Primo lived his life believing himself to be an Ordinary healer until the day he accidentally discovered that his "Ordinary" healing ability, is in fact, the legendary ability of time reversal!

Hailed as the  unprecedented Knight of all times, he slaughtered his way to the end of the supreme enemy of the human race the Envoy Of The End with indomitable spirit, but his life ended in defeat. 

Just when his tale of heroism was about to end bringing the inevitable extinction to the human race, he gathered all of his mana along with his life force as he used his ability to the limits to defeat the Envoy Of The End.

But what reversed wasn’t the fate of humanity, but the flow of time itself as he traveled back to the past. 

 Now, he was still a teenager who left a legend of life in the future. With a chance to save the human race finally in his hands, his legend begins as he becomes a myth.

To improve one's strength, he had to overcome his current limits and discover the latent power of his body. Tianshan Elder had performed the Divine Art of Moulding to create a cacoon known as the Prison of the Heaven and Earth, to provide a conducive environment for Xiao Luo to overcome his barriers and reach full potential. The process was extremely daunting and required him to go through unimaginable pain and torture.
"Arrgh! Arrgh!"
Xiao Luo's screams had echoed the entire valley, and it was so harrowing that anyone who heard it instantly got goosebumps. Moreso, it was a process that went on for a few days, and sometimes he'd stop screaming for an hour or two, but most of the time, he was screaming for the entire day. It sounded like he was struggling to hang on to life, and it gave a chill to anyone who heard him.
"It's been seven days, and I can't believe that this little brat lasted seven days inside the prison!"
Tianshan Elder was thoroughly shocked, as she had said before, that ten days were the longest anyone could endure in there. In her estimation, she would consider it impressive if Xiao Luo could even last for five days. He would have reached an advanced state by that time, and now that he had carried on for seven days, it completely exceeded her expectations.
The gravitational force within the Prison of the Heaven and Earth would double every day, and the effects of the four elements would also become even more intense as the days went by. If she had thrown an ordinary man in, he would have turned into a pile of ash within half an hour.
"Junior Sister, is he doing okay?"
Elder Long sensed that her expression changed a little, so he walked to her and asked.
Gu Qianxue also stared at her master anxiously. There were still traces of tears on her face as she listened to Xiao Luo's excruciating scream, making the days feel like years. Her heart was broken as she had hoped that Xiao Luo could be released immediately and relieve him of the pain.
Xiao Quanren's eyebrows were almost twisted together, for it had been six days and nights since Xiao Luo started screaming like this. As someone who was almost at the end of his lifetime, he found it difficult to bear.
"How could he be not okay? Didn't you hear that the little brat's voice loud and clear?"
Tianshan Elder stared at Elder Long. Although that was what she had said, she was still worried about Xiao Luo and feared there could have been a mishap in his prison. After some hesitation, she called out to Xiao Luo from the outside, "God damn it, little brat, if you can't take it, I can..."
"I-I... con... continue..."
Xiao Luo's slightly coarse and tortured voice came from inside in reply, "I...can still take it..."
"Xiao Luo, are you okay?" Gu Qianque asked anxiously.
"I... am... fine..."
Xiao Luo's answer felt like he had to gather every ounce of strength he had to utter the words, and it revealed the enormous pain he was experiencing.
"Cocky little brat, you have impressed me! Fine, I'll accept your decision."
Tianshan Elder could sense Xiao Luo's condition, and she knew that his breathing and other vital functions were still normal. Therefore, he could continue with the cultivation. Hence, she summoned her powers again and doubled the gravitational force within the prison. The effects of the four elements immediately intensified, and if there was such a thing as Heaven's tests, then Xiao Luo was undoubtedly experiencing it now.
"Arrgh!"
His screams intensified with the change and became even louder.
Within the pitch-black prison, blood was oozing out of every pore, drenching Xiao Luo in blood. Xiao Luo had turned into a bloody mess, and the immense pressure had distorted his facial features, making him looked like a bloody corpse.
At last, his screams had turned into laughter; a kind of laughter that was piercing and hysterical, and it showed that his pain was intensifying!
"What is going on inside?"
Sitting from afar, Gu Qianlin's face had turned pale as she broke into a cold sweat. This was the most terrifying scream she had ever heard in her entire life, and it came from a man she knew. Such a heart-wrenching scream was completely unknown to her, even when she was carrying out an interrogation. Hence, even someone like her, who hated Xiao Luo, felt sympathy for him. She hoped Tianshan Elder could end this torturous training soon.
It was day eight and Xiao Luo's scream continued.
It was the same for the ninth day.
On the tenth day, the black prison suddenly fell into complete silence. No one heard anything, not even Xiao Luo's nerve-racking screams.
"Master, what's going on? Could Xiao Luo be... could he be?.."
Gu Qianxue asked anxiously in tears as she held on to Tianshan Elder's arm, for she was expecting the worst outcome.
"Junior Sister, the situation seems somewhat unusual..."
Both Elder Long and Xiao Quanren frowned, and they looked worried. He had been screaming for days on end, so why did he suddenly stop on the tenth day?
Elder Tianshan did not jump to a conclusion. Instead, she scanned the inside of the prison with her mind. She frowned and said, "That little brat's vital signs can hardly be detected."
What?
She shocked everyone when they heard her.
"Master, end the training now, please end it now!" Gu Qianxue pleaded.
Xiao Quanren was also concerned, and he pleaded, "Elder Tianshan, please let Xiao Luo out, we can't drag it further."
Tianshan Elder looked at both of them with a complicated look and turned to the pitch-black prison. She was somewhat hesitant to end the training, as there was a chance that all the hardship Xiao Luo had gone through might go to waste if she did so. Xiao Luo might have been undergoing the process of rebirth, which was the most important phase in the training. However, if she did not end the training now and caused Xiao Luo's death, then what should they do?
"ROAR!"
As Tianshan Elder hesitated, unable to decide, an incredibly beastly roar came from within the Prison of Heaven and Earth. It was loud and piercing, and it shook everyone who heard it.
The tremendous roar shook the very ground they stood on and was very threatening.
Elder Long and Xiao Quanren both looked shocked as a powerful pulse of energy burst from within the prison along with the roar. Along the path the energy pulse traveled, the ground disintegrated, creating terrifying web-like fissures from the base of the prison extending outward.
Everyone unconsciously backed off a dozen meters as they stared at the pitch-black prison in disbelief. It was as if Xiao Luo had transformed into an evil being from hell. The deathly aura emanating from within the prison permeated deep into their souls.
"Junior Sister, what... What is going on?" Elder Long was confused.
Tianshan Elder glared at him and scowled, "You're asking me? Then, pray tell, who should I ask?"
She then stared wide-eyed at the Prison of Heaven and Earth, the very cacoon she had created to secure Xiao Luo. It was an unprecedented situation, and Xiao Luo's resilience exceeded her expectation. Had the little brat overcome the barriers of his limits? Why was his aura so beastly, and why was that roar so terrifying like a beast?
Elder Long was lost for words, and seeing that it was her Divine Art of Moulding that created the prison, he assumed she should have the answer.
"Master, is Xiao Luo going to be okay?" Gu Qianxue asked in tears.
"I can't be sure at this point."
Tianshan Elder shook her head, then stared at Elder Long and said, "Long, what is the background of this little brat?"
"Junior Sister, didn't I tell you? He's from the Xiao Clan." Elder Long answered.
"What? The Xiao Clan?"
Tianshan Elder's eyes widened, and she looked terrified. She looked like she had just recalled something terrible, and it seemed like she too had had an unpleasant experience with the Xiao Clan before.


