it seems SWAG right??.

I'm more like min suga. Genius. Don't be surprised if you see some BURNS that can't be cooled with all the ice in Antarctica. 

(Can be found on wattpad too. Entered in the 2019 wattys. )

"Hssss!"
The crowd inhaled a breath of cold air!
Composing a poem on the spot was young master Mo’s expertise!
Someone then shouted out, "I’ve heard that young master Mo managed to compose a poem in just ten steps for the Fire Emperor. Do we have the fortunes of seeing such a skill?"
Everyone started to reveal cheers of joy and anticipation.
Most of them had heard of young master Mo’s ten step poem before the Fire Nation's Emperor. If they manage to hear young master Mo compose a poem in ten steps once again, it would be a historical moment for everyone!
Once the poem was completed, it would also be a poem that would be recorded in the books of history.
Besides, young master Mo’s talents in poem are undoubted. In fact, he was so good in poetry that he was the unrivalled Poem King within Fire Nations. Anyone who could witness his ‘ten steps poem’ would be deemed to be extremely fortunate.
Madam Ya was rather astonished as well. In previous banquets, the crowd would come up with their own topics of discussion, since they would have made preparations before coming and allow others to enjoy their work. Today, young master Mo requested for her to give a topic. He clearly wanted to win some of his pride and dignity back.
Although Madam Ya felt that agreeing in this wouldn’t be fair to Xu Que, she badly wanted to witness young master Mo’s ten step poem as well.
"Regardless of whatever topic Madam Ya gives, I will be able to complete a full poem within ten steps!" Young master Mo stood up, as he readied himself. His eyes were focused as he smiled and looked at Madam Ya.
Complete a full poem within ten steps!
Madam Ya was so excited by these words that her heart was hammering in her chest. Such confidence and exquisite talents caused her to go in a daze!
For a student to compose a good poem was the ultimate test of how brilliant and knowledgeable he was. If he wasn’t the best student or the most talented, how will he ever dare to speak such big words to promise a complete poem within ten steps?
Hence, Madam Ya replied, "Alright. Since young mister Mo’s so full of confidence, I shall come up with a topic!"
As she finished, she turned her head back to look at her surroundings before looking at the sky.
At this point, the sky was gradually turning dark as if it was about to rain anytime soon!
Madam Ya smiled gently as she spoke, "Since we’re right on the brink of spring, everyone can look out and see that the clouds are dense and thick. Maybe we shall receive our first spring rain today. Let’s have spring rain as the topic. What do you think?"
Spring rain?
When the students heard this, their eyes gleamed. This wasn’t very hard!
However, even though this wasn’t a difficult topic, it would be rather hard to compose a poem within ten steps!
To most of the students present, writing a poem would always have the comfort of their own homes. They would rack their brains and think for hours on end before they produce a work that’s average at best. For someone to do it in within ten steps was practically impossible to them.
Xu Que was still standing by the side when he heard the topic of ‘spring rain’ and was elated.
Hehe... spring rain? Within my book of 300 Tang Poems, most of them can be linked to this topic. Besides, each and every poem in this book is a work of genius!
Even before Madam Ya could finish speaking her sentence, Mo Yun Shang walked out.
When he took his first step, everyone’s expression was one of surprise.
"How... How is this possible?"
"Doesn’t he even need to think?"
Even Madam Ya reacted to this in amazement. As soon as he heard the topic, he could immediately compose a poem. That was amazing. It’s no wonder he’s referred to as Poem King!
Mo Yun Shang’s eyes exuded immense confidence in his own abilities as endearing dimples were able to capture the hearts of those who heard him. Mo Yun Shan reared his head up before taking his second step, "The spring rains are as fine as dust."
Soon after, he took his third step, "While the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow."
