He is stubborn, aggressive, smart, stylish and clever just like his father.
Despite the fact that he is one of the Mikaelsons he hates it and just wants to separate himself from the 'Always and Forever'.



Dylan makes his way in the Salvatore school and becomes the most popular student of the school.
Go and read more about him.

In the world of black and white young hazel Lynnwood discovers that the world is not so black-and-white after all it is gray and Hazel realizes human nature is always grey. Throughout her journey Dylan black stone accompanies her showing her what love really is. Will they end up together? Will they make it out alive at all? Read it and find out.

After experiencing my first tree planting and the wilderness of La Orden's Forest Park, the weekend passed by like a blur quickly. And upon realizing it also, it had been a week already since I first arrived here in La Orden. To be honest, a lot of interesting things happened during my first week here which I didn't fully expect. Maybe James was right. Maybe this town could give us a new perspective on things, a new chance. Then I remembered a certain memory. A memory where I was hopeless and looking helplessly at my father with his head tilted downcast. His hands were cuffed while he was being escorted by the police out of our home.
I shove away that memory and took a deep breath while waiting for Rayven downstairs. He drove us early going to school since he had another practice in preparation for their upcoming pocket tournament which will be held in a few days.
Leaving Rayven's car, I went to the building where the school newspaper was housed. Monica informed me last night that she will be at school early also since she had to finish some articles for their next issue.
While roaming around the hallways, I eventually found the school newspaper's room. Peeking at the small glass window of the door, I spotted Monica glued to her laptop while she furiously typed on the keyboard.
I knocked at the door, and Monica recognized me from her position. She eagerly let me into their small and cramp space of a room. There were at least three monitors I found on the desks and thick documents were all cluttered beside them. Looking at my side, there was a whiteboard where their agendas for the month were all written messily.
Monica returned to her seat and offered me the chair beside her. She typed something on her laptop and shut it down before facing me again.
"Just don't mind me, Monica. I know you have a lot of articles to finish. I'll just browse my phone."
"Nonsense. I just did the last and remaining article I have to edit which can be done later. So where's your brother?"
"He's in the fencing room. They have early practice since their tournament will be held in a few days. If I remember correctly, it's the same date as the Halloween Dance. So have you decided on your costume?"
"Well, I'm actually planning to pull a Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction. Since I just have to wear this short black wig plus coat and tie. Easy right?"
"That's cool!" I pretended to know who Mia Wallace was, and I hadn't watched that movie yet.
"How about you?"
I thought for a moment and slouched on my seat. "Actually, I haven't had the chance to think about it yet. With tons of homework thrown at me since I have to catch up with your curriculum, I don't even know how I will squeeze it in. Maybe I'll just wear some black dress. I could be one of the witches in some 90s movies."
Monica just laughed at me and shook her head. Then she glanced at her wristwatch where she told me we only had ten minutes left before class started. We quickly grabbed our things and ran out of the room, rushing to go to the classroom's building.
Arriving in the hallway, there were still students loitering outside the classroom while Monica and I were still catching our breath. She told me that she will get something from her locker which I offered myself to accompany her.
While leaning my back to someone's locker, I spotted a tall girl while her long brown hair swaying back and forth as she walked the hallway. She walked like she was walking on the fashion runway. I looked at her small face and felt a pang of envy. She had a flawless face and her look could pass as a model. Two girls accompanied her while they talked animatedly. Then she caught my eyes looking at her.
They halted their talk and continued their strides moving towards me. I was startled by this sudden turn. I just hoped that I was just standing behind her locker.
They stopped before me, and the model-like girl scrutinized my appearance from top to bottom.
"Sorry, is this your locker?" I stepped away from the locker I was leaning earlier, but she didn't make any further moves to open the locker. I saw that Monica was already done grabbing her things from her locker and surprise was written all over her face when she saw the beautiful girl standing before me.
"Enemies without. Enemies within. Or should I say enemy within?" I don't even know if she was threatening me or what but she dropped those words sweetly like she was delivering a poetry line to me. She toyed with her hair strand for a moment then pulled away from her gaze at me and stride away with her groupie.
I made sure that she was too far away to hear me before talking to Monica.
"Who was that?" I asked her.
Monica looked at the direction of the girl. "That's Deena Kim. Why does it seem that she was threatening you?"
I shook my head at Monica and made a sudden realization. "Well, Dylan happened."
She creased her brows at me, curious that Dylan's name was dragged in this conversation. More like I was dragged by Dylan in their drama. I recalled to her the first time I'd met Dylan until the fated moment where he pushed me to the wall and made a fake scene for Deena. 
"Well, good luck with that. Deena is a feisty girl. Let's hope that she will get over with Dylan soon," she paused for a moment and turned her head at the direction behind me. "Speaking of the devil, he's here."
I turned around and found Dylan walking in our direction, and I could see from his expression that something came up. He approached us and gave a nod to Monica then looked hurriedly at me. 
"They are going to open Raymond's locker today," he dropped to us. 
I arched my brow at him. "Who will open his locker?"
"I'll explain on the way." He suddenly grabbed my right arm while Monica jolted from the sudden turn of events. Dylan led me away, but Monica trailed after us. I saw from the side that she immediately pulled out her camera from her bag expecting a juicy scoop from this. 
*****
We made a turn to another hallway while Dylan kept his hand on my arm. As we near closer to our destination, we could see students huddled together. I could spot our principal's head from the crowd and people wearing blue uniforms - the police. This thing escalated quickly. 
We tried squeezing our way inside the crowd, so we could get a better view of what was happening. Other students started to gather around the locker spaces, and from my right, I saw Deena with her groupie.
The principal marched toward the locker space and behind him, two police officers tailed after. Deena suddenly stepped out from the crowd and placed her hands on her hips. 
"Mom?" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
One of the police officers, the woman with short pixie hair had the same height as her daughter. She looked very fit for a woman for her age. 
Mrs. Kim hugged her daughter and looked at the principal to let him explain the situation to the restless students. Acknowledging the look from the police officer, Dr. Floyd Manuel nodded at her and faced his students. 
Clearing his throat, he assessed his students. "Students, I know you have a class to attend to, but since you will be plaguing me with questions later, this is to announce to everyone that Raymond Manto's situation has been officially declared as a missing person case."
Murmurs and restlessness began to spread around the crowd. He gave a nod to the two police officers and moved to Raymond's locker. Despite the reminder from Dr. Manuel about our class, students started to inch closer around the locker. Some were stretching their necks just to see what was happening. Dylan, Monica, and I were no exemption as we want to see what was inside.
Mrs. Kim's partner pulled the duplicate key and twisted it inside the keyhole. He pulled the handle and pack of books and notebooks fell from the locker. The locker must be jampacked inside. The two officers began collecting the books and notebooks on the floor, and that was when I saw a black envelope slid on the floor far away from the eyes of the officers and the students. I pulled away from Dylan and carefully moved closer to the envelope I saw. I double-checked to make sure no one would see me sneaking inside my pocket the potential evidence item to this missing person case. 
*****
After the policed raided Raymond's locker and placed all items inside a box, students started to head to their respective classrooms. The three of us were all silenced by what happened especially, Dylan. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling right now after getting the confirmation that his elementary best friend was officially missing.
I stepped out before them stopping them from their tracks. Both of them threw me a questioning look.
"I have a confession to make. I may..." I paused temporarily."...steal something from Raymond's locker. Look it just fell off together with his books then I saw it slid on the floor." I pulled out the black envelope which I folded inside my pocket and showed it to them.
"Yuno! The police can charge you with a criminal case just for stealing an item from an active case." Dylan spouted at me. 
"I'm aware, Dylan. Look! It might be just a simple love letter or I dunno a scratch paper." I rolled my eyes at him and pulled open the black envelope. There was a black paper inside which I withdrew as well. I read what was scribbled on the paper and left me befuddled. 
I showed the letter to Dylan and Monica and both of them wore a similar expression.
IT'S BEEN A PLEASURE TO ANNOUNCE TO YOU THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED AS AN OFFERING FOR A GREATER CAUSE. 
Those were the words written inside the black envelope.