Xiao Luo and his girlfriend had been in love with each other for four years when she proposed a break up. Because of this, Xiao Luo sped his car in the night and ended up in a car accident. But it was a blessing in disguise as he unexpectedly fused with a high tech system that originated from a universe hundreds of billions of light years away. From this moment on, the entire world started to run amok.....

War heroes from the Period of Destruction couldn't be casually appropriated as virtual idols. When virtual idols were first introduced, a few companies modeled their idols after war heroes, but they often distorted the real person, which infuriated the descendants of the heroes. They banded together to clamp down on the trend.
Virtual idol companies were banned from basing their designs on real-life war heroes from the Period of Destruction or even using their names. When exceptions were made, they required extensive vetting. Violators faced legal action.
There was no way he would use a fellow veteran’s likeness, and Fang Zhao never considered drawing himself. He was right there in the flesh. If he wanted to do anything, he could do it himself. There was no need for a virtual version of himself.
But Fang Zhao still preferred to draw from people and events that had left a deep impression on him. If real people from the end of days were off-limits, then he would find inspiration elsewhere.
Fang Zhao worked for two days straight, taking breaks only to eat and sleep. He labored in his corner, drafting and redrafting before completing a prototype. He wasn’t a visual artist—his sketching skills were limited. He would leave it to the professionals to polish his design. He just needed to come up with a rough draft.
Another noon arrived. It grew brighter and brighter outside.
A draft sketch appeared on the piece of paper sprawled on the desk in front of Fang Zhao. Even though it wasn’t very detailed and refined—no more than a rough outline—anyone could tell it was the image of a tree.
Fang Zhao took a deep breath. He didn’t know if it was the right decision, but this was what came to mind.
"Longxiang Tianluo."
The Longxiang Tianluo was a common plant during the apocalypse. No one knew what it looked like before the end of days, but judging from its size, it was probably descended from a regular, widespread species found across the world. Many species died during the end of days, which saw a massive round of extinctions, but some plants survived after undergoing mutations. The Longxiang Tianluo, for example.
The name Longxiang Tianluo, which roughly meant powerful and sprawling, was coined by a botanist. Unfortunately, the botanist died in the early days of the apocalypse. No one remembered his name, but the name Longxiang Tianluo survived.
At a time when most plants withered, this species of tree survived the end of days. It was one of the rare plants during the apocalypse that wasn’t poisonous and actually had medicinal value. During the apocalypse, many types of medication were derived from the Longxiang Tianluo.
When designing his prototype, Fang Zhao recalled a conversation he'd had with a few old friends.
"Old Zhao, don’t you think the three of us kind of take after the Longxiang Tianluo? We were just ordinary folks before the end of days—I was a prison guard and Su Mu tended to his cattle…"
"Old Xi, you got it wrong. I was a shepherd," Su Mu corrected.
"Same thing. See, Old Zhao—a shepherd, a teacher, a prison guard, and a composer. All regular people. The apocalypse changed everything. It’s not just us. No one who has survived looks like they used to. It wasn’t for the fame—it was all in the name of survival, no matter what we became."
During the end of days, he used quite a few wooden tools made from Longxiang Tianluo. Vaccines were also extracted from the tree. You could say that the Longxiang Tianluo and mankind had survived the apocalypse hand-in-hand.
Someone once joked that the Longxiang Tianluo was another comrade.
Fang Zhao tucked away his drawing, washed his face, and headed downstairs.
After seeing Fang Zhao for the first time in three days, Yue Qing and Ai Wan both approached to chitchat.
"You’ve been holed up working the past few days?"
"Yeah." Fang Zhao bought some more food from Yue Qing’s shop. He ate while getting a tan.
"It’s not easy being a creative type. Takes up a lot of brain power," Ai Wan said.
Fang Zhao chatted briefly with Yue Qing and Ai Wan. When the sun faded, he returned to his apartment to tidy up, then picked up his briefcase and headed to Silver Wing headquarters. He went straight to the 50th floor.
He wondered if Zu Wen had pulled another all-nighter gaming in his office. His sole staffer only responded after several shouts.
"Who are you? Oh, right, the new producer." Zu Wen was still in a daze. He'd almost forgotten that Fang Zhao had been assigned to the virtual idol department. Thankfully, he caught himself in time.