Even before the audience could ponder over his words, he took another step forward and recited the fourth line, "Curtains entwined with the gentle wind."
He was down to his last line. Everyone held their breaths in nervous anticipation as they watched his feet. He had three steps to go. Could he complete the poem within three steps?
Indeed, the contented look on Mo Yun Shang’s face indicated that he was more than confident of achieving such a feat. He took a deep breath before finishing his last three steps. He then spoke loudly, "As the satin cloths sway in the mild breeze."
He took a total of ten steps and delivered such an amazing poem!
Clap clap clap clap…
The audience were filled with astonishment and were clearly impressed!
The sounds of applause were almost deafening.
"Great poem! What a great poem!"
"Indeed, he’s the Poem King. He could compose a brilliant poem from scratch within just ten steps.
"The spring rains are as fine as dust, while the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow. Indeed, that is the scenery we get to view at this very moment across the great lake!"
"It’s hard to imagine how talented young master Mo is. Even before the first drops of rain had descended, he’s already painted a beautiful picture of spring in our imaginations that is so lifelike!"
Several students voiced out their opinions and were filled with respect.
Tang Liu Feng was sighing as well, "The title of Poem King is indeed not in vain. Today, my eyes have been treated to a sumptuous experience!"
Madam Ya was mildly trembling as her eyes twinkled in delight. She sighed, "Young mister Mo’s poem is indeed the best poem to describe spring rain!"
"Pu!" Xu Que spat out an entire mouthful of tea on the floor, as his face contorted in disgust.
Fuck, how could this be considered ‘best poem’? Are you trying to tease me?
Indeed, when he spat out tea, he had attracted the attention of everyone again.
Mo Yun Shan turned around and glared at him, his eyes emanated an icy stare and laughed coldly, "What? Could it be that Brother Li despises my poem?"
"Gulp… It’s alright, but it isn’t even worth my despise!" Xu Que wiped away some tea water on his lips and laughed dryly.
As soon as this words were spoken, the crowd’s lips puckered in disgust.
It isn’t even worth his despise?
Fuck me! Big brother, you’re bragging a little too much here right?
The quality of this poem could even be the best in Fire Nation! And he even composed it all within ten steps. With the amount of talent it took to produce something like that, you even say that it’s not worth your despise?"
Mo Yun Shang couldn’t bear it any longer and burst out, "Since that’s the case, I wonder if brother Li has a better piece of work?"
"Me? Of course I do. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Xu Que blinked several times as his heart roared with happiness. This humble subject didn’t wish to act tough, but you forced me to. I shall oblige you. Looks like sometimes, even when I don’t wish to act tough, the career catches me off guard! So, don’t blame me for putting on a good show!
The crowd looked at his face and had to suppress the inner urge to rush forward and beat his stinking face. Their hearts were filled with disgust and repulse for him.
A student then cleared his throat, "Young master Mo composed his poem in ten steps. If you can really compose a poem, it still won't mean that you’re more talented than him!"
"Hehe… did you say ten steps?" Xu Que laughed coldly before shaking his head, "To me, that poem was utter trash!"
"You… What did you say?"
"The audacity! How outrageous! You dare to lose your mannerisms and speak in such a way!"
"If a ten step poem is too easy for you, are you going to compose a poem in seven steps?"
The crowd was enraged when they heard this and that Mo Yun Shan was truly being treated unjustifiably.
The ten steps poem was extremely difficult and he even managed to compose such a high quality poem, but you actually called it trash?
"Boom!"
Xu Que slammed the tea cup heavily on the table, as he smiled out, "Seven steps poem? What’s the big deal with that? But I have to apologize. This humble subject won’t just compose one poem in ten steps. Instead… I shall compose ten poems in ten steps!"


