A female immortal around the age of 800 decided to join a chat group for cosplayers that had members that are immortals, vampires, hackers, demons, and many more immortal creatures including some fantasy creatures as members.

But the only problem is she has almost no experience in cosplaying and only has a year of experience and writes light novels as a job so she barely has anytime to work on her costumes.

A moth sees a firefly for the first time. He new he had feelings for him the second he saw him. 

The firefly know the moth and always had a thing for him. 

But when they met they learned unexpected things about each other. They live there daily lives but going on adventures with each other. 

But what happens when their problems come into play and rumors fly in the air? 

What will happen to their romantic connections and daily adventures?

Shit happens.

After a day of rest, I decided to move into the city. I devoted a day to rest but lying like that is not my style. I did not intend to enter stores or similar places. So don't need a coat and hat. And so I jumped out of my "Nest" and flew into the city.

It was about nine o'clock and the area was already full of people. Fortunately, I was at a considerable height. From their perspective, they look like a big bird or a black spot in the sky. But most of them didn't pay attention to me. Despite the considerable distance, I saw everything perfectly, and with a stronger focus I could read the inscriptions on the newspaper that was lying on the park bench. This makes it easy for me to watch, and I do not have to arouse people's throats.

I flew over the mist for about seven hours. During this time, I stopped several thefts and robberies. However, this was nothing interesting and it ended only on broken bones and scared screams of theft victims. And no person I rescued thanked but ran away screaming. It is hard to mock them, I was not gentle with the thieves. And the view must have been a bit scary. For example, one thief who robbed and beat a woman before. On impulse, I exaggerated and used too much force. And I broke his arm so that the bone pierced his skin and protruded from his arm. Awful view. But who says I'm supposed to be some kind of Superman or some other bastard with panties on top. I'm not a show attendant. It is hard to call me a ruffian but he saves the innocents. Which did not.

Saving the innocent and "punishing" the guilty ones began to please them more and more. The very feeling of punishment and punishment was amazing. I already know why super-heroes do it. Although they do not kill or do such harm to a villain. But that doesn't mean they're doing well. But enough about that. After thwarting several thefts and attempted murders. Yes, I sent some murderers to hell, but their story was not very interesting. They killed mostly as a last resort or for pure pleasure. But that's history. I was flying in the direction of the huge smoke I saw rising from the amusement park. I used to go with my pseudo parents.

It took me a few seconds to get there. Because I have gained more flying experience lately. When I arrived, I saw pure horror. The whole amusement park was on fire. The fire covered literally every inch of the amusement park. it couldn't be an accident. I wanted to fly closer to the smoke to see if it smells of any chemicals or something. Which would give me a hint.

But the smell that the burning amusement park saw was not chemical like after nitrogrycerin or other chemicals. I mean a little yes but to a minimal extent. The scent that dominated Lunapart was not pleasant. Such a scent cannot be mistaken for any other. Someone who has never felt such a smell could easily understand the source of the smell. The smell that dominated the Amusement Park was the smell of roasted human meat. The smell was so strong, and considering the fact that I have stronger breath than a normal person. He made me almost vomit. After a closer look at the blazing amusement park. I've seen a dozen or so charred bodies. It must have been a massacre. I'm afraid to check how many children there were, the thought hurts.

Flying several meters above the Amusement Park. I was literally crying. In some way unknown to me I heard screams and cries of children and adults who died in this massacre.

(Krius) - Poor souls. What a monster you have to be to do something like that.-While I was saying this sentence. I covered my face with my hands and strangely during my lament about the victims. My wings and horns became whiter and shone with a light but bright light.

But it didn't last long. After a few minutes of mourning for the deceased, the feeling of regret for the deceased had the feeling of revenge. For those innocent people who died a painful death. Wings that previously glowed with a bright white light. They changed their color to scarlet red. Tears that had been running out of sight had evaporated almost immediately. And in their place a red light came and the eyes turned bright red.

I felt a strange energy, I knew her well. Similar was given by Rapist and several others like him that I managed to kill. That energy was the energy of a stained soul. And this one was extremely strong, it almost spun me. Reaching the offender was easier than counting to ten. This monster did not even run away, he sat on the nearby pier and admired the view of flaming fire.