"You’ve decided on a prototype?" Zu Wen asked with a yawn.
"I’ve finished a draft." Fang Zhao opened the notebook and laid it before Zu Wen.
Zu Wen stared at the page and went blank for two seconds. He rubbed his eyes and took another careful look. After a long silence, he blurted out, "Either I’m not entirely awake or you’ve gone nuts."
Zu Wen’s first reaction was disbelief. Are you f*cking kidding me?
"Uhm, if I’m not mistaken, you drew a… tree."
Zu Wen had been wondering for the past two days what Fang Zhao would come up with. He'd even wondered whether Fang Zhao would cherry pick features from various virtual idols like previous virtual idol designers had done—this nose, those eyes, this face, and that body. It'd never occurred to him that Fang Zhao would hand over a tree.
There had been all types of virtual idols—humans, animals, fairies, and demons. But as a veteran virtual idol designer, Zu Wen had never seen a plant.
If it was going to be a plant, so be it. But it had to be a unique plant, no? Cuter than usual, more attractive than the average plant, or more colorful. Otherwise, how were you going to attract a following? But Fang Zhao was a renegade.
Brother, are you shooting to become the basket case of the modern virtual idol industry?
Zu Wen stared at Fang Zhao, who nodded firmly. His world collapsed.
"What kind of tree it?" Zu Wen asked, pointing at the drawing. He wanted to rip it to shreds.
"Longxiang Tianluo."
"What?"
"Basically what you know as the Tianluo tree."
"Since when were Tianluo trees called ‘Longxiang Tianluo'?" A skeptical Zu Wen started typing on his computer.
"Also known as the Longxiang, the Tianluo is a product of the Period of Destruction. It was a giant among plants from the end of days." Zu Wen read verbatim from the research he'd looked up without an iota of embarrassment. "Sorry, I flunked botany. It’s the first time I’ve heard the name."
"You really want to do this? I mean, have you run it by Boss Du?" Zu Wen asked.
"Boss Du is busy," Fang Zhao responded.
"Understood." Regardless of whether Du Ang was actually busy, he didn’t want to have anything to do with the virtual idol project for sure, so Fang Zhao was calling the shots.
"How long do you need to create a detailed virtual image?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Based on your prototype, probably a week. Don’t think I’m a slow worker—it’s just me, after all. A week is pretty quick."
The prototype was like a draft sketch, the first step in deciding the look of a virtual idol. Revisions and fleshing out the design were still to come.
Virtual idols had the upper hand over real idols in that imagination was the only limit when it came to their aesthetic potential.
But how pretty could a tree look? Even an anthropomorphic tree wasn’t that attractive.
A cartoonish design could make it cuter.
Zu Wen was brainstorming how to improve the prototype when he heard Fang Zhao say, "We’ll have to prepare a music video to go with the launch."
"That’s the standard procedure. Oh, speaking of which, you need to get ready for soul casting," Zu Wen said.
Finalizing the look of the virtual idol was only the first step. Next came the more important process of soul casting.
Soul casting referred to the process of injecting life into the virtual idol, coming up with a back story, adding a voice and personality and so on.
Deciding the virtual idol’s personal history, where it came from, and how it behaved.
The point was to allow fans to better understand it.
That’s what soul casting was all about.
The launch of a virtual idol was usually associated with a music video. For example, Neon Culture and Tongshan True Entertainment released music videos when they entered Xun Huai and Fei Lisi in the new talent contest.
Typically speaking, the first music video of a virtual idol in the New Era gave a personal history and introduced its personality.
Launching a virtual idol also involved storytelling. Maybe nobody paid attention at the beginning, but if the idol became a star, you’d have to extend the story line.
Virtual idol teams planned well in advance before taking their first step.
If you only wanted to pass muster, you could fool around and keep things simple, but if you wanted to do a good job, that involved a lot of preparation.
That’s why virtual idol projects were so costly. There were too many details to consider.
"I can take care of the look of the virtual idol. You need to start looking for a voice and start recruiting other technicians. It will take an expert to engineer a professional voice. That’s not my expertise. Hiring more technicians is a must. I’m not going to be able to manage on my own much longer. Whether you make new hires or loan staffers from other departments, the sooner you decide the better. As for a starter voice, we have so many singers signed to our label. Just pick one," Zu Wen added.