Meet Yuno and Rayven, newly stepbrother and sister in a small and isolated town of La Orden. 

Yuno is the new girl in town. She is finding ways to get used to the conservative ways of La Orden compare to the big city where she came from. But when she meet a new found friend and mysteriously disappears at the night of the dance, she needs to find her while continuously surviving the everyday life of a high school student.

Rayven needs to adjust to the life of having a new sister in his house after his dad remarried. So long as Yuno will stay out of his way, they will probably get along just fine while keeping his big secret to her and to his family. But a group of guys keep on pestering him to join their mysterious gang, then a girl in school mysteriously disappeared.

Join the adventures of Yuno and Rayven as they unravel love, identity, and secrets of their town in this series.

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"Do you think Jake's mad?" Rosie shook her head, she was driving to school with Anna. "Jake probably shake it off pretending he doesn't even remember it is. That's how he is." Rosie sighed, "Which is actually you shouldn't even be interested in a guy like him. He's not worth your time." 

Anna scrunched her eyebrows together, "I wouldn't be wasting my time if my mate would just show up." Rosie hid her smile. "You think your mate's hiding from you?" Anna nodded, "I've been waiting for years for him and not one sign. Nada, nothing, zilch."

Did she just say zilch?, Rosie thought.

Rosie turned into the school parking lot struggling not to laugh at Anna's seriousness. She shut off the car turning to Anna. "Anna finding your mate is not the most important thing in the world. We are still only 16 we still have time. Your mate will present themselves when the time is right."

Anna just scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Yeah Rosie, whatever." Anna opened the car door hopping out and grabbing her bag. She was wearing a jean dress with a red maroon dress and black choker. Rosie got out and walked with her to their school lockers. Their lockers were next to each other courtesy of Rosie's mom who was the school principal.

They grabbed their books saying goodbye as they headed to their own classes planning to meet at lunch.

*************

Rosie was smart, smart enough to actually skip a grade. But she never did, mostly because she wanted to stay closer to Anna. They were both junior's already and had spent every grade together. Rosie didn't want to ruin that cycle.

In each class Rosie always knew the answers, whatever the question was. Everyone at school knew too, whenever they didn't know something they would come to her.

Rosie even thought about charging for answers, by thought against it in the end. She had even tutored some other kids just for the fun of it. Some even said she had it gifts, one for her strength and for her smartness. Rosie never bragged about it though. She always stayed quiet unless she really needed to speak.

Like now, she was in her math class and it was going impossibly slow. This was the class right before lunch and they were serving pizza today. They always ordered form some fancy restaurant and it was to die for.

In her class the teacher had asked a math question and it seemed like no one knew the answer. Everyone was avoiding the teacher's eyes looking every else around the room.

Rosie shook her head sighing. She raised her hand and the teacher's eyes seemed to brighten at her favorite student.