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

Seiji wanted to duel in his school uniform, but the karate club captain lectured him on how disrespectful that would be, and loaned Seiji his own spare uniform for Seiji to change into.
And so, Seiji went and got changed. After he walked out of the changing room, many people… or rather, all the girls’ eyes lit up!
Tall, handsome, and strong. Even if he was wearing a karate uniform that wasn’t a perfect fit on him, he still cut a rather heroic figure, and his face was so cool that the girls felt like they were being blinded!
Cough cough, they shouldn’t be falling in love with their opponent! Mm… but after he loses, he’d become one of them, and then…
Most of the female members were getting slightly lost in their daydreams.
The male members were struck wordless.
The atmosphere in the room had subtly changed, but Kyosuke, who was denser than most people , didn’t notice at all. He simply sighed to himself, thinking that this Seigo fellow was way too handsome!
He definitely didn’t want his girlfriend to meet a person like this… He suddenly had the feeling that maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to accept Seigo into his club after all…
At any rate, it was time to begin.
According to Rion and Kotomi’s request, they were going to use the rules of a real karate contest.
Generally speaking, it was illegal to strike anywhere above the collarbone with your fists, palms, or elbows. Pulling, scratching, hugging, and pushing were forbidden. Attacking your opponent’s back or crotch was banned.
If you caused your opponent to lose the ability to fight for 3 seconds or less, you would be awarded with "1 point" while disabling the opponent for more than 3 seconds would result in being awarded "2 points." Accumulating 2 points resulted in an instant victory.
As a non-martial artist, Seiji understood the rules as forbidding the use of scratching or other similar dubious techniques and not being allowed to attack the area near the head, back, or crotch. He also realized that he had to disable his opponents for a minimum of three seconds.
Yep, it seemed simple enough.
He stood in the middle of the dojo and looked inquiringly at the twin sisters.
Rion and Kotomi exchanged glances before taking turns to call out three names.
The members they called stood up… they were three girls!
Seiji frowned. It seemed they were going to start off this way…
"They actually went with three girls for the first round… They want Seiji to feel uneasy fighting girls and waste his energy," Chiaki muttered to herself.
"How could they… It’s so low…" Mika seemed concerned.
Hoshi furrowed his brows and bit his lips anxiously.
Likewise, Kyosuke Akanishi also furrowed his brows.
Starting right off the bat with three against one… Although he could understand the twins’ reasoning, he personally thought it was a bit overkill.
With everybody thinking different things, the three female karate club members walked to the center of the dojo, glanced towards the twins, before exchanging awkward glances with each other as they lined up in front of the handsome boy.
Seiji smiled towards them politely.
The three karate club members’ faces flushed red as they were slightly dazzled by his beauty.
"Prepare!" Kyosuke shouted, acting as the judge. "Bow!"
The three girls bowed slightly towards Seiji.
Seiji returned their bow out of respect.
"Begin the competition!"
"Hah!" the three girls shouted in unison as they moved into a fighting stance!
Of course, Seiji didn’t shout anything.
He immediately went on the offense!
He dashed three steps forward, covering the distance in an instant. He sent out a palm strike, aiming at the first girl’s solar plexus.
At almost the same time, his other palm flew towards the second girl’s solar plexus.
He followed up by twisting his body like a whirlwind, unleashing a third palm strike!
*Pound! Boom! Smack!*
The spectators only saw Seiji’s tall figure flicker as three loud sounds rang out in the dojo, and the three girls fell over almost simultaneously!!
Even Kyosuke, who was the closest spectator, failed to grasp Seiji’s attack.
When he blinked, he saw the three girls collapse onto the soft exercise mats! They all clutched their stomachs with pained expressions.
Seigo Harano had already returned to his original location and was standing there silently, his expression unruffled.
Everyone fell silent.
The three girls’ pained moans were the only audible sound. One of them ground her teeth and attempted to stand up, but immediately clutched at her stomach again as her knees buckled.
‘Did I use too much force?’ Despite his seemingly calm exterior, Seiji was rather worried about the girls.
What just happened!?
Every karate club member was plunged into a state of shock.
The duel was over before they could even see what was going on!
So fast…
It wasn’t that the duel ended too quickly; Seigo was just too swift!