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

Lir Days was sitting on an old armchair next to his best friend and in front of his group, he looked at his friend and glanced at his friend when they went out to opposing groups to show them that he would never be out. agreement to be with them
Wards: You could have said that you had a series before Days
Lir Days: They stopped in the 2nd season for a problem with my character
Wards was a pretty weird kind of lion snake dressed as a sexy demon being Lir Days best friend, Lir Days looked more like an angel who had those garlic burnt until we saw his flesh and bones. .. his outfit was white except for his long red jacket and those red high-heeled boots, his badly groomed and dirty purple hair fallen to the ground showing black sheep's horns
Sanaro: Isn't that the Demons of the Round series?
Lir Days: That's right, you know?
Jonas: Of course we know! we were watching the series
Jonas and Sanaro were two quite special cousins, they had both decided to arouse each other with rifles at the same time in the same room ... both completely complacent the other whether in debility or in a battle scenario that will not normally stand on an unstable table which was the strangest thing was that you were the two cousins ​​to me on an unstable table, they will fall at the same time and at the same time
Wards: What was special about this series?
Sanaro and Jonas: The episodes get bloody and dark every time Lir Days appeared, we even saw cracked bones and a bloody smile on those white lips showing all his madness .... but at the end of episode 3 .. .it had become strange ...
Lir Days: Let's not talk about that, let's go, let's talk about something else
Wards: Go please Lir Days, I would like to know more
Lir Days slammed those garlic between her and these chains shocked each other with force, we hear the sound of corpses rising and falling in a loop ... this broken angel had never needed to speak and yet he spanked him to keep these three members because he was the Lir Gore Hotel gang
Jonas: The villain so Days .... has .... become much too dark and bloody, he even started devouring heroes in front of children who watched TV ... and his theme ... mash his theme .. .you had the impression of being in front of a gigantic monster of flesh that could kill you without warning and without you seeing it
Sanaro: Without counting the opening which had become very ..... at the end you see Days eyes entirely without eyes and smile like a madman covered in blood ... then be me a hand right on the screen that was all blood
Lir Days: My music was scary and it went very quickly before except when at the end of this season ... it went very slow ... so slow that you usually feel that something is wrong, my hair is fine my hair and my impeccable white outfit had totally changed.
Wards: You were always yourself my friend, so no matter what he showed there it was totally wrong
This one did not answer anything coughing strongly leaving blood to flow from those beautiful yellow eyes reddened with blood and those big garlic clinging to furniture tearing off rotten flesh so much, he wanted to hunt but when he was like his ... he was leaving a lot of blood all over me being all over me even on these own friends and broke the window peel off through this one
But before talking about this hell and this hunt for demons and corpses let's talk about the past, a very distant past that explains all about why they are there and not in another hell