There was the person responsible for the deaths of these innocent people. He was dressed in some strange suit with mechanical wings. [Author: Link [https://en.pinterest.com/pin/187743878202167048/].] to this massacre. The arsonist managed the mask to see the fire better. The very view of his face which now showed excitement and fascination with this phenomenon. Disgusted me even more. I landed at the entrance to the pier and walked slowly towards it. Now sadistically smiling I walked in his direction.

As soon as the villain saw me, his expression changed immediately. But strangely, he did not fall to the ground as I assumed, but he put on a helmet and took hold of the flame thrower. I let him go even faster. I knew it wasn't a challenge for me.

(Arsonist) - Do not undercut the devil. - Saying he activated his wing and was getting ready to plug me in.

I walked towards him without saying anything, looking straight at him. n at that time he came over to me and made laps around me. And he attacked with a flame thrower. Flying around me constantly increasing the tempelature of the flames. He poured more and more flames on me, shouting:

(Firefly) - Burn ..... There is nothing like burning fire with fire. Hehehe (crazy laugh). You don't have a san with flames of "Firefly".

He was now three meters away from me and it was his mistake to approach. Even if he flew away, I would have gotten him. The fire didn't hurt me the least. He only burned most of my pants. Because I didn't wear sweatshirts or T-shirts. Wearing clothes with wings is not very pleasant, and for silk that would not give such a dysfunction with wings was too expensive. And besides, I look horny without her. But coming back. The moment Firefly comes closer he grabs him by the pitcher (the one who blows with fire. This jagby pistol.). I draw to myself and measure in turn the whole machinery.

First, I measured the elements of armor that were responsible for the red. Mechanical wings, elements of which were responsible for various limbs and the like. I pulled the mask off his face with great force. And I looked him deep in the eyes.

(FireFly) - Nooooo .....- he started screaming when all my eyes turned red. (The whole eye was a red iris, a pupil and the rest was red).

The moment my eyes changed color and he started screaming. I saw a brief detailed story of how the situation came about, what the motives were, what the person was. I've experienced teogo before (MC's first victim;) so I already knew what was going on.

The arsonist's name was Garfield Lynns. He was raised in the orphanage of St. Evangeline. Even as a little boy he loved fire. He often had arson for fun and went to juvenile court many times. When he grew up, he became a specialist in special effects used in Hollywood movies. Lynns mainly dealt with pyrotechnics. He became a real expert. His obsession with the deadly element was increasing day by day. Eventually, an accident happened on Garfield's fault and Lynns was fired. This event caused the Firefly rental pyramid to be officially born. Lynns, taking revenge on his employers, completely burned the set and he liked it so much that he decided that he would deal with setting fire for money. Soon afterwards, Lynns and Killer Moth began to deal with mafia and gotham gangs. When Batgirl and Black Canary took their toll on the dangerous duo, Lynns created his flame retardant costume to stand a better chance in a duel with them. In the end, it did nothing, and thanks to Batgirl 1 and Black Canary, Garfield was imprisoned and then to Arkham. After Bane freed prisoners-psychopaths from the Arkham plant, Firefly was able to put his sick Pyromaniac dreams into practice again. . He put on his Świetlik costume and went to the Elma Pier in Gotham City. From it he went to Entertainment Park and did what I found. At the end he watched the slaughterhouse from the pier. And there he met me.

I already knew that he was guilty but because of that I made him guilty. Although it was obvious. Garfield, now I know his name. He fidgeted and wanted to run away. But seeing that there is no sans looked at me and shouted.

(Firefly) - Let me go. I will give you what you want. Killing me won't change anything. At the end of the sentence, a shadow of hope appeared on his face. He saw something that was just reaching the pier.