"Yes, Rosie?"

"The answer is 46," Rosie dated hurriedly. She noticed everyone was paying attention now and looking at the front. Well, she thought.

"Correct!", the teacher said just as the bell rang for lunch. All the students ran out the door heading to the cafeteria.

Rosie was the last one out heading to put her books in her locker. Just as she put her books away some called her name.

"Morris?" Rosie knew that voice, Dylan.

She turned looking at her mate standing a few feet away from her. He was wearing a red varsity football jacket with jeans. His brown curls were messy in a nice way. He was carrying a textbook in his hand and there was a pencil behind his ear.

Rosie always noticed that pencil. He always had one there. Her eyes traveled to his eyes shocked. Dylan never talked to her, ever. Well, not since kindergarten, but that was along time ago. 

Dylan was supposed to be a senior but him mom held back a year making him stay at home a while longer. It was common in the wolf community. Mothers always wanted more time with their pups before they sent them off to school. 

"Yes?," Rosie said. 

Dylan was smiling nervously, "Um.....this is embarrassing. God."

Rosie faced him waiting. "So.....I'm failing math and everyone knows you're like a math whiz and the teach said I needed to find a tutor or she'd fail me for my final grade." He paused. "So this is me asking you for help."

"Please," he added.

Rosie was surprised that he was asking her for help even if she was smart. Dylan was average in his smarts but she didn't think he would be failing math of all things. 

Rosie was on the verge if saying no but something stopped her. She suddenly had an urge to say yes. Maybe with the tutoring she could finally get some answers out if him.

Maybe he will finally notice her. Rosie didn't even know he knew she existed before this. This was her chance that she just couldn't miss.

"Yes," Rosie finally answered after being silent for minutes.

Dylan's smile widened into a real one looking happy. "That's great. We could start maybe Wednesday after school." He turned to leave then stopped, "Oh and please don't tell anyone about this. Let's just keep it between us, yeah." He touched Rosie's arm causing thousands of sparks to travel through it.

He left heading to the cafeteria , leaving a frozen Rosie. Rosie heart was beating fast that you could probably hear it for miles. She started walking toward to the cafeteria but changed her mind heading outside to the younger kids playground.

Also the place where she first saw Dylan.

one day long ago there was a guy his name was Dylan he was a anime lover he was totaly nuts about anime.But the problem was he lived a life in a harsh country there was not much food nor fresh water but for some unknown reason his country always had money for high teck gear.By geting a very old laptop from his uncle ho also was an anime finatick Dylan discaverd all the amzing anime shows on this laptop. But sadly on day he got sick realy realy sick.By the time he was accepted to by the hospital for treatment it was to late Dylan and his dreams died along side him 

Dylan:soooo? is this what it means to be dead and hear i was thinking of going to heavin now I am stuck in a black endles void? Come on! firs the sickness now this realy somebody must realy hate me up stairs 
Voice:Be calm child!
Dylan:GREAT!(in a sarcastick voice) now its speaking to me,Why hello who ever you are ,are you stuck here to !
Voice:No I am not I am all you feel and seek I am life it self I brought you here because I feel that you have a strong desire for somthing you want
Dylan:(in Dylans mind:aww yea I hope this is like that books I read where a person gets reincarnated into any world of his choosing)Well there is one thing I realy want
Voice:Then speak it!
Dylan:Well I want three things to choose please(he is trying to make a puppy face)
Voice:speak it
Dylan:First I want to be a pure blooded sayain
second I want I want to keep all my memories and power every time I die
Thirdly every time I die I want to be reincarnated in any universe of my choosing
Voice:I shal give you these things you have asked for 

suddenly Dylan felt a strange pain in his body 

Voice:You are now a pure blood sayain.Now witch universe do you wish to go Dylan.
Dylan:Mmm?let me see
I know let me relive my life but pleas make sure I am born in a rich family please
Voice:I will grant you this comand Dylan now get ready
A suden burst of light apeard 
then Dylan heard sounds that sounded close to a hospital

Bae Joo-hyun!

In this class of 30 she clearly stands out. I knew it. She is not from this world. 

The homeroom teacher unaware of my current act of reverence grows irritated with the level of commotion  and mildly irritatedly says;

"Settle down kids, if you disturb the other classes, everyone of you will be punished got it?"

"Dylan, do you have any trouble with your sight?"

"No, ma'am"

"It's settled then"

"huh?"

"Class Monitor!"

"Yes?"

I turn towards the person who just answered and time seems to have slown down. That was Irene speaking? She's the class monitor? I don't think I've heard about this before. She told the story of her being an Ulzzang, but I'd never heard her mention being class monitor. Thinking again this shouldn't be strange. 

School is basically a popularity contest. The more popular you are the better your school life is. For those of you who wants tips on how to survive High school. If experience has taught me anything its one thing, there are two types of standing out . 

1) The good kind, the athletic, smart, funny or good-looking and 2) The bad kind, the loner, weirdo or different. If you can't be in the good kind, you're not entirely screwed but you are going to have to learn a skill. Pretending. Read books learn as much about various topics so that you can speak about anything that the lead character brings up. Learn your role. Not everyone is a Main Character in life.

Anyway, the stern looking homeroom teacher turns to Bae Joo-hyun 

"Joo-hyun, Dylan will be your new desk-mate, so show him around school during break, i'll be trusting you to take care of him."

