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He arrives in his Maybach and she drives a worn out Ford to work, they work together, smile and shake hands when they greet each other every day of their lives, but their hearts hold the greatest animosity ever known to man. They both have certain similarities. One is to make the most of the lives they have. YOLO! Concept you see. Both have families which they live far from. Both are hard working individuals. Both are self-made, and that's all that matters to them. 

She was one of the staff in the department of philosophy and he was the head of that department. Well, even though he was the head of that department, didn't seem like he was truly philosophical in his thoughts. He was a materialistic being, even though they shared similarities, they were not the same. 

They both wanted to make the most of their lives. Atticus King, wanted to live the today and enjoy all that he and his investments in the stock market earned. Aileen Olivia wanted to make the most of her life to enjoy the benefits of the hereafter. One lived a culture of money, party and ladies while the other lived a life of sacrifice, prayers and chastity. He quit living with his parents since they were always bickering him to change his ways, she was forced by fate to move out of her house to make her mark. He and she work hard in their line of business, there is no denying that fact, yet he seemed to find his kind of fun with the students at his workplace, while she tried to bring the same students from hormone driven thoughts to the sane world. They both are self-made, one made himself to prove to his parents that he was better without them, the other made herself to make the people who gave her a life proud of themselves. 

Such are the differences of life!!! 
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"Good morning, Aileen", Atticus leaned over the desk in the classroom, and stared at her back,"aren't you a tad bit early for work today." He said jumping over the desk. 

She stopped writing on the board and turned to see him, sitting on the desk. Puffing his chest out with the front three buttons open and rolled sleeves. Wearing a perfect white shirt which highlighted his five O clock shadow, and grey trousers, complimented by the Omega watch and mud brown brogues. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes on the way he carried himself like a student instead of a teacher and said, " Morning to you too Mr King. Just preparing the things before the class arrives. You know how students are these days, as soon as I turn my back, they start their stuff." She sighed. 

He chuckled, "You take things and the syllabus way too seriously." He checked her out when she was arranging her books on the desk beside him. Lemon yellow shirt and white floor length skirt with brown belt, chocolate brown hair tied in a neat ponytail, spotless face, rectangular glasses covering her eyes. He sighed internally, she could get to him just with that simplicity, but will never accept his offer. Why can't she be like the other women? Why cover every inch of that beautiful self she has? She can be as frustrating as beautiful, but no doubt the man who has her, is in for a super awesome blessing. 

"The kids do not realise, it's their parent's hard earned money they are spending on this college. I'm not surprised that you can't relate to this, being from a well to do family, but I can." She could feel his intense gaze on her, "and if you please will, get down from the desk. The class will start in the next 30 minutes from now and I need to prepare." 

He hopped off the bench and asked, "so your topic for today is The Tripartite Theory of the Soul? How boring!" 

"The matter begins to be difficult when you ask whether we do all these things with the same thing or whether there are three things and we do one thing with one and one with another-learn with one part of ourselves, feel anger with another, and with yet a third desire the pleasures of nutrition and generation and their kind, or whether it is with the entire soul that we function in each case when we set in motion." 

"Make it interesting, ask the students to elaborate the understanding of this principle. Try being a bit jovial, philosophy can bug all of us at some point of time, and I won't let you disagree to that" He said pointing a finger at her. 

She leaned on her hands over the desk and smiled, "sometimes, yes. As in like how does this matter to us in real lives, unless we all were emotional fools and had no intellect at all." 

"See, you are no exception to that. Anyway, I have some work too, few reports to prepare and I knew you will be early so I came to meet you." 

She folded her hands over her chest and looked at him, if it was what he seeks with other women, she was ready to give him a piece of her mind. 

"No, No Aileen. I came here to apologise for yesterday..." 

"Okay, you do not have explain... Simone already apologised, I don't think either of you owe me an apology. What you were doing is your personal business, so let's end the topic here. If you have anything else to advise me, please continue or we are done." 

It hurt him, she just straightforward said she did not want his apology. Any female would take his apology and try to enter his life, but here this woman is throwing everything back on his face as nothing matters. Well, yesterday when she walked in this same room after college hours to collect her books she had forgotten, she had walked in on him taking Simone on a ride, and she averted her gaze as if seeing the most disgusting thing ever and had muttered, 'at least have some shame to keep your personal business outside the college premises.' He thought she was hurt and secretly admired him, but now she was looking at him as though gazing his dark soul and saying, I'm least bothered about your existence. She certainly would've thrown him out if he weren't her boss. They worked at the Edmund College of Arts in South Carolina, in a small town called Williamsburg. 

"So we're done here" he said and left. 
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When your mind is stuck with one and heart is stuck with another what would you do ? 

Living her life as a philosopher her mind asks her to follow the high morals of life set by the society.

Fate, it's a wonderful thing and brings two tainted souls who want salvation and she has to choose one amongst them. 

She can choose one who is legally allowed for her to have, and is her boss. Contrariwise, she can choose the other one, , who belongs to someone else, and its against the laws of virtue, for her to have him....

What should she do?