I ignoring him. I started to give judgment. I grabbed him by the neck and with the other hand I took his pitcher and stuffed him down his throat. Because I only destroyed his armor before. And with the help of the trigger I launched the putter. Which was now at the highest setting. The flame was so strong that it burned through all Garfield's brawls and bones. In a few seconds, the part of the body from the neck down was charred and only the head remained. Even the armor melted under the heat. The head was thin. Apart from the fact that the flamethrower was sticking out of my throat. It was all over my neck, and it protected my head from sharing the fate of the rest of the body. After the garfield dreamed, I dropped the rest of his body on the pier and waited for the uprising. In its spiritual form. And so it happened from the rest of the body appeared white smoke. Thanks to me he was visible. (Thanks to MC's power, everyone sees the spirit but only in his presence and the whole ritual.)

As soon as the ghost emerged from its corpse and stopped lamenting and admiring its dead incinerated corpse. He knelt before him laughing wildly.

(Firefly) - Heheheh ... It's just irony .... Hehehe.

I grabbed him again by the neck. I turned so that he would look me in the eye again. [MC stood towards the sea and Garfield turned towards the land. Such a small explanation from the author. ;)].

(Krius) - You who have perverted the sick pyromaniacs. You shed the blood of the innocent. You who are happy to smoke children, the elderly and adults. He condemns you to eternal torture in the lowest circle of hell. (Demonic voice) - Speaking with a free hand, I opened the portal to hell.

Then I threw him into the portal that appeared in the water next to the pier. And then, as usual, I looked at how he was falling into the fragments of hell and how he is still caught in flight by a winged woman with horns. I could follow how it was going but not too long. The woman ironically carried him to a place in the lowest ring where it was freezing. There was people everywhere and there was his personal executioner waiting for him. Who will punish him mentally and physically. I couldn't look too long so I closed the portal.

When I was about to fly up and fly away. Someone gave me something sharp. But that didn't even light me up, but it caught my attention. On the other side of the pier I saw two people dressed in black ankle. They were obviously Batman from Batgirl. I read a lot about them in the newspapers. Before that. I will have to buy a few pieces later. But it does not matter.

(Batman) - Stop. You're under arrest for the murder of Garfield Lynns.

(Batgirl) - Will you come with us for goodness or would you rather fight? - When Batgirl spoke more attention to her. And I will say one thing. This costume is not too thin. Unless it's because of my enhanced eyesight.

(Batgirl) - What are you looking at?

(Krius) - I have no idea. - I rolled my eyes in a funny way and continued.

(Krius) - And as for that (I pointed to Garfield's body). He deserved it. He burned the Amusement Park and all the people there. He stuck on his fate. (Last sentence with a slight demonic voice.)

(Batman) - Who gave you the right to decide?

(Krius) - Probably God. - Then I turned away and immediately disappeared. Leaving only a streak in the sky.

I am the bane of demons that live in the bodies of people.We've lost demonic wings, so I will take you from this land. you will learn to fly devoid of heavy bodies.There will be no turning back because the game has started.


I have an idea for a climate story in the DC world. I will cover many aspects of the proceedings of superheroes. But no spoilers.