"Yes, Mrs Han"

"Greetings"

"Stand up"

"Bow"

She then clitter clatters out of the class holding a few books and shuts the door. I then move down the isle towards the last the last row , just in-front of the in class lockers. I put my bag and turn to towards the girl next to me.

She's gorgeous even though she's not wearing any makeup. Her pitch black hair is tied up into a high pony tail makes her look much more mature than her age. While her cherry like lips, are put together. Her overall vibe is that of ... an older woman. A pretty noona. The stylish one you had a crush on when you were just a kid. 

"Hi, I'm Dylan Park, nice to meet you"

"I know, you just said your name"

Strike 1 

*brrrr* *brrrr*

It feels like the temperature in the room just drop by 10 degrees. Not one to be perturbed, I gather whats left of my pride and smile.

"And you are?"

"Bae Joo-hyun"

"That's a pretty name, And a pretty accent"

She just ignores my comment and turns away. 

Strike 2!

The rest of the morning just passes by, I occasionally glance towards her during lessons but she just seems too focused on the teacher to pay any attention to what's happening around her. 

*Ding Ding Ding*

And with that bell its lunch break. As i'm about to stand up and stretch. I get surrounded by the girls in my class who start bombarding me with questions.

"Where are you from?"

"Seoul"

"Why did you transfer to this school"

"Forced to"

"What's your number?"

"I don't know"

"Do you have a girlfriend"

"No"

Just as the girls were about to begin their second round of Q&A. Irene , interrupts them

"Dylan, follow me"

"Uh okay" 

I bow towards the girls and start running after her. She really wastes no time. Seems like she wants to end this as fast as possible. Over the next 10 minutes, she shows me where various buildings are. The gym, cafeteria, library , computer and science labs etc.

We end the little tour by the soccer stand. She sits down, we did just walk around the school. Even my legs hurt a bit. She looks out towards the field while I just stand there not knowing what to do.

She turns to me and for a moment seems to be contemplating something. I just wait for her. Eventually she manages to utter something

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"My accent, you like it?"

"Yeah, uhm ...us  Seoul people find it really cute"

She seemed to have accepted that compliment and smiles

"Thanks"

"No problem"

The conversation just stops there. Seems like she's insecure about her accent. What teenager wouldn't be? Especially if they want to appear on Television in the future. I wonder how much months it is before she passes the S.M audition.

I start to grow a bit anxious, it's almost the end of break and I haven't even gotten to speak a full sentence to her. Think Dylan! Say something.

"Uhm do you like books?"

She turns to me, a little surprised but answers anyway

"Yeah, why?"

"I just thought of a line to describe what I'm feeling right now. Want to know what is?

Not giving her any time to answer. I bring out the big guns that is sure to make any book nerd week at the knee's. In the coolest of voices I can muster, I look towards the sunset and say

"You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed."

*Silence*

"Is that a pickup line?"

Damn! 

Strike 3 

I answer anyway

"Yeah"

She then turns to me and can't seem to hold it together anymore. 

"Hahahaha thats just crazy! Does that ever work?"

"Huh?"

'So was that Strike 3 or not?'

Dylan was an ordinary 18 year old with a particular taste for the older girls. What will happen when one day he finds himself in the past possessing a body no longer his own.

Dylan: "Where am I?"

"OMG i'm hot!?"

"Its time to .duh duh duh. Pick up noonas!"

How far will cheesy pickup lines and knowledge of the future take him ? Its anyones guess

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There was a gentle breeze in the air. The sun was partially obstructed by the clouds so the weather was neither too hot or too cold which made the breeze all that more pleasing to a person's skin. Outside an ordinary house was a young boy laying in the backyard. He had black hair with a hint of silverish streaks going down each side. With his deep blue eyes, the boy was staring into the sky contemplating over the life he was living in this new world. 

This boy was naturally Dylan. It has been over 6 months since Dylan crossed over to this new world. During that time, He learned a great deal about this world. He firstly dismissed the idea this world was his own but set in the future when he visited the pewter city Library. The history of this world was vastly different from his own. 

There were no records of clans, cultivators , or demonic beasts. Even the Kingdoms that existed in his timeline were not mentioned in the history books. Even when Kingdoms existed, there was hardly any mention of humans wielding magic or any form of supernatural power. Dylan was able to prove his previous hypothesis about the course of development this world took. 

Humans heavily relied on technology but with good reason. The study of Science, Medicine , economic growth, transportation , education, food etc was made possible thanks to technological advancements made by seemingly ordinary people who eventually became famous and inspired many others to think and create the next big technological breakthrough. 

Another important fact he learned was the how according to a world map, This world was at least ten times larger than his old one! Dylan also noted this world was divided according to 7 regions which were Kanto, Johto, Honen, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos and Alola. However, this only accounted for 40 percent of the world map. When Dylan asked the Librarian about this discrepancy, he was told it was top secret information only available to certain groups of people high in authority. 

Although dissatisfied, Dylan didn't pursue the matter. He was grateful enough to learn the information he obtained which was abundant and free no less. Granted there were books sold in stores which could be purchased too, The library was closer to his current location and he did not have money to buy any book at this time. 

Out of all the information he obtained, what excited him the most was the occupation of a pokemon trainer. Dylan was able to get bits and pieces from Roxi pertaining to pokemon trainers but that superficial amount of knowledge was not enough to satisfy his curiosity which was his biggest motivation for visiting the library in the first place.