The name of the young girl was Lu Yi Yun.  She was the ultimate female otaku, and a severe ACG otaku; once an otaku, there were no regrets for life—she was the type to rather face haggard than to miss a loved one. She dropped out right after a few days of college because of her extreme inability to adapt. After that, she had always just stayed home in her rented house. 
Lu Yi Yun had a talent for painting. She had learned to sketch and oil paint when she was young. She has walked onto the path of no return of manga and illustration because she was led astray by her passion for manga. Now, she was able to live off of a few orders for her illustrations, and had also published some manga online, but the popularity wasn’t too high. 
She was very well aware of the reason; her drawings were not of any issue, but the plot was defective. If the plot was good but the illustrations were bad, it could be tolerated, such as, "One Punch Man" and "Attack on Titan". But if it were the opposite, then it would not work. Having said that, the skill for fabricating plots could not so easily be improved—only slowly. Recently, she has been reading some popular novels, and wanted to use that to improve herself. But maybe it was because she had read too much manga that she got headaches whenever she read texts. Lu Yi Yun was also a regular customer of the live broadcast room, "Eating, Drinking, and Playing in Binghai", but she couldn’t be counted as a fan because she had never tipped any money or spammed, thus she did not dare call herself a fan. 
She watched Snowy’s live broadcasts not because Snowy was cute—she had long since lost all hope for the real world—she watched because Snowy would mention a lot of places to go around in Binghai on her broadcasts. It was as if she could travel Binghai without having to step a foot outside, and they were the essence of Binghai City. This was a very important life experience for Lu Yi Yun who always stayed at home. 
She followed Snowy’s live broadcasts to all sorts of unique stores, no matter if the main topic of the store was good eats, tabletop games, exquisite flowers or ancient books—she watched them all with relish. She also recorded them every single time—they could all possibly hold valuable material for her future manga. She had imagined herself walking into the stores together with Snowy, personally trying the foods, hearing the musical performers, deeply breathing in the fragrance of flowers, sitting on an old chair holding the traditional books, and having spent the whole afternoon under the warm sun.  But, that was just her imagination; she didn’t have money, and did not have time, and even more so felt frightened about leaving the house, until last week when Snowy actually chose a pet shop to do a live broadcast. 
Lu Yi Yun also raised a pet cat—the former tenants left it behind. She was uncertain what kind of breed it was—probably a mix. If it were an expensive purebred cat, the people certainly would’ve taken it away. The back of this cat and the back of its head were yellow. Its chest and face were white, its four limbs were a mix between yellow and white, and its fur was pretty long. The former tenants had called it "Jasmine". 
At that time, Lu Yi Yun was on bad terms with her family because she had just dropped out of college. Her parents had threatened to cut off ties and expenses. She almost had no money after renting the apartment, and she was worried that if she couldn’t even keep herself alive, how could she raise a cat? Thus, she had asked the former tenants to take Jasmine away, but the former tenants refused, and had plainly said, "If you don’t want to raise it, then help us throw it out." After they had finished speaking, they carried their belongings and left, with their backs looking sharp. If you don’t want to raise it, then help me throw it out, if you don’t want to raise it, then help me throw it out. Why did it feel like as if it was like old newspaper books? A life can just be thrown away?
Maybe it was because of the same type of hurt, but she had always felt that her lonely self was very similar to this lonely cat. After she had came back to her senses, she was already holding it in her arms, crying. Jasmine did not resist its new owner, and nestled softly and warmly in her arms; maybe it had already accepted its fate of having been abandoned. Lu Yi Yun wiped her tears after some time had passed. Even if it was for the cat, she still had to find to a way to fill their stomachs. From that time on, she worked hard to exert herself, and sent her illustrations to different web submissions. She desperately entered a variety of QQ group chats to receive orders and place advertisements. Since she was a newbie, the orders that she had received were not much and were unstable, and the expenses were low. But demand was high; she was often woken up by phone calls in the middle of the night and had to get out from bed to edit. The counterparties weren’t satisfied with one edit, and wanted second and third edits…
She had also lost control before, and raged tantrums in the empty rented apartment. Other than her mobile phone or computer graphic boards that she did not dare to throw, she hurled everything else that she saw. But even during those times, Jasmine still did not hide, but squatted quietly by her side as if it had committed a wrong itself, and did not move even when called. In the end, they cried together as one cat and one person, then continued to edit after having cried enough. Once she started editing, she would not stop until dawn.
Because she experienced these initial hardships, she did not violate customers, and since her illustration skills were pretty good and she handed in orders on time, the amount of orders slowly increased. The price for single pictures also increased a little, and her life had finally improved. But she and the cat had also lost a lot of weight. 
When she saw Snowy’s live broadcast about the pet shop, the owner had introduced to the camera that the shop offered services to give baths to cats. She had only remembered then that she had never given Jasmine a bath since she took Jasmine in. She had always clung together with Jasmine in the cramped, rented apartment. They had just experienced the mugginess of midsummer, and Jasmine’s fur had gotten longer. It would be self-deception to say that Jasmine’s body did not have an odd smell. She felt guilty and blamed herself, "Why didn’t I ever think of giving Jasmine a bath when I took a shower myself?" In the live broadcast, she had seen that Snowy bought a cat in the shop as well, and the price was staggeringly expensive, but Snowy did not even twitch an eyebrow. It really seems that it was lucrative being an anchorperson. 
In the light of trusting the shop that Snowy had chosen, she decided to bring the cat to Amazing Fate Pet Shop to give it a bath. She searched the map online, and was surprised to find out that the old fashioned small district she was in was actually very close to Amazing Fate Pet Shop. The backdoor of the small district was on the same street as Amazing Fate Pet Shop. It was also only a ten minute walk, which further dispelled her fear of going a long distance. There were small supermarkets in the small district, and she knew how to cook for herself. Other things could be taken care of with express delivery and online stores. She had not left the small district for a few months, and had always stayed in her room drawing desperately.  
Thus, she had lost a lot of weight. She did not need to buy new clothes since she did not go out often, and when she wore the clothes from the past, they appeared too large. She had taken care of her haircuts in front of the bathroom mirror, so her hairstyle was too horrible to even look at. Her cheeks appeared pale and unhealthy because she had not seen the sunlight in a long while. Her myopia had also worsened due to repeated weary and cumbersome work. The most basic moisturizing cream was the only cosmetic she owned. She felt herself that she looked like a hillbilly in the mirror. But it was fine; she wasn’t looking for outside encounters anyways, so her image did not matter. 
Along the way, she kept feeling as if passersby on the street were looking at her; countless eyes intertwined into a net and bound her tightly. She hugged Jasmine closer, restrained the urge to turn around and flee, and briskly walked to the location on the electronic map with her head lowered. 