Everyone lowered their heads. Someone parted the veil and pulled apart the plastic grass. There was a layer of firefly corpses lining the bottom!
Most of them were already dead, and some of them were struggling. Unfortunately, after struggling for a while, they stopped moving.
"What… What is going on?" the man asked in disbelief.
The attendant said, "These are all killed by the flashes. The flashes killed them. To ensure our profits and the effects, we can only let more fireflies in…"
"Boohoo… Dad, the fireflies are dead." A child cried.
The other children also started crying. They threw themselves into the adults' arms one after another. They did not dare to look; all they did was just cry.
The long-haired woman said bitterly, "I wanted to bring my child to experience nature and see fireflies on a holiday. I didn't expect that I would actually harm them… I was wrong."
Fangzheng pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. This isn't an exhibition of fireflies. It's a massacre."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Someone said, "I only wanted to bring my child to see the fireflies. How did things turn out like this? Sigh…"
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have come."
"Don't say that. We're here. At least we know this situation. We can tell the people not to come in the future. If no one comes, they'll shut down."
"That's right, if there's no business, there's no killing. Let's share it on our Moments page!"
"Yes, together!"
…
Hence, these people took out their cell phones at the same time. However, this time, no one turned on their flashes anymore. All of them started snapping photos in the dark.
Fangzheng smiled when he saw this. He pressed his palms together and said silently, "Amitabha."
Then, Fangzheng crouched down and said to the fireflies in the veil, "Little guys, don't be afraid. They won't harm you again. They are going to help you, but they need light…"
Zhu Lin came over and grinned. "Master, are you talking to the fireflies? Can they understand?"
Fangzheng shook his head and said, "Probably not, but since there's nothing better to do, isn't it fine to say a few words?"
Zhu Lin was instantly speechless…
The others also expressed their helplessness towards this Master Indecent. However, everyone was even more certain that it was definitely Fangzheng. Only this fellow was so… indecent!
But to everyone's surprise, after Fangzheng said that, the fireflies brightened greatly. They even gathered together, like a huge light bulb! Although the light was still limited, everyone could finally capture something under the darkness.
Looking at the horrifying corpses, everyone fell silent. They silently took photos and shared on their WeChat Moments…
"I thought the journey of a firefly dream would be a dream journey. But after coming here, I realized that this isn't a dream, but a nightmare! Damn businessmen using the lives of fireflies to earn money. Everyone, look, this is what's happening behind the beautiful backdrop! Beneath the grass are the corpses of fireflies!"
"It's not a dream, it's a morgue. There are firefly corpses everywhere. Don't come, don't torture these cute creatures anymore."
"They won't be killed if there's no demand. Although fireflies are beautiful, that's no reason for killing them."
"I just checked. Fireflies are ecological indicators. They have high requirements for survival. Any slight pollution will lead to death. In other words, as long as a firefly leaves their habitat, they can live only a maximum of seven days! Then, they will die collectively! In other words, what we see is the final scenes of their lives. This isn't a dream; this isn't romantic. This is bloody… carnage!"
…
Seeing that everyone was posting on WeChat, Zhu Lin also took out her cell phone and turned on her livestream. With the help of the fireflies, she said to the camera, "Hello everyone, I'm back. We agreed that today's live broadcast will be about fireflies everywhere. I'm going to do a live broadcast as promised today. But I'm not in a good mood now. I thought fireflies would be beautiful, but I realized that behind this beauty is cruelty…"
At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed in. The leader of the group berated angrily, "What are you doing? Out your cell phones away! Otherwise, don't blame us for not showing mercy!"
Another man rushed over and snatched Zhu Lin's cell phone away. He said to another man in a suit, "Director Xiang, there's a livestreamer here. I'm afraid this matter is going to blow up."
"Who are you people? What are you doing?" the long-haired woman asked indignantly.
Director Xiang snorted. "I'm the owner of the Firefly Dream Hall. Everything here belongs to me. You were asking me what I was doing? Then, what are you doing? You're slandering our company behind our backs. You have to bear legal responsibility!"
"Slander? What a joke. Do we have to slander? We are speaking the truth! Do you dare turn on the lights?" said a man.
"That's right. If you have the ability, turn on the lights and let us see what this place is like!" the long-haired woman said.
"Shut up! This is the end of today's experience. Security, send these people out." After Director Xiang finished speaking, he waved his hand and a group of security officers rushed over to chase them out.
Zhu Lin looked at Fangzheng. "Master, are you not going to do anything?"
Fangzheng smiled. "This is someone else's territory. If he wants you to leave, is there a reason for staying?"
Zhu Lin was stunned…
Fangzheng did not care about Zhu Lin's shock. Instead, he came in front of Director Xiang and said with a smile, "Patron, what Man does, Heaven watches. What you are doing will cause you to be struck by lightning."
When Director Xiang heard that, he laughed out loud. "You're that monk from One Finger Monastery, right? I know you are quite powerful, but so what? I'm a legal business, who can do anything to me? As for heaven? If there's really heaven, it can strike me."
Fangzheng whispered into the Director's ear, "F**k!"
Director Xiang was instantly dumbfounded. This famous master actually cursed?
Fangzheng's voice was too soft. No one heard him. Most importantly, just as everyone was trying to hear what was said, they heard a loud boom. The ceiling above them cracked as a silver blast exploded. Following that, a lightning bolt landed between Fangzheng and Director Xiang!
Director Xiang was so scared that he jumped backwards. He sat on the ground, and his crotch instantly became wet… He couldn't stand up for a long time.
Director Xiang looked up into the sky with trembling eyes before looking at Fangzheng. He quickly got up and ran. At the same time, he said, "Chase them away! Close the door, close it!"
This shout snapped everyone to their senses. A security guard mustered his courage and went forward to plead, "Master, please let us go. We're just employees and we have no choice. Why don't you go out for a while?"
Zhu Lin pursed her lips and said, "Tsk, what happened to your fierce look just now? Why is it gone? You are only capable of bullying the weak while fearing the strong. Where's my cell phone? Return it to me!"