How could this be possible… Even though it actually happened right before them, the karate club members still found the situation difficult to believe.
Chiaki, Mika, and Hoshi also received an incredible shock.
They were all stupefied. Although they knew Seiji was very strong and believed that he wouldn’t be easily defeated … this was so far out of the ordinary!
Chiaki and Mika then recalled how Seiji caught the drama club vice president’s book attacks.
Hoshi thought back to when he accidentally tripped at the confectionery store. Not only did Senpai rush over and catch him, Senpai also astonishingly managed to catch everything that flew through the air from his tray!
That when the three of them came to a realization.
Perhaps Seiji (Senpai) was much stronger than they knew!?
"Hey, I already won, right? Why aren’t you making a decision as the judge? They should take a rest or get their injuries looked at." A voice broke the silence.
Naturally, it was Seiji.
The karate club captain was still dazed and had forgotten his task, so Seiji impatiently gave him a reminder.
Kyosuke Akanishi finally regained his senses.
"2… 2 points! Seigo Harano’s victory!" he hurriedly proclaimed.
He then called over some other female members to help out the three collapsed girls.
"My apologies; I don’t have too much fighting… er, dueling experience, so I’m not that good at controlling my strength." Seiji sincerely apologized to the three girls he’d just defeated.
‘This… just one palm strike from him was so brutal!!’ Chiaki commented to herself in part disbelief.
She could tell that Seiji was being sincere. He truly wasn’t able to control his strength, and he felt apologetic towards the three girls.
But the karate club members’ thoughts were completely different …
Inexperienced?
All the karate club members felt like they were being insulted!
You claim to have no fighting experience, yet you managed to defeat three of us in an instant? Then what are we!?
They were currently filled with displeasure, anger, and… some panic.
Some members believed Seigo was being sarcastic to humiliate them, while others realized Seigo was being sincere.
Rion and Kotomi were among those that could tell Seigo was being sincere.
Seigo Harano wasn’t taunting the karate club at all; he was simply apologizing. That made him… even more frightening!
He was being honest! He didn’t have any fighting or dueling experience; he relied solely on his monstrous physical ability to accomplish a tremendous feat!
He wanted to crush them all using his overwhelming physical might!!
This was exactly what he did at the tennis and basketball clubs!
All this was simply a repeat.
The monster… he already showed his true face before, only… everyone still underestimated him!!
Fear rose up within the twins’ hearts once more.
Only this time their fear was shared by the other members of the karate club.
In the first round, the three girls were defeated.
It was time for round two.
Rion and Kotomi immediately went for the maximum number and called for seven boys to face him!
‘Boys… I don’t need to go as easy on them anymore.’ Seiji felt a bit more relaxed.
His opponents were able to unconsciously detect what he was thinking from his expression. They all wore complex expressions and cold sweat trickled down their backs.
After what just happened, none of them dared to look down on this solo challenger anymore.
"Destroyer of clubs!"
It was an exaggerated nickname which sounded like a joke. But as they stood before the bearer of the title, it suddenly seemed like cruel reality.
This was a true legend.
The person in front of them was endowed with legendary strength!
"Prepare!" Kyosuke’s expression was filled with tension as he shouted.
"Bow!"
Both sides bowed. One side was a row of seven people, while the other was merely one. It was… almost comical.
However.
"Begin the competition!"
"Hah!" the seven boys shouted in unison.
*Pound! Pound! Smack! Boom! Pound! Smack! Boom!*
The seven boys were sent flying as seven thuds resounded in quick succession!
This time, Kyosuke was concentrating as much as he possibly could on the fight, but he could barely discern Seigo rushing towards the boy closest to him, followed by… a flurry of punches and kicks that were too quick for the human eye to follow. The speedy combo caused the seven male karate club members to be sent flying!
A fiery invasion, fierce as the wind.
Although Kyosuke wasn’t particularly talented in literature, he suddenly recalled a line from a poem!
Seiji stopped right after he defeated all his opponents and adjusted his borrowed karate uniform.
The casual movement combined with the seven boys collapsed at his feet… added to the indescribable imposing manner which surrounded him!
This was only how the boys viewed him.
As for the girls, they needed merely three words to describe this scene: way too cool!