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

"What are you reading?" Hermione asked as she sat beside me with her plate.

She had stopped eating in the Great hall some time ago as well and now ate her meals with him in the study room.

"An apology letter." He said and burned the letter before scattering it's ash to the wind.

"From who?" she asked curiously.

"From Amelia Bones." He replied nonchalantly "For her fuck up with Sirius Black."

Any other time Hermione might have chided him for his language but now she just looked sad.

"Oh I'm so sorry Harry."

"Don't be." He shook his head "It's not like I ever knew him. And now he's probably in a better place than the hellhole they call Azkaban."

Hermione looked unconvinced but didn't continue on this topic.

"Did you know that Ron and Draco are in the infirmary right now?" she suddenly asked.

"No. Their lives are not important enough for me to keep tabs on them."

"Harry" Hermione said exasperatedly, probably at the lack of care he showed toward people he didn't personally knew about. "Anyway, this is important so listen."

He shrugged and she took it as an affirmation and continued.

"Last night, Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were sent to Hagrid for detention."

"Let me guess the rest. Hagrid took the both of them to the forbidden forest and they suffered an accident there."

"That's surprisingly accurate… How do you know all of this?"

"Because last night I went to the Forbidden Forest and found a dark wizard feasting on a unicorn's blood. I stunned that person and before he could recover, I stole the unicorn's body and left." He replied nonchalantly "Now let me guess what happens next. The ginger and the ponce probably met this dark wizard and got cursed or something."

"…yeah. I don't exactly know all the details but apparently that how it happened."

"Are they going to die?" he asked, trying not to let his amusement show in his voice.

"No. Why would you think so?"

"Because that's what usually happens when you get cursed by dark wizards." He said, trying not to let his annoyance show.

The magical world was already overcrowded with stupid people. Two more stupid children didn't make it a better place.

"Why were two young children sent to the forbidden forest during night time anyway?" he asked, trying to understand the level of stupidity possessed by the staff members of Hogwarts.

"I… Wait? What were you doing with going to the forbidden forest and fighting a dark wizard. What would you have done if he had cursed you instead."

"Simple." He said with an innocent smile, which no doubt looked absolutely out of place in his face "I would asked you to kiss the pain away."

Hermione flustered at that "Harry. I'm trying to be serious here."

"So am I." He said with a smirk and she hit him in the shoulder lovingly for his trouble while shaking her head.

After they settled down once again Harry remembered something and turned to her.

"Hey Hermione. How would you like to join me on an adventure tonight?"

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"Harry. I don't think I like this adventure very much." She said from under the Invisibility as they broke into the library of one of Britain's best medical college.

"Oh come on Hermione. Don't tell me you're not excited about all these books just lying there, waiting for us to take them." He said in an innocent voice and she just knew that he was looking at her with that damnable smirk of his right now.

"Wait here." He said before she could enter the room and took out his wand from pocket and… did something with it. Since his magic was mostly focused on intent and will, there was not much need for an incantation of wand waving.

But for him to take out his wand must mean that had just performed some delicate magic.

"Now we can enter." He said and she removed the Invisibility cloak and followed after him.

"Harry. What do you do just now?" she asked curiously as he went about reading the subject names written on the shelves, in the darkness. She had no idea how he was able to read anything in such darkness. He was most likely using some kind of transfiguration to change his eye to look better in the darkness.

"Oh that. That was just me putting any electronic device in this room to… sleep, I guess would be correct term. We don't want any CCTV cameras to capture our presence here would we."

"And how did you do that?" she asked.

"I just put my intention behind the idea, pushed my will behind that intention and my magic did the rest. Just like always."