In laymen's terms, a pokemon trainer is a person who travels and catches pokemon all around the world. The age of 10 is typically the optimal but also the required age for any person to start their journey. What surprised Dylan was aside from being 10, any child can apply to become a Pokemon trainer. In order to apply, you would need to visit the corresponding Pokemon professor in your region to receive your pokemon licence aka the pokedex and your starter Pokemon. 

A trainer is able to choose from three pokemon which came with their own unique type. Initially, Dylan didn't understand how pokemon were categorized nor if they possessed elemental properties. Needless to say, the amount of information pertaining to pokemon is massive to say the least. When Dylan asked the Librarian to bring out all the books relating to pokemon, the latter gave him a strange look.

Seeing the look he was getting, He knew something was amiss but could not figure out the problem with his question. This prompted Dylan to ask if there was a problem with his question. For some reason, the librarian looked very upset and looked at me as if he was looking at an idiot. Of course he did not voice his displeasure and like a professional asked me to follow him to the second floor.

Once we reached the second floor, The Librarian came to an abrupt stop which nearly caused Dylan to walk into him. He then started heading toward stairs leading back to the first floor and before Dylan could get a word in, The Librarian told him "Every book on this floor comprises everything you will need to know about pokemon. Kid I'll say this in advance, once the clock hits 8:00pm I am dragging you out here regardless if you are still reading".

Not missing a beat the Librarian continued with his little rant: "Normally I wouldn't bring up the closing hours since it's barely noon, but I get the distinct notion you know squat about pokemon and plan on being here into the wee hours of the night; well I am not having it! I haven't seen you in the Library before so I'm going to assume you don't have a library card either. If you plan on taking any books home, come back with your parents or legal guardian so I can register and issue you a Library card. Otherwise I won't let you leave with a single book". 

Without waiting for me to respond, The librarian continued on his way down the stairs. Dylan was speechless and just thought himself 'give me a break; it's not my fault I wasn't able to acquire this body's previous memories. And besides who harshly scolds a 9 year old for asking a question?'. 

'Speaking of age, it turns out I was a bit off'. Backtracking to that day, I remember Nurse Joy explaining the test results of the scan from that machine to me with Roxi and Officer Jenny in the same room. While I already knew the results, I feigned ignorance and decided to hear the results anyway. I would rather not draw any unwanted attention to myself by showing off my other capabilities. Anyway while going over the results, I was surprised to hear that it was determined I was 8 ½. Apparently, this machine was able to pinpoint a human and pokemons age right down to the exact day

The number of surprises I experienced that day were numerous but I think the most Surprising one was Roxi asking to be my guardian. Initially I was going to reject her offer right then and there. She had already saved my life once and even sought out medical attention while quenching my appetite at the same time. I felt that I had already imposed on her enough but after a moment of hesitation I simply grabbed her hand and nodded my head indicating that I agreed with her proposal. 

Why did I agree so easily to her proposal? I had several reasons but one that overshadowed the others was if I was placed in that orphanage or with anyone else I did not know, my life could very well be in jeopardy. 

His conjecture was not unfounded either. The previous host of this body did not pass away peacefully nor was the death accidental. Ignoring the various wounds and old scars on his body, The fresh wounds he currently had alone were from a violent assault. Whoever attacked this boy wanted to make sure the deed was done thoroughly. So it was imperative that I find somewhere to lay low and slowly learn everything I needed to know about this world.

The orphanage was out of the question. If this orphanage was anything like the ones he had seen in his previous world, it wasn't a liable option. There would hardly be any security in such a place and not mention the fact adults from all over would visit in order to adopt a child. He had no desire to live under any rules one would set over a child. HIs personality and mentality were that of an adult and would not change that easily if at all. Secondly with so many people coming in and out daily, there was a high chance he might come across the person responsible for his death.

When Roxi offered to adopt me, I agreed for two reasons. One I wouldn't have to worry about my safety with her pokemon around. While that pokemon may be small, the power of that flame was no joke. The power it displayed was too weak when comparing it to the demon foxes from my previous world but it was still enough to serve as a bodyguard. Based on this woman's personality I don't think I have to worry about my safety.

I also had to face the harsh reality: I'm too weak. Even if I wasn't injured, I doubt I would have defeated that Pidgeotto. And that was just one on one. I can't even imagine what would have happened if a flock of them came after me. While I don't have that much knowledge about pokemon in general, I do know birds typically fly together in groups. Whether that was true or not, I'm not going to risk my life on that assumption. 

During the time I spent recovering, I made it a point to stay in doors until I was fully recovered. Aside from absorbing the Qi in the air, I avoided strenuous activity. Why did I spend so much time recovering? The injuries I sustained were no joke. Normally it would have taken me a year to recover based on my condition at the time. I was hoping with aid of Qi, I would be able to speed up my recovery.

To my surprise, It only took me half time to completely recover from the hidden damages that could have potentially harmed my foundation when I started to cultivate. One of the rules Dylan and many other cultivators in his previous world followed was cultivating while severely injured did more harm than good in the long run. While the rest of the body can theoretically get stronger by absorbing QI, Qi in a sense also harms the body. Logically, it made sense to everyone. In order for a person's body to get stronger, their body would have to have handle the strain of Qi constantly breaking it down and in turn strengthening the body. 

While I was surprised that I recovered in half the time I previously estimated, I was more worried than happy. Mainly it was because this wasn't a normal child's body. Common sense would dictate that after absorbing and circulating qi throughout your meridians, it was normal to spend a significant amount of time purifying the negative properties qi possessed. It was a tedious task but had to be done in order to have a solid foundation. The human body also possessed impurities which had to be flushed every time one breaks through each realm. 