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

The host shouted, "Let's move on to the next contest! Calligraphy!"

"All participants please come up to the stage! Pick up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone! Then get ready to write!!"

Feng Ao Xiu smiled. It has come to the third contest, at least one more win needed. But, he did not need to go to the last contest, the Second Young Master's calligraphy skill was amazing. Since he was small, other than cultivation, he practised calligraphy almost every day. In the Feng Clan, no one has neater writing than Feng Ao Xiu. The game was already in the bag. 

All the participants including Feng Ao Xiu sat down on the stage.

Kong Ling Jue stands up, "I'll be the one in charge of this contest. First, I'll give each one of you a different theme. Then, within ten breaths, you must write an original poem according to the given theme."

"The criteria to win are neat handwriting, compatibility with the theme, and a good poem."

Feng Ao Xiu smiles again, he laughed in his heart. 

[Hahaha... This will be an easy victory! Who can beat me in calligraphy? Nobody! This is a good day, I'll finally get my ha... Wait! Poem!?]

[This Second Young Master hardly knew any poem, and you want me to write one!?] 

[This is bad! This is really bad!]

As he was looking for a solution, he suddenly realized that he actually did not have to. There were three criteria. If he could ace out the neat handwriting. At least he would get one-third of the total scores. If he could think of a good poem, a score of 60 or 70 out of 100 would be possible. If he was lucky, he could even get a score of 80. 

[That's actually not that bad, I might even win!]

Then, Kong Ling Jue said, "The poem itself will take sixty per cent of the total score. The rest will take twenty per cent each!"

Feng Ao Xiu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

[What the f*ck! Are you kidding me!? How could the poem take so many points!? Is this even a calligraphy contest!?]

The only thing left to do now was to practice. Feng Ao Xiu thought of the first poem that comes into his mind.

***

The Poem

The poem is here and there.
What poem will I hear?
I was forced to make one.
Who knows how it will end.
Because my poem is not bad.
I will not be sad.

***

Feng Ao Xiu gives himself a facepalm. It's useless! It's so ugly, that he wanted to vomit himself!

The crowd was anxiously waiting. Most of them were looking at the dark horse in this contest. What kind of legendary poem will Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan make?

Kong Ling Jue points at the nearest young participant, "Let's start with you! The theme is Tortoise."

The young man immediately writes his poem. He finishes right before the ten breaths.

***

Break the Tortoiseshell

Through the shell, it was blessed.
Without the light, it walks for a quest.
The strength and spirit live forever.
Leave the home and the courage gather.
The sunlight illuminates the path.
Treading without care for the aftermath.
Break the Tortoiseshell.
And believe it will be well.

***

Bu Liang said, "Nice one! I like the beginning part, but the last part is a bit lacking."

Mo Tie Yang, "Within ten breaths and you could make this kind of poem is already impressive."

The Emperor, "Yes, I agree! It is a good one. Your handwriting still needs a lot of practice though."

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes tortoise! Big brother described it nicely!"

Kong Ling Jue nodded, "Good! However, there is a mistake, you should use the word 'cave' instead of 'home', and the word 'power' instead of 'strength', it describes the Tortoise best. This poem also lacks a bit of morality. If you write it for a long time, I'm sure it will be better!"

The young man cupped his hand, "Thank you, Master Kong Ling Jue!"

Feng Ao Xiu was confused. Is that poem really good? He doesn't understand anything good about that poem.

However, currently was not the time to analyze that poem. Feng Ao Xiu shook his head and continue with the practice. He shall use the same theme and see if it does any good.

***

The Old Tortoise

The Old Tortoise is 100 years old.
It lived a long life and the shell is cold.
Swim in the pond with aloof.
Spinning around like in its youth.
Old but still adorable and...

***

Feng Ao Xiu stopped before he even finished. There's no need to continue, just half of it was already not satisfying. He felt what he made was not a poem but a description of a turtle.

"Next!" Kong Ling Jue glanced at the next person, a vigorous old man, "The theme is Wine."

Although it's not for Feng Ao Xiu, he feels challenged. He believes he could create a nice poem.

***

Three Bottles of Wine

There are three bottles of wine.
All the tastes were fine.
I chug one down and go with the flow.
One down, two more to go!
I chug another one as if there's no tomorrow.
Two are down, one more to go!
I chug the last one but the head feels heavy.
I died and arrive in heaven...

***

Feng Ao Xiu gave up. No matter how hard he tried. In the end, it will always come up bad. He didn't understand how he created a story instead of a poem.