"But Harry, do you even know how your magic accomplished it. I mean, those devices can be put to sleep in thousand different methods. Your magic can probably change the CCTV cameras into ducks and that would still accomplish your task of making those devices useless. Or it might do some complex space time magic to stop it from recording your presence here. So do you know what your magic did?" she asked and he stopped what he was doing in order to stare at her.

"That… is a very good question Hermione. We'll do a few tests regarding this once we get back to Hogwarts. But for now, help me find the anatomical section. You know, the one that gives me the basic overview and knowledge of the organs, muscles and all the things that comprise of a human body without going into too much detail."

"But Harry… I can't see anything in this darkness. And using Lumos might alert the guards petrolling the campus outside of our presence."

He stopped his search once again in order to look at her and this time, he didn't say anything for a long moment. But just as his silence was beginning to unnerve her, he spoke.

"Hermione. Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Of course I do. What kind of silly question is that?"

"No. Let me change the question. Hermione, do you trust me enough to change a part of your body?"

Hermione gulped at that question as she suddenly realized what he meant.

He wanted to perform Human Transfiguration on her. To give her the eyesight so that she would be able to see in the dark just like him.

If this was any other person then she would have thought about all dangers that this kind of magic might pose to her.

But as it was Harry who had asked her this, she just give him confident smile and said "Of course silly. I trust you."

He must have liked her answer cause he gave her one of his rare genuine smile before giving her a nod and pointing his wand at her.

There was no wand waving, no incantation and definitely no sparks.

One moment, she couldn't see his face properly in the dark and the next moment she could.

She liked the simplicity with which he used magic.

Because that's how exactly it was supposed to be used.

She noticed that his pupil had enlarged to take over his whole eye and not even a slight bit of white of his eyes was visible.

In essence, his whole eye looked like a giant black hole which gave him an alien look and she wondered if her eyes looked the same as his right now.

They most likely did.

She ignored the unnerving feeling that thought gave her and they continued with their search in the huge library.

It didn't took them long to find the required section at which point Harry started to copy the books he needed while she made a list of everything he was copying and keeping those books back into their proper place.

It wouldn't do if people knew that someone had moved those books at night even if Harry was technically not really stealing anything from here.

But the process of duplicating a whole book was not short by any means and since she was not advanced enough to help him, Harry had to do most of the duplicating part himself.

Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.


Transmigration into Harry Potter world as Harry, hell yeah. There’s so much to explore in magic that other’s never did.

Dumbledrore?
Fuck him.

Canon Plot?
Fuck that too.

Voldemort?
Hmm… how to best make use of that dumb cunt who turned me into his living horcrux.

Ah… and there are a few girls in here that I always fancied so tagging them along is just a natural thing to do. Not too many. Just two or three would be best.

Now that I’m here, I’ll carve my own path for the future and if I fuck up everyone else’s life in the process. Who cares?



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2195 AD...

Decades past since the Religious War and after that, technology grew into an astonishing rate. Religion disappeared and came the era of Science. By 2110, humanity has spread outside the solar system and Earth became the planet to become the biggest economic gold mine. 

Jobs like Engineering, Information Technology, Architectural spiked as the need of work force came into an agressive need. Flying Cars, Nano-drones, Deep-sleep Virtual Reality and all the things that was once imagined as science fiction came to life as Quantum Mechanics was studied and mastered at the very peak.

Phones with a storage of atleast 1 Tera-bytes became the norm and Internet Connection became so fast that the term "Lag" became a myth. This is the era of Science!

... A hand covered the text as Alpheus closed the book with the cover saying — A New Millenia. He gave out a sigh as Alpheus looked out of his window, "The only thing that stayed after the Religious War was the books." He said.

He puts the book on the table as he stood up and went closer to the window, "Where did it go wrong?" He muttered as the shining lights of the building covered the natural darkness of the night.

He puts his legs upward as he climbed through the window. As he closed his eyes, he opened his arms as tears came out of his eyes and... he fell. The gushing wind covered his ears as life came flashing back.

At a very young age, Alpheus was very fond of technology, at the age of 8. He became very interested as he saw the heroes of revolutionary technologies in statues: Elon Musk, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates and more. The desire to be like them, Alpheus' heart was blazing with the intent to be like them.

but...

He was talentless in the arts of Engineering and Electronics. On highschool, his friends was already making simplified version of phones by their own, the future of Humanity was standing in front of Alpheus yet... what is he?

In college, his friends was already so advanced that they all were making their own car, smartphones, drones and the such. As the norm of this era, it was normal to be making it at that kind of age as knowledge and experience was handed down in Middle School.

Yet Alpheus has not made but a single phone in his whole life and the people ridiculed him for it. For his inability to handle electronic was a shame to the Technological World he lived in. He was ashamed but his desire to be the ones he saw as an inspiration, his burning desire became stronger.

At the age of 30, he studied everything; from Advanced Aerodynamics to Calculus V and at the age of 40, he began his own business. He opened TaserTech, his very own company who makes generalized technology; from Expensive Phones to Super Cars and at the age of 50, he became a multi-millionaire.

But luck did not last long. In his mansion, he fell down on his knees as he began to breath with difficulty. 