This tells the story of the Lir Gore Hotel gang who tried to go to a hell less ... less gore precisely so followed the story of this group trying to leave hell on a road covered with corpses and sung

At that time Michael, the great prince, the protector of your people, shall arise. There shall be a time of anguish, such as has never occurred since nations first came into existence. 

But at that time your people shall be delivered, everyone who is found written in the book. Many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt. 

Those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars forever and ever. But you, Daniel, keep the words secret and the book sealed until the time of the end. Many shall be running back and forth, and evil shall increase."

Then I, Daniel, looked, and two others appeared, one standing on this bank of the stream and one on the other. 

One of them said to the man clothed in linen, who was upstream, 

"How long shall it be until the end of these wonders?" 

The man clothed in linen, who was upstream, raised his right hand and his left hand toward heaven. And I heard him swear by the one who lives forever that it would be for a time, two times, and half a time, and that when the shattering of the power of the holy people comes to an end, all these things would be accomplished. 

I heard but could not understand; so I said, 

"My lord, what shall be the outcome of these things?" 

He said, 
"Go your way, Daniel, for the words are to remain secret and sealed until the time of the end. 
Many shall be purified, cleansed, and refined, but the wicked shall continue to act wickedly. 

None of the wicked shall understand, but those who are wise shall understand. From the time that the regular burnt offering is taken away and the abomination that desolates is set up, there shall be one thousand two hundred ninety days. 

Happy are those who persevere and attain the thousand three hundred thirty-five days. But you, go your way, and rest; you shall rise for your reward at the end of the days."



This book takes its name from its hero, who was allegedly among the first Jews deported to Babylon, where he lived at least until 538 B.C. Strictly speaking, the book does not belong to the prophetic writings but rather to a distinctive type of literature known as “apocalyptic,” of which it is an early specimen. Apocalyptic writing first appears about 200 B.C. and flourished among Jews and Christians down to the Middle Ages, especially in times of persecution. Apocalyptic literature has its roots in the older teaching of the prophets, who often pointed ahead to the day of the Lord, the consummation of history. For both prophet and apocalyptist there was one Lord of history, who would ultimately vindicate the chosen people. Apocalyptic also has roots in the wisdom tradition. Daniel has the gift of discernment from God. Greek wisdom (represented by the Babylonian “magicians and enchanters”) is ridiculed (see especially chaps. 2 and 5), whereas God reveals hidden things to faithful servants.

This work was composed during the bitter persecution carried on by Antiochus IV Epiphanes (167–164 B.C.) and was written to strengthen and comfort the Jewish people in their ordeal. The persecution was occasioned by Antiochus’s efforts to unify his kingdom, in face of the rising power of Rome, by continuing the hellenization begun by Alexander the Great; Antiochus tried to force Jews to adopt Greek ways, including religious practices. Severe penalties, including death, were exacted against those who refused.

The book contains traditional stories, which tell of the trials and triumphs of the wise Daniel and his three companions. The moral is that people of faith can resist temptation and conquer adversity. The stories bristle with historical problems and have the character of historical novels rather than factual records. What is more important than the question of historicity, and closer to the intention of the author, is the fact that persecuted Jews of the second century B.C. would quickly see the application of these stories to their own plight.

There follows series of visions promising deliverance and glory to the Jews in the days to come. The great nations of the ancient world have risen in vain against the Lord; his kingdom shall overthrow existing powers and last forever; in the end the dead will be raised for reward or punishment. Under this apocalyptic imagery some of the best elements of prophetic and sapiential teaching are synthesized: the insistence on right conduct, the divine control over events, the certainty that the kingdom of God will ultimately triumph and humanity attain the goal intended for it at the beginning of creation. The arrival of the kingdom is a central theme of the gospels, where Jesus is identified as the human figure (or “Son of Man”) who appears in Daniel’s vision. The message in both parts of the first chapters is that history unrolls under the watchful eye of God, who does not abandon those who trust in him and will finally deliver and re-establish them. Moreover, it can be pointed out the same teaching in different symbolism; even describes the king’s dream as a “vision.”