Meanwhile, the old man who was the participant finishes quickly, he only needed seven breaths before he stops.

***

Legendary Wine

The water flows into the river.
The cup holds a feather.
It shines in the moon, showing its fang.
Gentle like yin but strong like yang.
Accomplishment and glory.
The reigns and victory.
I shall pour it all into one.
To wait until this moment to run.
All gods and humans fancy.
Come and see!
All masters and servants envy.
Come and see!
I bring you a dine!
With this legendary wine!

***

The audience cheered! It is a beautiful poem! Who is that man!?

Kong Ling Jue, "As expected of Master Sun, I have nothing to say!"

Bu Liang, "I'm always impressed every time I saw Master Sun's masterpiece!"

The Emperor, "Master Sun is really good, your handwriting is also still full of energy!"

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes this poem the most! It's the best!"

The audience went into frenzy mode. 

"What did they say? Master Sun! Master Sun Huang!?"

"I can't believe it! Sun Huang the master of poem and calligraphy is here!"

"No wonder that poem is so good!"

Mo Tie Yang jokes, "Master Sun, haven't you retired already? Are you here to bully these people?"

Sun Huang laughs loudly, "Hahahaa... I'm sorry, but my wife and children are watching! I have to win this contest."

This is big news! Sun Huang enters a contest and shows his skill, it has been a long time since Sun Huang creates a poem. It looks like his skill hasn't worn off yet. The poem 'Legendary Wine' will surely beat all the other poem.

Feng Ao Xiu's mouth became wide open. What the hell!? Sun Huang! What is he doing here!? How am I going to beat him without any poem skills?

Sun Huang still laughs, "The rest do not need to mind me, just continue to do your best. May the best man win!"

How could the other participants not mind? They must face the legendary master! Of course, they will lose! They lose all hope in this competition. But, look at the bright side, at least Master Sun will point their mistake with his skill. It is a golden opportunity!

The contest continued, and just like they hoped for, Sun Huang gives a precise and concrete lesson to the third participant. The rest of the participants began to write the poem more vigorously. How could they not? Get a private lesson from the legendary Master Sun is a dream come true to all the young calligraphers.

Feng Ao Xiu cursed in his heart. 

[F*ck this! All of them became so enthusiastic! I can't withdraw from this contest now!] 

Withdrawing means dishonouring Master Sun. Feng Ao Xiu could not afford that! But, If he writes his own poem, he'll be the laughing stock of the entire country.

All have got their turn except for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan.

Kong Ling Jue stares intensely at Feng Ao Xiu. What will he do now? 

"Next is our favourite, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The theme is the Moon." 

[Wait! It's my turn now!? I'm not ready!]

Feng Ao Xiu holds the brush but his hands not moving. 

[Ahh... I can't get any ideas from inside my head. Moon... Moon... What moon!?]

Three breaths have passed.

[C' mon, think! Think! Not winning is fine! As long as the poem is not stupid!]

...

That's It!

Right after the fifth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu writes vigorously. He already has all the poem in his head.

Just right before the tenth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu puts down the brush! The poem was finished!

The crowd watching anxiously. After the two previous performance, they got a great expectation from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. It may not be as great as Master Sun, but at least it will be better than the rest.

***

The Moon Princess

Your smooth soft skin.
The only one in my scene.
Your bright little smile.
The one I won't lie.
The beauty of the moon can't compare.
The shines of the moon lacks colour.
In the night, I grew restless.
For the Moon Princess.
The river flows like the cloud.
The wind plays aloud.
I wish I could express.
For the Moon Princess.
I'll descend from high above.
You are my one true love.
Hold my hands.
I swear to the heavens!
For you, nothing is too soon.
Because you are my moon.

***

"..."

Everyone's mouth opened wide. 

Yes! As expected from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The poem was really good, it could even rival Master Sun's 'Legendary Wine'.

But, that's not the point! The thing is, he just wrote a love poem! 

For Princess Ming!!

Who else is the Moon Princess but Princess Ming!?

The Princess blushed. Her face became so red. She never felt so embarrassed before.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

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