When they went to the hospital, a sentence from the doctor broke Alpheus' entire career, "You have Liver Multicroma." Alpheus eyes deepened as the rarest form of cancer has hit him. Multicroma is a form of cancer that evolved through the years, it is more resilient and more deadlier than the normal cancer. Cancer is treatable but Multicroma isn't.

"There is a way to fix this but... it is really expensive." The doctor said.

Alpheus stood by his mansion as he looked down the raining clouds as he looked at his receipt. The bills needed to fix him, it was worth more than his company has ever made. He crumpled the paper as he bit his lips, "I will not die." He said as the burning desire still fiery as ever before.

For the past 2 years, the procedure has costed him every money he has but he didn't realize the consequence he had done. 2 years passed, Multicroma wasn't fixed but it was slowed down to the point that it can be hypothetically called cured and he was finally a free man again but it costed him more than the company and went bankcrupt when he returned to his company. It was gone.

All his hard work, his dignity. The company was all he had, all he ever lived for...

And now it's gone.

"I should've just died a long time ago..." He muttered in silence as the gust of wind in his ears turned that into a bone-breaking splatter. It was an instant death as he went head-first.

...

..

.

I remember... High school? 10th Grade. Born in a poor family. Without a dad. Mom. She is sweating blood. For me. For my future. I have to work in secret. Mom.

My girlfriend. The goddess of Shrill Academy. She is a. She is a...

BITCH! BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH!

HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME WITH THAT KEISLER! WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME—...
...
Why?

Such a miserable life. Why was I born in the wrong year... and the wrong time. Why?

2195 AD — decades after the end of the religious war, technology advanced like never before. Lucy, the hero of the story, dies after he jumps out of his window and when he woke up... He was in the year 2013 AD.

What will Lucy do? With his technological knowledge above all things, he may change the whole Techonological Industry.

'Holy shit! What the fuck! WHAT?!-HOW-WHY-WHEN- How in the name of all that is sacred is this possible!!!???'

Now, you may be wondering "what is this dude so pissed about?" Well in the last chapter he found that he is somehow against all reason been reincarnated as a fetus.

'HOW THE THE HELL AM I A FETUS?!?!?!' Yes, don't repeat what I just said

Now, all this panicking had of course not gone unnoticed, Let's see what the parents are doing now shall we?

-Outside-

Back in the same old modest home we see the woman is excitedly calling out to her man as she felt her "captive"s panic attack

"MIKEY!! Come, quickly! our baby just kicked!"

there was a crashing noise in the kitchen followed by the clattering of metal proceeded by rapid footsteps as the man named Michael had just made a beeline for the woman calling out to him

"WHAT?! Really? Ray, is it true?!" he hurriedly asked as he slid on the flooring and nearly fell over their living room table

"Yes. I felt it. our baby just kicked and he's kicking quite a lot actually."

the man settles his hand on the woman's stomach, feeling for his unborn child

"You're right." he told her as caressed her stomach "I can feel it too. WOW! Those are some strong kicks, and real vigorous too."

"Yea." she sighed s she too felt it all, before squealing out "Oh I hope this means our child will be strong and healthy."

"With you as the mother, no doubt he will be." he told her before jokingly saying "I just hope he doesn't also inherit your behavior."

"Hey! what do you mean by that" she felt affronted

"Oh it's nothing dear" he assured her "just that our baby does not end up like you."

"HEY!"

all in all, the perfect picture of a happy and healthy couple

-Inside-

oh, it seems the unborn boy has finally calmed down

'Okay, let's leave the question of "how?" alone for now. Have to focus on "where?" first.' he thought, coming to a resolution

'Why don't I look at my "carriers" mind, maybe she knows something.'

well this should be interesting

so with a light application of [telepathy] he read her thoughts

'oohh I'm so excited, my baby is gonna be so big and strong I just know it. And undoubtedly handsome too. they're gonna be such heart breakers when they grow up.'

'Oooookay, seems she knows nothing.' he thought in disappointment, before continuing 'maybe I'll search deeper, at least figure out where I am.'

Oooooh I can already tell this will lead him to discover something crazy

and so in he delved deeper into his mothers psyche in search of answers and what he found can only be described as being magical

he saw vast lands of mysterious properties with unfamiliar plants and vegetation

dark forest filled with demonic beast of horror

towering trees supporting structures housing mysterious people with perfect features and long, pointed ears

mountains and caves billowing smoke and ash with short and stout men working with the rock and ores. their stature belying a hidden strength within

towering men and women standing to ludicrous heights and wielding tools the size of small trees

tribes of people with animal traits and features acting in a wild and feral way

humanoid creatures more Halloween in appearance than horrifying

all this and much more all strange and new to him yet he does not feel fear nor trepidation but rather excitement tinged with incredulity

'...Well, I can't believe it.' he was both amazed and dismayed 'This is a new world no doubt, it's basically the beginning of a fantasy reincarnation novel aimed at those who either has nothing better to do with their time or has nothing better to do with their life. Still, this begs the question. how did I end up here?'

how indeed, surely a question that will haunt him in the back of his mind for the years to come

'Welp, knowing how those stories go, it probably doesn't matter nor will it ever come up in this new life' he thought, completely disregarding the mystery and proceeding to throw it out his mind, through a window to be trampled by a herd of stampeding zebras.

really? that's it? and where did those zebras come from anyway? 