I hope that you all enjoy this book!
God bless you

Wandering on the hollow, cold and dark object of what death is, I think I reached a conclusion, a down to earth one if I might dare. Death is always someone else's death, not ever our own. We cannot see it except through the eyes of another person, because death and us will never be in the same place at the same time, when death comes, we have left, and while we are still here, death is not. I tried and tried to allude on empty thoughts on it, but it is useless, because all death is, all that it will ever be, is just our sure destination and nothing else. The only sure thing that we have since the very first moment that we come to life is that one day we will die. There is no question over it, the only thing that remains, is the "when". Not even the how matters, that is just a means to an end. Maybe you will wander, why did I just started writing at the very beginning for the end. Well, because I just wanted to take it out of the way. We, even though it is the only certainty that we have, never think of it, never think that it might be tomorrow, that it might be after a couple of hours because we are not accustomed with the idea, unfortunately we do not think of our every moment as our last one. That in my opinion is a very big mistake on our part, being that we are just a number of days, I still have to understand why we fill those days with everything that has so little meaning to us. With things that make those days just a little bit darker, just a little bit sadder. What makes us believe that we will get a second chance, why are we such dreamers I cannot understand. Actually, I would say not even dreamers; we are so eluded and so high on the idea of our greatness that we cannot see it even with our eyes wide open. I know that you expected to have answers reading this, I know I do when I start reading anything at all, but that is not the destination of my path that I started today, and this is just a journey, just as life is. I am also afraid that at the end of this journey, if you decide to stay with me, you will be left with a lot more questions than answers. Honestly that is precisely my objective. I do not aspire to change your views; I do not aspire to change your opinion, because as a fellow human I respect your personality. All I aspire to do is express myself and my views and to anyone that's listening, create the idea that there might be more to it. That is all I have ever tried to do, and will keep doing so till the end of my days, the end of my journey that might be tonight, tomorrow or fifty years from now. As I said before, that is our only certainty; everything else is just additional information. 
So here we are, me talking about death and you following me. What amazes me is that no dead person is a bad dead person. After someone dies you will not hear many bad words for that person, even if while that person was alive made everyone else's life impossible, or miserable, once that person is dead those bad things that it did, they will disappear, death will take them along with him. Maybe this happens because we get that little thought that now life is better for the rest of us, that the person got the major punishment that there can ever be, death. I think this has nothing to do with dead person, I think this happens because we come to the sudden realization of how small and unimportant we are, how fast it goes and  the moment that we will depart from this life, is so unpredictable and so close that it makes everything else dismissible. That is why whatever the dead person did while still alive, does not matter anymore that, is why it will never matter anymore. We are small, and we think that the everyday things that we do define us, define who and what we are. I do not at any extend agree to this idea, I have turn to hate, love, hate again and love again human beings. That is because I did not know any better, because I made it my way to "judge" people and their choices, this until I realized that I am nobody to do so. I am just a mere mortal that is responsible only for its own actions, and I should be able, as whole person to accept their consequences. Sometimes this is the hardest part to do, because we will always try to put the blame somewhere else, to someone else. Why we do this, is because we are not accepting the concept of death, we try our hardest to refuse that concept, because that means that we open our eyes to the reality of how small and insignificant we are. That my friend is one thing that keeps us from forgiving and forgetting, keeps us from looking and moving forward. Why we do this to ourselves, I do not know. It is our twisted way of refusing death, by carrying all our burdens with us, by letting shadows of the past follow us in every direction that we take. This might be because by thinking "I will never forgive/forget this and that" we somehow add days to our number; we add days filled with hatred because somehow hatred is unfortunately stronger than love. I call it our twisted way of prolonging our lives, because when we are happy and contempt, forgiving, our days tend to fly by. Time seems to be never enough to experience all the good things that we have, to extend all the love that fills our hearts, so we fill it with darkness, regret and hate, because like this a single day will feel like an eternity. We will count the minutes that will turn into hours and hours into days to a never ending suffering. The sad truth though, is that no matter how strong that hate we choose to fill our hearts and souls, it will never beat death. At this point I started wandering, is it even worth it? My conclusion is that it isn't. Nothing is worth spending our limited number of days dwelling on what if's, how could and what could have been, because as much as you think that you are, I invite you to just try and divide it in half and from that take away another half and that my friend is what we are, nothing more and nothing less than a number of days. What you decide to fill those days with, will always be up to you and no one else, because we have to hold for dear life to the illusion of choice, to the illusion of control.

Reflecting on the essence of things, rising questions awakening of the mind.