In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn't a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn't large but it has everything. The temple isn't large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn't large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, "I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that's not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!"

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

[Write about your shopping wish list and how you like to spend money.]

 What is this "shopping wish list" you speak of? How I like to spend money? These are questions that don't apply to me! Were these prompts designed to be responded to by adults with jobs and money to spend?! This is ridiculous! Disrespectful! Blasphemous! Insidious! Discriminatory! 
 Anyway, if I had a shopping wish list, it'd probably only have computer parts, a trampoline, friends, and random interesting gadgets, because I've long since grown out of my "I want this and that" faze. If I don't need something that I want and can't reasonably obtain it, I just forget about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Now, about spending money…another thing I don't due. Uhhhmm......…if I had money to spend, I guess, besides necessities, I'd purchase tons of full-body costumes and decent-quality cameras to film myself and others walking around in public while wearing the aforementioned costumes! Sounds like fun.
Well…these aren't words for an entire post! Let me see…
If I had enough money to do extravagant things, what would I do? First of all, install fun contraptions and stuff in my house. I'm talking long slides, trampolines, foam pits to jump in, a swimming pool, an archery range, and TVs everywhere. Ooooh, and a petting zoo…but only containing common house pets. Maybe a tiger.
Besides those things, I'd also want to experience flight with the use of a wingsuit—THEY LOOK SO FUN TO USE! Jumping off a cliff or an airplane high over land and safely gliding to the bottom at tremendous speeds… Or, even better… Commission the construction of a skyscraper somewhere with tons of open space so that I can fly in a wingsuit from home! Never mind, a private helicopter would be simpler and better…
Quite tired and require sleep. Ending the post here.