That wasn't the case with Dylan however. When he began absorbing qi, in no time at all his body automatically purified his qi! At first I was ecstatic. I figured even with the low qi in the air my cultivation speed would still doubled thanks to this body's wondrous ability.

However I soon learned firsthand things would not be so simple. When I first tried completing my first circulation, I was just halfway done when the qi in my body starting going erratic. Although I was surprised, I quickly took action and starting directly guiding the qi down my bodys meridans. completing the last half of first circulation was an ordeal. Based on my previous cultivation experience, This should not be happening. If I lost focus for even a second, the qi in body would go out of control. Only after I finished my first circulation could i relax.

My body didn't suffer much from this first circulation but I was mentally exhausted. I decided to give myself a break and try again the next day.
The same phenomenon happened again once I reach the halfway point of my circulation. I was prepared this and was able to finish the circulation without any issues. To confirm my suspicions I attempted to complete another circulation and the same phenomenon occurred at the halfway point. 

I decided from that point on that I would only complete 2 circulation until injuries were treated. aside from the mental exhaustion I had to suffer from, my body was could not handle anymore stress. And to minimize my body's stress I would only finish one circulation in the morning and second at night. It was tedious I know but I was in no rush.

Fast Forwarding to the present, Dylan quickly began his to quiche his thirst for knowledge. Hours had past without him realizing it. Before leaving the library, Dylan wrote down some key points on what areas he needed to further research. He also notated some information on how potential Pokemon monsters were ranked and highlighted some notes which were not clear to and planned to ask Roxie to gain better insight.

Dylan, a Culivator from the dragonic clan dies and is reincarnated in the body of a 8 year old boy in the world of Pokemon. No longer bound by the responsibilities of a clan or its rules, Watch as Dylan embarks on a journey to see this whole new world and lives this new life by his own rules. Some of his new goals in this life: See the world and become a pokemon master!

Some things to know about this novel:

There will be romance in this novel; possibly a harem but that will NOT be the main focus. 

The main character will not stay 10 years old either. 

Unlike most novels, The main character will not know have the unfair advantage of knowing the story line or know what pokemon are. He will learn as he goes just like any reincarnator. 

Although he will possess the ability to cultivate, The MC will not be OP right away. That is going to take time. years in fact and there will not be many time skips either so you will watchas he will be like any other trainer starting out his journey.

Updates will be once a week for now

TLDR: I will be taking a break from the eighth to the thirteenth of May. It's a shorter break than usual since the book is quite short. So yeah, see you in five days. 

Yoyoyo! Pondayo! How have you all been! I've been doing great, thank you very much!

Alright, first things first, the reason why this book is short is because of the contents of the story. I only wanted to write something about the Summit, since it was such an integral part of the overall storyline. The joining of the three superpowers and the rise of the Black Masks signifies the second act of Spirit Immortal. Furthermore, it has finally set the tone for future books where the Black Masks gets to take centre stage, instead of academy rivals or competition between nations. 

There's one vital aspect of Book 7 that I wanted to get across to you guys though. And that is the existence of Lukman. When Shin first awakened his innate spiritual ability, the power to create and manipulate water, it was set that he would learn from a sand-wielding counterpart in a later book. That's why Shin hasn't been experimenting with his first spiritual ability for all this time. He just wasn't shown the way just yet. Of course, that's all going to change, and in Book 8, I finally get to write him as the badass that I'd always imagined he'll be. 

So don't worry, the pace of the story will speed up now. I know I've made that promise many times before, but this time, it really is the case. Everything will now revolve around Shin's potential and strengthening as a character. 

Also, Shin's meeting with Longyu Tian and the Luminaries from the Lantis Republic. That was a key focal point of the book that I've wanted to highlight. I'm sure many of you have guessed it by now, in fact, some had already figured it out since he awakened the Sovereign Koi, but Shin's Spirit isn't as innocent as it seems… Stay tuned to find out!

Oh, and Book 7 is also a homage to many Wuxia shows/comic books that I'd read/watched growing up. The most obvious one would be Jin Yong's books and a comic book that my uncle follows and reads to me sometimes, 'Oriental Heroes.' Also known as, Long Hu Men or Dragon Tiger Gate. I'm not sure if any of you had caught on, so I'll explain it one by one. 

The first one would be the names of the five main Master Sects of the Kori Federation. Dragon Tiger Gate, Shaolin Temple, Emei Church. These three were homages to the Wuxia background that I've read, while the other two, Khan Tribe and Dalgeom Sect, are mostly my own creations. Yes, yes, Khan is part of the Mongolian lore, but let's not get into that just yet. There's bigger fish to fry.

In many popular Wuxia fictions, the Shaolin Sect and Emei Sect were two prominent organisations. Shaolin Sect always had upright and moral men, while the Emei Sect only admitted women into their ranks. The martial arts that they used, like Brahmadhvaja Kittichat, are mostly taken from the fictions that I've read. For instance, Golden Bell Shield, Varja Body and the Iron Shirt technique are all Shaolin Sect's martial arts.

Lorian Yang's Yang Sun Spirit is actually a play on Xiao Hu from 'Oriental Heroes' and Xiao Hu's Jiu Yang Shen Gong, which literally translates to Nine Suns Divine Technique. Just like Xiao Hu, Lorian Yang creates nine suns around him, which gives him superhuman strength, regeneration and 'Qi.'