'Now, this is exciting. A whole new world with new places to conquer, new subjects to master and even monsters to tame. oooh this will be so much fun!'

now you may be wondering "what is this dude blabbering about?" with all this talk of mastery and conquest

well let me fill you in on his backstory

his name is Adrien and he was born in his home world called Terra, he was an orphan presumably born on 1999 and lived in junkyard found on the outskirts of Berlin, capital of the country of Germania. there he spent his days tinkering with all sorts of mechanical and electronic contraptions and taught himself to read, write and speak using toys with electronic speakers and picture books, he was found at the age of eight by an eccentric billionaire who built his fortune on the power of machines and found the boy putting together a shabby looking but very impressive robot with an astounding sense of equilibrium, an eerily realistic synthetic voice and the an incredibly advanced learning algorithm.

this impressed him so much that he took the boy home with promises of pizza with chicken, onions and black olives and also gave the boy his name is "Adrien" for his dark hair and eyes and his greed that was immediately apparent with the he eyed the mans car. the man introduced himself as Albin, a self-made billionaire who made his fortune on high-performance cars and high-powered WMD's.

the man took the boy to a facility to figure out how li'l Adrien had unreasonably high intellect for a junkyard orphan and the answer shook him to his core

for the boy was no mere genius and nor a measly prodigy, but a miracle of nature.

the boy not only had an insanely high IQ, marking him as a genius but also a "Savant" of all three natures being a music prodigy, an art prodigy, and a mathematics prodigy. he also had "Hyperthemesia" or perfect memory, not photographic which is most prevalent in children and chipmunks but perfect, which will last hi  to his dying day, he was also a natural "Ambidextrous" one who can use both hands on all things. He also had incredible senses, having perfect vision and hearing as well as "Tetrachromacy" and "+5 octave" range on his hearing. and he also had an incredibly sensitive tongue due to the "TAS2R38 mutation" which makes his taste buds so much more powerful. he also had "Synesthesia" but I'll come back to that later.

then they checked him for psychic powers and they were yet again amazed at what they found. for he was an Esper of unimaginable potential.

Espers in their world are those who have Extra Sensory Powers/Perception, hence the title "ESPer" and these abilities all come from an extra dimensional plane called "MIND" located at the head of a person. all people have this but only 1 in 100 ever activate it. the MIND's of espers have the psychic "circuits" formed from the the gather of psychic "points" that leave lines forming their circuits and where they gather they form a psychic "Core".

the quality talent and potential of an Esper can be determined by scanning the size, shape, amount, and formation of the Core and Circuits.

they found within Adrien the highest number of Points in all recorded history, a total amount of 1000 points exact in his MIND and that they were also abnormally large, surpassing even those that had had formed their cores and used their abilities for at least 10 years. and it was also already mostly formed and that they would gather into a Core by the time he was 12, another record.

and when they scanned the half-formed circuits they find that he had the potential for all psychic arts, from divination to telekinesis.

and so he was returned to his junkyard but not empty handed, Albin had bought the yard and gave it to him as well as had a nice cozy house built there with all sorts of quality hardware and equipment. Albin would visit often to check on his progress and his condition and occasionally take him to the city. they formed a bond and Albin eventually enrolled Adrien to a renowned High-school to not only further his education but also have him learn social interaction. he would of course pass with flying colors and be the best of his entire batch. then came college and he would attain PhD's on engineering, mathematics, physics, and programming. all within 4 years.

when it came to his psychic powers he indeed did manifest them at 12 and he did have the capacity for all forms of psychic teachings and uses and thus had the entire array of abilities an esper could have. This is where the "Synesthesia" came in. Synesthesia is a disorder that messes with the senses and adds extra attributes to the like seeing notes of music, tasting colors or hearing saltiness

his Synesthesia allowed him to see, hear, taste, smell, and feel psychic energies, his own and of others, this allowed unparalleled control over hi abilities and to completely overpower others as he could sense their own energies and unravel it easily with his own then proceed to decimate them.

and so he would pass college and Albin then invites Adrien to his company. turns out while he was away Albin had taken the junkyard and had built an entire facility there all for Adrien's personal use.
where he could do what he wanted and build whatever using company resources. of course he had to share these things with Albin but all was basically good.

then he became bored, well maybe not bored of his science but more like "tired" all he ever did was science and he wanted to do more, to see more, to see the world and experience all it had to offer. so he went on journey taking him across the world mastering all subjects from culinary to martial arts only stopping for Albin when he was nearing the end of his life, Adrien and Albin spent his last year on Terra together, recalling all the fun they had, all the places they went and all that they built. ALbin the passed on and left all he had to Adrien. Adrien spent a year after that in Berlin mourn his Father in all but blood and solidified the company's power base and then went on to continue his adventure across the globe. he had just finished it by the time he was 98 years old and had come back to his home in Berlin to rest before taking the company reins once more but instead found himself in the new world .

we now come back to his thoughts to see what he came up with now. 'Alright so, it seems I'm in an alternate world of some sort coincidentally also named Terra and A'm restarting as my entire life here. It's a bit of a bummer that I just left the company but it was a good 56 years of business and the company can handle itself without me, I made sure of it.'