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

The early evening of Halloween began actively.
As celebrated to ward off evil spirits, from every street to all households, buildings and billboards heightened the spooky touch to its visitants. People allowed the mischief night to play pranks on each other.
Hollowed-out pumpkins lit by candles hung everywhere, little kids dressed up as monsters, ghosts, and beautiful witches roamed with their parents. Meanwhile, the enthusiastic adults who took the tradition seriously ended up wearing hideous costumes to scare everyone.
The boisterous city of New York, known for its global popularity, did not fail to attract visiting tourists to play in its dungeon.
Everyone soaked into the city's passion and had a great time.
Meanwhile, Giselle seems to struggle with a sulking child.
"Lia, listen to me! You have to do this. It'll be fun. I promise," Giselle begged, standing outside Lia's room.
Without her father, Ethan, who is a resident candidate and partner in crime with whom Lia went trick or treating every past year, the child refused to take part this time and remained stuck to her bed.
The new place and new environment also added to her fears of going out to meet new people. Giselle promised to accompany, but since it is the first time she would participate, Lia doubted her mother's company.
"Please, mom, I don't wish to go without daddy," Lia grieved from the missing absence. Living in the states already began to influence her to its way of communication. Little by little, Lia started to lose her British sound as the American slang is gently getting stronger.
Giselle tried confronting to boost her courage, but the kid would not submit.
"Sweetie, it is going to be fun. I will be there with you! I even prepared costumes for you," Giselle begged.
She tried to lure her child by revealing the costumes prepared beforehand. Her plan successfully worked in sparking an interest to the disinterested child, and Lia took a daring glance at the colorful clothes displayed to her sight.
"Lia, your father asked me to send him a picture of your costume," Giselle said, forcing the child to the edge.
Lia's straying gaze returned to seek her mother's words.
Until now, she never thought of her father anticipating for a picture of her in her Halloween costume. As if enlightened finally, Lia appeared more cleared in her head. Now, she took a focused look at the options open to her.
Out of all three displays, Lia lastly found her favorite.
'A long Victorian Vampire gown with a dramatic stand-up collar. Wearing this bloodsucker costume could be a fun choice for the night. Lia picked the red dress to examine its lacework, admiring the cute frills galloping below the waistband, short sleeves with long black tulle, etc.'
Impressed with its intricate details, Giselle signaled her to try.
Lia hesitates at first, but with another gentle push, the mother managed to get her daughter moving.
**
The late evening finally began for Lia and Giselle, where Lia dressed as a little vampire was acting shy to play pranks for anybody. Giselle did not dress up for the event but chose to wear black to go along with her daughter's attire. 
"Let's take a photo in this costume and send it to father! We don't have to go trick or treating!" Lia suggested. Her British tone subjugates the growing American slang when she gets too nervous.
Giselle ignored. She requested Lia not to give up as her father won't like the attitude. Lia admits to the bitterness, and the two then went around the building.
By the time they returned to their apartment, Lia had her bin filled with several candies. She regretted slightly for skipping a few doors, but it was honest fun.
Giselle praised her bravery. At first, Lia exhibited shyness in speaking to strangers. She got reminded of going with her father, who would initiate the trick, and Lia joins him shortly to make a successful attempt. Without her father there, Lia appeared extremely concerned to talk. However, noticing her withdrawal, Giselle filled the absence of Ethan with her presence. She greeted the people warmly, which would ease the child to do her best. After a few successful attempts, the little one grew comfortable.
Finally, returning home, Lia released her pant in joy. She still felt proud of her candy collection and unwrapped a random one as a reward for her effort.
Giselle made sure to snap pictures in her camera. She already made a promise to Ethan to send him the photos of Lia in her Halloween costume.
Little Lia, after two or three candies, posed for her mother in her outfit with a big, happy smile on her face.
As the two indulged in their private photo session, they heard someone at the door.
Giselle paused the photoshoot to answer and found a surprise guest.
"Call Lia," one of the guests whispered, and Giselle obeyed.
When Lia came running, she saw somewhat an eccentric duo, standing as they held each other close.
The man and the woman appear tall and bathed in white skin.
With a thick mustache and sleek hair, the jolly man looked optimistic and in full enthusiasm. He wore a black suit and had a dark grin in his face as he stared back at the child.
In fear, Lia hid behind her mother, slightly peeking out to recognize them, if it's possible.
"Lia?" Giselle called as she sensed the child lurking behind her back.
"Come out, it's uncle Jake and aunty Anna," she said politely, and only then did Lia appeared out to see their painted faces.
Her eyes immediately widened in surprise, and Jake, having addressed as Lia's uncle, took pride to bend and give a hearty hug to a little one.
"Look at you, dressed up as a vampire!" Jake commented on her look. Meanwhile, Anna greeted Giselle with a soft squeeze.
"Come on in," she invited the surprise guest inside their dwelling.