So I tried playing around with the Wuxia techniques that I know and were in awe in and placed them into this novel. Hoped you enjoyed them! Yes, yes. I know I hadn't added in popular martial arts like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Yijingjing, the Palm of Buddha and so on and so forth. But honestly, do you guys really want to read a never-ending tournament where Luminaries from each nation showcased all of their moves? The whole point of the tournament was to create an atmosphere where Shin and Lukman could spar so that Shin could learn how to manipulate water from him! 

Alright, I'm so pumped up to continue writing Book 8! Let me spoil something for you. The ending of Book 8 was something that I've planned long ago. Even before I came up with the name Spirit Immortal or when I conceived of Shin and Ariel! How, you ask? Why don't you read and find out?

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Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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Tom gripped his hands. He almost bit his lips without him noticing. All of his team mates started to walk away from the gym door. Only he and Toby were left inside.
"I have something to do." he said so fast then he ran away. He didn't hear Toby's yell as he get farther.
He ran through until he reached the gate of the school. All of the things he thought just a dream came back. It was then the only time he remembered he felt confused when seeing the year on Only Acerspire University. It was year 2119, exactly eight years since he first entered Crowfire High. While he ran, he didn't notice he easily coped with the place and that his mind conformed with it. He didn't have the chance to think back those things because the excitement he felt earlier immediately clouded his mind.
He had forgotten things down. He thought while he was on his way back to somewhere that until now he didn't—remember. He was Tom Dylan, the little giant back in his days in High School. That is the only thing to serve him very well. And now he remembered things flashing on his mind. It seems he has to keep it guarded, that his memories won't slip away. Why did I forget? What is happening to me? He asked himself again.
Tom suddenly stopped from running. He was in the middle of the walking crowd, right exactly he was almost hit by that bus. And that thing wasn't very clear to him. He felt the place was so significant but there's nothing to tell him why. He wobbled his head, looking at people at diverse directions. It seems everything is spinning in his point of view.
That's the magazine bookstore, right exactly few meters away from him. He took steps until he found himself inside. He gazed down the piled books on the shelves. Two different old books caught his attention. He grabbed the first one and read the title, "Greek Mythology" published the year 1908. The cover was very old brown leather. 
A voice struck his head, "You could also see me in books. I am more known as, Psyche."
Tom immediately grabbed the magazine from the floor and held it tight. His eyes caught the manager, Grandpop Emberbright almost approach him for that. Then he got a grip on the other old book titled, "Myths and Legends of the Ancient Greek". A fading shadow of a yellow-haired boy was behind that young man. Then he traveled his eyes across the entire pile of books in the shelves to look for another.
"Do you mind if I help you?" Tom heard. It was the manager.
Tom gulped. 
"Your coach is my grandson, Tom. So don't be scared if I know much about you. By the way, I am Grandpop Emberbright." the old man offered his hand for a shake.
Despite his trembling, Tom grabbed the old man's hand and shook a few moments.
"My, it seems something bothers you my boy. School work?" the old man asked then darted his eyes on the books in Tom's grip. He continued, "Myths. Assignment?"
What is happening? He asked himself. He knows, Grandpop Emberbright was his original coach back then. Did this man know he had gone back in time? He felt there's no time left for him to think. He thought just needed to know what is going on to him.
"I-I was j-just interested, perhaps you could say, that." He answered stammering. 
"Well, I think I should tell you a horrible secret the myths had been messing with those books, you know."  The old man replied.
"What secret?" Tom asked. He stepped forward and his eyes bulged out.
The old man led Tom to the bench and made him sit.
"They change their history, and they can. Perhaps the books you are holding right now may not hold what had been written before, or a character you may read there may not exist in another world. Maybe, if this time I am talking to you, if it rewrites, maybe I don't exist, or just erased. You see, mythical beings had their powers to rule their kingdom, and they battle for power to rule. Because they are invincible, a weakness was found, the power of the core." The old man said. 
"Do you know Psyche?" Tom asked.
"Ah, the beautiful mortal girl. Her passion is impressive. She earned her place in Mount Olympus, when she proved herself worthy and become a being herself." He added. He continued, "Silly me, those are just stories. You know, I'll give you those books for free." 
"Wow. Thanks." Tom said.
He paid the magazines he bought and immediately left the store.
The old man watched him walk away and smiled. He whispered, "We will meet again, Tom Dylan, very, very soon."
Tom ran through the coffee shop and started reading the books he bought. There's the feeling spreading on his mind that made him so attracted in handing those books. He seemed there's the way he could understand things or at least to bring his memory back.
"Zeus, the king of Mount Olympus and Hera his wife" Tom's eyes read as his eyes scans the brown pages. He realized each section of the books tells about information on a certain Olympian. 
Then he stumbled across a page.
"Aphrodite, the daughter of Zeus envied a mortal girl named Psyche by her beauty that surpassed her. Aphrodite demanded vengeance by sending her son, Eros to make Psyche fall in love with a monster by hitting her with his love arrows. Eros failed, as he struck himself in accident…."
Then the next page was torn. 
"Psyche." The next page read. There is nothing written, just blank page.
Tom heard in his head, "Myths can change history…. Perhaps the books you are holding right now may not hold what had been written before…. a weakness was found, the power of the core."
His research yielded him more questions than answers. He murmured in himself about what is really going on. 
The last page of the book terrified Tom through his nerves. It is old, and rotten, but the words are very clear. 
"CHRONOS can never be gone. It is his game. He is the grandfather clock, the person of time. Beware, lest thou die."