'And hey, in this new life it seems I have a proper family that won't just throw me in a junkyard. Wonder what it would be like to have them.' he thought, before asking to himself 'Who are these people I wonder?'

A man named Adrien suddenly finds himself reborn in a new world, a world entirely different from his own.

In this new world ruled by magic and inhabited by fantastic creatures, Adrien finds himself neither scared nor wary of the new realm, but rather excited at the prospect of exploring this fantastical realm and learning the mystic arts.

Just what kind of adventures await him in this new world of knights and magics.

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Gideon

"Gideon, we need to talk. It's urgent. Call me as soon as you get this message…" I pull the phone away from my ear and hit delete as I walk through the hotel doors and blend into the crowd. I am excellent at blending into high profile places. No one ever suspects a man in a suit. Several women give me the once-over, but no one bothers me.
It's usually women who notice me the most. I am not vain, but I know what I look like. A former lover once told me that I look like a fallen angel. She said it's the contrast between my golden hair and my nearly onyx colored eyes that are so alluring. Several other women mentioned my odd eyes on occasion. I'm above average in size at six foot four and have a trim body that I exercise daily. In my profession, being in shape can mean the difference between life and death. Due to my profession, I have several scars that adorn my body, a product of my rough upbringing. My mother was a prostitute, and my father was a drug dealer. I was ten when my parents were killed in a shootout. I don't remember much, but according to my file, they were shot during a drug deal gone wrong.
I was twelve years old when Cameron Mathews took me in. I had just run away from my last home. The father was abusive, and the mother was an alcoholic. Not seeing a good ending, I slipped out one night and ran as far as I could. I'd sleep during the day because it was safer. Most of the time, I slept in cardboard boxes or parks, always keeping a wary eye out for any predators who might want to hurt a helpless young boy. The night I met Cameron was an especially bad one. I had not eaten for days and was feeling weak and hopeless, which made me careless. Cameron had just stepped out of the street when I jumped him. I was tall for my age, and I was desperate. Thankfully, instead of turning me into the police or kicking my ass, Cameron took me home and fed me. Don't get me wrong, I was extremely wary of him, but I was also desperately hungry. I remember asking him if he was a child molester. He laughed at that one. We established a tenuous relationship after that night. Eventually, we both offered me a job as a courier for him. Back then, I was not aware that he was a Confradia Assassin. Cameron was twenty-four when he took me into his home. He was one of the top Confradia's assassins before he was paralyzed. He's in his forties now, yet still looks like he's in his early thirties. And considering his condition, he's still surprisingly fit.
It wasn't until I was fifteen that I was introduced to the Confradia life. Unbeknown to me, Cameron had been training me to be an Assassin. I assumed that the training was to teach me how to defend myself.
For years, he taught me how to fight and how to shoot a variety of guns. At first, I was shocked by what he did for a living. After my initial shock had worn off, Cameron offered me a place with the Confradia. The day he explained the Confradia's purpose was the day I realized that I wanted to save the world.
Confradia stands for Guild. The Confradia is a secret society of trained assassins who are sent to "deal with" only the incredibly evil. We are sanctioned by a very secret branch of the military. Only people high up in the government ranks know about us, and they know better than to say anything. The Confradia is only called when an incredibly powerful person considers themselves untouchable by societal standards. For example, state senators who child traffic or billionaire moguls who kill women.
My mind snaps back to attention as I walk past the concierge's desk to the elevators. An attractive brunette in the elevator quirks a brow and gives me a flirtatious smile. Tonight, I'm wearing a charcoal Armani suit, a white button-down shirt, and black wingtips. Some people are so blinded by my rich attire that they don't notice a killer in their midst. Right now, I have my nine-millimeter gun, and a blade was hidden in a holster beneath my suit. My mind wanders back to Cameron's phone call from earlier. He has never called me in the middle of a job. Cameron knows better than to distract me. Which brings into question… why he is so desperate to talk to me now?
I walk through the elevators several floors below my mark's room. I have been observing his movements for several days now. His name is Donald Henderson. Mr. Henderson is the heir of Henderson Pharmaceuticals. The Confradia was contacted after they found out that he was testing viruses on children in several parts of South America and Africa. Several lawyers dug up evidence implicating the man's company, but the truth was buried along with any witnesses. It's funny how money can cover the most heinous of crimes.
I step into one of the empty rooms using a dummy keycard. Hotels think they are so technologically advanced because they don't use actual keys. They don't seem to realize that when they use computers to control their business, they are actually making themselves more vulnerable. All I had to do was get a card machine, the hotel's room codes and voila, a room card. I also have access to their registries and video cameras. It has been very useful in helping me observe my target. I snuck into his room earlier and installed several microphones and cameras.
Resting my computer on a nearby desk, I open my laptop and turn on the cameras. The monitors display Henderson and his security guards drinking and talking. Over the past couple of days, I've been working on an angle to get him alone, and I believe I've found it thanks to his itinerary. I look over the itinerary thoroughly and come up with a plan. According to the schedule, Henderson's planning to go to a strip club, which makes things so much easier for me. It's very easy to get lost in the crowd when you're three sheets to the wind. My mark will never know what hit him, and everyone will assume the poor bastard suffered an "accident."
I wait patiently for the evening to arrive and prepare for any contingencies. Once the late-night has approached, I make my way into one of New York's most exclusive gentleman's club and walk carefully towards the bar. There are women dancing and serving drinks in various stages of undress.
However, my eyes are set on one individual. Henderson is sitting at the VIP section drinking and partying, heedless of the predator in his midst. The club is dimly lit, obscuring what I'm sure are nefarious activities. It's not unusual to score drugs or anything else you might desire. The club's walls are covered with red velvet drapes, and large chandeliers hovering over each table. The floors are dark, and the tables are littered with bottles and plates. Several women approach me for a dance, but I politely decline and hand them a tip. At this point, Henderson is drinking rather heavily. I can tell from his sluggish movements and a sloppy smile that he's deep in his cups. To his misfortune, his guards are also getting into the partying mode. Like their boss, they're stumbling about clumsily and enjoying all the nearly naked women who are dancing around them. Things are definitely going to be easier than I thought. It shouldn't be that hard to get past them and terminate their leader. That's what happens when you hire amateur security guards.