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Some time ago, Monica had a surprise that wouldn't laugh.

 The incident occurred on the 13th day of the day of El Clasico.

 This happened when Monica in the dorm sneaked out of the room.

 She waited for the time for the revival to occur, and as soon as it was time, she listened to a payphone installed in the hallway, which caught the guard.

 "But there's a rumor in the school about what happened."

 "What did you say?"

 "Well······."

 Inside the cafe with a sweet atmosphere.

 Monica opened her mouth only after having a sip of chocolate latte.

 "I have a boyfriend.  But the problem is, there are kids who swear in the back that I am in distress. "

 When I open my eyes, I only exercise at the gym, but I was also very interested in dating.

 Isn't it old enough to wake up to reason?

 It was only natural to be interested in someone's love history.

 "It happened.  But it's a little weird.  Didn't you tell me that the reason you called that night was to cheer me up? "

 "Nobody knows that I'm calling Real Friends from Real Madrid."

 "I thought you had already said it."

 "If you know, it's going to be crazy.  The whole student will come to ask you for your contact details every time?  Hahaha."

 Monica smiled brightly.

 I was in a good mood after meeting with Ho Young for a while.

 "The only person who knows about us is you?"

 "Between us?"

 In a moment, Monica turned her brain quickly.

 I opened my mouth again after tens of thousands of troubles came.

 "Huh.  I only know the principal. "

 "Well, take this."

 "Huh?"

 What Ho Young took out of the bag was a white box.

 Then opened the lid of the box and Monica's eyes widened.

 "Apple?"

 It was a 3G mobile phone released this year.

 "It looks so cute.  It looks like chocolate  What is it? "

 "It's a cell phone."

 "No, I see that."

 "It's your Christmas present."

 "Eh?"

 Monica was embarrassed by the unexpected words.

 "How do I get this?"

 "I've opened the door to contact you, so you just need to get it.  It's easy to operate.  Press the home button in the middle. "

 "Home button?"

 Kuwook.

 "Five!  It's on. "

 "haha.  It turns on when I press it. "

 "Hehe."

 As she sees Monica smiling brightly, Hoyoung's mouth naturally smiles.

 "Thank you very much.  You learned from Maria how to make Farofa. "

 "Alas.  Thank you, Ho-young. "

 It was Monica who wanted to hug Hoyoung right now, but if it was an obstacle, it was a round table blocking the two.

 Monica put a small box on the table instead of hugging.

 "Christmas present?"

 "Huh.  But mine looks too shabby. "

 Monica scratched his head and looked at Ho-yeong with anxious eyes.

 "Would you like to take it out?"

 After unpacking the ribbon and opening the box, Hoyoung couldn't hide his smile.

 What was in the box was pure white gloves.

 I was very good at it, so I wanted to buy it, but when I looked closely, it was obvious that Monica was handmade.

 El Salvador.

 The word "Savior", which fans of Real Madrid call out, is embellished with a little golden handwriting.

 "I made a little bit each time I rest, but I hope you like it."

 "In the dorm room?"

 "Huh.  I sneak over my blanket. "

 'I think the rumor is not just because of the guard.'

 Ho-young laughed and tried the gloves.

 It was as soft and warm as Monica's hand.

 "I still needed a glove, but it was great.  Thanks."

 Winter seemed to be warm this season.

 End of December 2008.

 The express vacation that continued until the beginning of the year was a very precious time for football players.

 I had to stock up on energy to endure by the end of May next year, so I had to spend a lot of time, even though it was a long vacation.

 The basic rule was to avoid excessive outings and parties, and to spend time with minimal ball training and weight training.

 Of course, there were some players who didn't have that spirit and had a party every day, but Real Madrid tended to stick to very strict principles.

 Regular training began the day after Christmas, and light training was held every day except at the end of the year and at the beginning of the year.

 And December 28 Valdebebas.

 "Hey, what did you do on Christmas Eve?"

 "What are you doing?  I ate spaghetti while watching soccer.  Marcelo What did you do? "

 "I met with a famous hairdresser with a word of mouth.  I've been styling with Afro since next season. "

 "Why next year?"

 "I did not know?  Robert decided to leave Madrid last season.  The landlord will probably retire. "

 Eventually the time has come.

 Older players who played the pillars of the team were preparing to leave one by one.

 "Then you will be responsible for the left fullback now."

 "You must take the place of Zizou."

 "Yes."

 Hoyoung felt strange.

 It's been three years since I started kicking with Zidane.

 The teacher who had relied on so far did not realize that he retired.

 "Who will come in January?  Hearing the front desk, he said, strengthening the midfield and defense. "

 "Someone will come."