Tom pulled his head upfront as the weird sense of dread filled him for no reason at all. Then a face was in front of him. 
"Did you just call me?" it is a young man, having a dark blue hair wearing an old worn out black long sleeve and a cane. He has his hands on his chin. On the other chair appeared a boy with blonde hair wearing a light blue hoodie. He was about Tom's age. Both of them looked at Tom.
Tom gulped. His dread escalated and he shook. The coffee on the table is spilling. Strangely enough no one notices them in that coffee shop.
"Just, who are you and why are you holding that relic of mine?" the man asked. He tilted his head to Tom. "You will give me that to me right now."
"What? This is mine." Tom pulled and hugged the books away.
The man grabbed Tom's arm. All of a sudden, Tom saw in his mind a place full of violet clouds, and the lines, long lines, threads and sequences of events with people racing on that dimension.
"Alright. Alright. Alright." The man gasped. He panted as the sweat dripped on his forehead. They were back from the coffee shop. The man said while breathing in between his words, "I.. I..k-know... something…that might help you, Tom Dylan."
"How do you know my name?" Tom flustered. His eyes bulge out again.
"Hear me out, alright." The man said. "I am Chronos, a titan. But as you can see we are not in the correct order of things in this world. I hope by now you understand your situation and already spotted what are the odds and out of place."
Tom remembered he needed to remember that his memories had been slipping since he woke up this morning. He became very confused. Things seemed to be altered than it was originally, his coach, Smoke and the existence of the little giant which is him.
"You are on her game, Tom Dylan. That is the game that rewrites histories. By the end of this game, Psyche will achieve the change in the course a certain history. Everyone involve has a role to play for her to achieve that." Chronos said. He added, "And that's why we are dragged here. Do you remember what was written at the finalpage of the book you are reading? I will never be gone. Because that power, that core is mine."
Tom continued listening. Tom gulped as he hears him. He tended to look at boy who seemed to be so much like him in terms of body build and age.
"What is your name?" Tom asked the boy.
"Pteryx." He answered. "Which means wings."
"Far from what people know, all of us, you called your world are just characters in a story or any media that in another world existed in altered forms. For example, in your world, Psyche existed as a character in a myth. But in her world, she was the most beautiful girl Aphrodite envied. And in this world, she is powerful mythical being, acting in the form of Hera, Zeus' wife. And like you, in her world, you are just a simple character that people watch or read, playing volleyball." Chronos explained further.
"As what Psyche said. And now that makes sense." Tom commented.
Chronos said while looking Tom straight on his eyes, "But it takes more than that. The world we naturally exist actually exists as a line streaming in the middle of the void. You could call it, a time line. As the time runs, it gets longer. And the characters in it follow their fates. That is what you saw when I touched you. Only those ones who had seen the void could see that."
Tom remembered the place where he first met Psyche. And it is in fact, the void.
"Then are you saying Psyche has the control over the time lines? And that's why she brought me here." Tom asked.
"Each time line has its own logic. And that logic of a time line cannot be entirely applied to another. But there are similarities in those logic that is why cross-over happens. And characters were dragged to another world smoothly. But cross-overs rarely happen not unless a powerful inborn character arose from certain time line, like Psyche." Chronos said while nodding in front of Tom.
"Yeah. She became the owner of an over-powering core when she won that first Future Oracle game." Tom agreed.
"Precisely. Logic serves as magnetic poles of both worlds/time lines and its characters that causes either attraction or repulsion to everything. If two worlds have no mutual logic in common, they can't be crossed and thus will repel one another." Chronos explained. 
Chronos looked down the floor and then on Pteryx. Pteryx just nodded. He continued speaking. While on pause, Tom still browsed the pages of magazines.
"So you are saying Psyche managed to drag me here to cause that change she wanted in this rewrite of history game? What is she trying to do then?" Tom asked. 
"There's a catch, Tom Dylan. If someone wins, the authority of the core's power is on the winner."
"Then I get that core then." Tom shrieked.
Chronos shook his head slowly, smiling sarcastically as he crossed his arms on his chest. "May I remind you that the player is Crowfire, not you, Tom Dylan. You are just his mere weapon. Remember that. Because the game is in that another world."
Tom stood on his seat and slammed the table. The coffee almost spill but Pteryx quickly grabbed the cups.
"Then how would I get back to my time line? What happens right now isn't what we agreed." Tom spoke out quite loud in front of Chronos and Pteryx.
"Your memories serve you well now. It brings back whenever you rectify the events that should be happening. But if you cause any more alteration to the things around here, and thus might change the future, you will be trapped here and run along with this time line. Your memories will fade, leaving no traces and you will eventually treat this as yours." Chronos said. Now, he crossed his legs. He added, "That is the rule of the void to maintain order across time lines. And that is why Psyche told you that. It is an irrevocable rule beyond her powers."
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Tom took his seat. His hands clenched into fists as his voice trembled.
"Just run along with it. Let history run its path. It will only really matter on your actions so be careful. Though you have caused few mistakes, still it didn't yet cause huge historical alteration in the things that should happen." Chronos further explained. He said further, causing great distress on Tom, "You have to do what you have been told. You have to play even if it takes to be a pack of arrows of Crowfire in that death game play."
Chronos let out a soft laugh that Tom daunted.

A frustrated high-school volleyball champion who lost his streak as he turned to college makes a deal to a being from another world to transport him back in time during his days of greatness. Beyond his knowledge, he was stuck in between the multiverse to turn volleyball into a bloody mess of a death battle.

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