The music is blaring through the room, making the walls vibrate with the echoing bass. The night is nearly over, and my mark and his men are wasted. I observe as one of his men walks out of the club's backdoors and disappears into the night. If he sticks to his routine, Henderson will have one of his men pull his car up to the alley and await his presence. Rising from my seat, I prepare my silencer, follow him out and wait in the shadows for his man to bring the car around.

As soon as the driver he gets to the alley, he makes a call to Mr. Henderson's other man and informs him that he's waiting by the door. That's when I strike. Hiding the silencer behind my back, I pretend to stumble near the driver's door and pretend to fall. The man opens the window and mutters in annoyance, "Get the fuck away from the car assh─"
The man doesn't finish his sentence before I drag him out of the car and shoot him in the head. His lifeless body falls to the floor without a sound. Taking him by the arm, I toss his body into a nearby trash bin and cover his body with several full garbage bags that are littering the soiled ground. I resist the urge to retch at the smell of curdled milk and hot refuse surrounding the dingy alleyway.
Once I've disposed of the body and covered it, I take his place in the driver's seat of the car. I watch through the rear-view mirror as my target and his men drunkenly stagger out of the club's exit. They stumble around for a few seconds until eventually making it to the back seat of the car. The men laugh and rejoice as they slide into the vehicle and take their places. Before they can notice, I lock the doors and enable the child-proof locks. The men are still unaware of the trap they've been caught in. Without another thought, I turn to the men, withdraw my gun, and shoot each man in the head. They were so intoxicated that they didn't even have time to react.
Once I'm sure that each man is dead, I step out of the car and walk out of the alley, leaving their bodies where they fell. The crisp New York breeze blows through my suit jacket, and the sounds of car horns, screeching tires, and bumper to bumper traffic reach my ears.
I quirk a brow in amusement when a girl runs out of a building nearby, followed by several more girls, and nearly runs me over. The girls are so entrenched in their musing laughing and talking excitedly that they pay little attention to my presence. I look towards the building and read the sigh, St. Bart's College for girls.  The women are all wearing school-girl uniforms, which is odd considering that it's a college. I didn't know women's private colleges still existed. Call me a chauvinist, but it's strange to see college-aged women wearing schoolgirl uniforms. Perhaps they're studying to be nuns.  
I wince in embarrassment when several women step out of the building, stride past me, and whistle flirtatiously. Considering its past midnight, I'm surprised by all the activity in the school. I ignore the women as I make my way to the parking garage. However, I only make it a few steps before I run into a slight form, and my life is changed forever.

Copyright © 2016 by Jeanette Rico

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Gideon Kane is a Confradia assassin without attachments. Growing up in the streets of New York, he learned that to fall in love is to be vulnerable. Or so he thought Gideon is one of the deadliest assassins the Confradia has ever known. Years pass, Gideon is searching for a former Confradia traitor Willem. He never expected that Jade would walk up to him, kiss him in the mouth, and change his life forever. Gideon tries to resist the temptation of such a beautiful girl. She’s too innocent, too young. But he can’t stay away. Now a great evil from his past threatens their future. How far will Gideon go to protect the woman he loves?
Jade Reyes’s life is complicated. Her mother hates her, and her father is absent. Jade’s dream has always been to attend The Julliard School of dance. However, for some unexplainable reason, her dream crashes and burns. A freshman at St. Bart’s all-girls’ college, she never expected to fall in love with a stone-cold killer. Gideon frustrates her to no end with his high handed, challenging, and enticing attitude. He’s a wild alpha male, and she can’t help but want to tame him. Jade will come face to face with the reality of Gideon’s dangerous life when his past comes knocking on her door. Can Jade and Gideon’s love survive the dangerous life of a Confradia assassin?

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