 Ho Young didn't care who came.

 I only had to think hard to win the league.

 And by the end of the morning training, a moment came to wait for my throat.

 [Tom artistic ball control (SS + 3)]

 [200 days → 25 days to fully bring talent.  You will not be able to explore other talents for 25 days.]

 [Artistic Ball Control (SS + 3) ↑]

 The existing ball control (SS +) talent has achieved two stages of growth.

 But Ho-young did not stop there.

 Potential gained from Messi.

 I used it for "Art Ball Control (SS + 3)."

 Then, at that time, the moment that I had been waiting for came.

 [Best Ball Control (SSS-) ↑]

 [300 days → 60 days to fully bring talent.  You cannot explore other talents for 60 days.]

 First triple S grade talent.

 I was thrilled with my heart, and the phrases that came up in succession made my heart more excited.

 Lee Chae's eyes rushed.

 [After 60 days, you can combine all of your talents into ones that are closely related to Ball Control.]

 [List of talents that can integrate with SSS- at a glance]

 -60 days later

 'Integration.

 How is it different from synthesis?

 I was excited.

 I was wondering what change this would cause.

 I don't know, but what was certain was a new goal.

 December 31 night.

 The new year countdown began at the Puerta del Sol Square Clock Tower.

 Soon the bell rang, people ate grapes according to Spanish tradition.

 Hoyoung, who was watching TV at home, also swallowed a drink containing grapes.

 2009 came so.

 January 2009.

 Real Madrid was busy as soon as the winter transfer market opened.

 In order to reinforce the midfield, French defender midfielder Lassana Diarra was hired for $ 40 billion and rented a player named Julien Faubert.

 And while Bodzin's opinion was that he had to sign a Dutch striker Huntelaar, the transfer was defeated by Perez's extreme opposition.

 He also nailed that there would be no more attack resources.

 The decision was made to announce the end of the Dutch Connection.

 It was good so far though.

 There were some twists and turns, but the new transferees managed to adapt well to the team and did not look bad in training.

 Moreover, January was relatively relaxed because there were no Champions League games.

 Real Madrid, with its solid midfield, was no longer afraid.

 Not surprisingly, he continued his winning streak by winning a one-on-one victory in the home game against Villarreal, an authentic river in early January.

 The problem was then.

 On January 11, a shocking incident broke out in the away match against Valencia.

 The competition of the day was very intense from the start as it was the confrontation between the league second and league third place.

 If it was not, there was an event that caused a crowd fight near the stadium.

 The two teams had a normal relationship, but today there was no seduction.

 The boos were so colorful that they wanted to see the Madrid derby.

 Real Madrid's players, who had to play in such an environment, were forced to shrink psychologically.

 I didn't bother with veteran players like Zidane and Van Nistelrooy, but some of them weren't in good shape from the start.

 Pepe right.

 He felt compelled to feed the Villa Real cheering squad who booed along that day.

 Besides, it was a bit more confident since Barcelona was a period of self-confidence.

 In the end, he couldn't control it and was terrible in the game.

 The roots broke through David Villa, who caught the ball from inside the box.

 Pepe, who had a villain and a nerve war before, kicked him down.

 In fact, it could be considered a strategic foul for the defense so far.

 But the important thing was not the end there.

 It is a bizarre act of taking down fallen Villa with knees.

 If it had stopped there, that would have been fine.

 But Pepe did not stop.

 When nearby Vicente protested the referee, Pepe ran straight at him, smashing his face with his fist and revealing his boxer's qualities.

 The result was obvious.

 Exit.

 In the end, Real Madrid allowed Villa to score a penalty and Valencia continued to benefit from the 11–10 lucrative fight to win the game.

 The result is a 3-1 win for Valencia.

 Naturally, thousands of football fans around the world, who Real Madrid knew how to win, were astonished.

 More surprisingly, after the game, Pepe said to the referee, "You are all sons of prostitutes!"

 The League of Primera Liga condemned Pepe for his next ten games and condemned his actions.

 Real Madrid was given the right to appeal within 10 days, but in practice it was not significant.

 This series of events led Real Madrid to an unthinkable crisis.

 Ho-young, who knew the future, was preparing to prevent Pepe's riots, but because it happened three months earlier than scheduled, he could not.

 The legend of the canfepe began this lifetime.

 Starting from him, bad news began to pile up in the club.

 And time flowed like flowing water, which quickly passed mid-February.

 The real problem was since then.

 Champions League Round of 16 opponents next time.

 Second in the EPL, they were England's strongest in the heyday.

 In order to crush them, they needed tombs to cover the evil.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

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