"Thank god, finally, a home," Anna exclaimed, "You know Jake doesn't allow it and he goes to an extent to decorate our house with his creepy dolls and caricatures during Halloween. I never thought I would be scared of my own home!" she added to explain.
Giselle listened. She revealed that only Lia's father took the role actively to play while she doesn't bother with frills as well.
Serving them with drinks, Jake had Lia on his lap when she soon escaped his embrace to collect her candy bin. She returned to give each one of her candy for scaring her triumphantly.
Jake and Anna beamed, receiving the fruity candy. Moved by her gesture, Jake couldn't wait any longer, and he revealed her present for dressing up: more chocolate boxes! Anna warned Giselle to keep an eye as it was a  large box for an eight-year-old.
After a brief chat, Giselle inquired about their surprise visit, and Anna explained it not only to celebrate Halloween, but there was another reason for their coming. Giselle wondered while Lia admired the huge chocolate box.
"We are here to invite you and Lia to our thanksgiving dinner," Anna said.
****
Jake drove Anna through the thick traffic where cars moved an inch every minute.
"We should have thought about it, Anna. It's a rush hour and a holiday. People are going crazy," Jake groaned as his nerves popped on his forehead in unrest. Anna, listening to her Halloween playlist, looked ignorant of Jake's cry and watched the outside view in the awe.
Jake shortly retired from complaining, and he focused on how to get to their destination faster.
After two hours of slow drive and an almost empty fuel tank, they reach the spot and park their car to visit.
Taking the lift, Anna and Jake joined another group, dressed for the party. They looked at the couple with strange eyes, but since it is a day that allows playing mischief, the strangers overlooked to the craziness and praised their looks.
Reaching the twelfth floor, slightly sighing from the prolonged tour, Jake worked himself to appear excited as he and his wife walked outside of the elevator.
"Hey, kid! Where are you going?" a boy wearing, Sullivan the monster costume, shouted.
Jake and Anna's attention fell on a bunch of kids in a group in the hallway. The two staring at each other paused to overhear their conversation as they seem to face the direction of the place, the visitors are heading for to meet.
"Treat or treating!" the kid who dressed up as batman replied.
"You have to refrain from that spot!" the rest of the kids answered in chorus, pointing at the direction.
The new kid froze in fear of not knowing the reason. He raised his doubts and eventually received an answer.
"No one goes trick or treating to that place because the person who lives there hates it and yells if disturbed. You should take the other side of this floor," the boy who wore a zombie disguise said, and they all soon left together, scouting the new kid to new spots for more candies and fun.
Jake and Anna watched the kids running to the other side of the hallway, ringing the bell of the first house they discover. When the door got answered, they all acted to their characters, receiving more sweets.
"Banned from trick or treating!" Jake exclaimed at his wife with questioning eyebrows.
"She used to love dressing up for this when we were kids," Anna sighed aloud.
Jake's look almost doubted the words of his wife, and Anna expressed herself strongly to prove, also adding more details to her memory.
"At first, she used to dress up as funny characters, but ever since learning the meaning behind celebrating Halloween, she got serious and made bloody choices to her selection every year. She would be so terrifying that we would scream and refuse to go trick or treating with her."
"However, things became completely different now. Lillian hates these events, and are you sure we are doing it- like this?" Jake pointed out.
"She can hate it very well, but not us. Let's go," Anna urged.
Jake stopped her in the middle of knocking on the doorbell.
"Let's not mention the place we just visited," he said.
Confused from his sudden decision, Anna looked perplexed.
"Why?" she asked.
"If we say, then chances are there that Lillian would come up with an excuse in the last minute to ditch us. Let's not tell her and let it be a surprise. She could come and meet Giselle on the spot. If she happens to run away, we can get hold of her. You don't want her to bunk this dinner, do you?" Jake sounded sincere and thoughtful that Anna agreed instantly to his valid judgment.
They pressed the bell and waited.
There came no answer to it.
Pressing it again for the second time and patiently waiting, still there came no response.
The running kids stopped to stare at them cautiously and even suggested leaving that house.
Nonetheless, Anna, now clearly angered, destroyed the doorbell by smashing it nonstop, and finally, it got answered.
"I said don't disturb me, you little devils," Lillian shouted as she opened the door, anticipating a bunch of kids in their sleazy costumes and lame impressions.
However, to her surprise, it was never kids, but two adults who still behaved like kids.
Glancing them from top to bottom, Lillian expressed her discontent.
"Is this supposed to be a prank?" she said.
"Why?" Jake cried.
"Jake, you are too tall for dressing up as Gomez Addams and-" Lillian said to glance at her dear friend, Anna, "- and you're supposed to be, what? Morticia Addams!" she guessed.
"Everyone thinks of Romeo and Juliet when it comes to a passionate romance, but we stan the Addams family. Gomez and Morticia are the best spooky couple!" Anna states proudly.
Playing right into their tale, Lillian Grey asked about the Addams kids, Wednesday and Pugsley. Startled from hearing the word kids, Anna flinched. However, Jake stood steady, bringing her closer to him.
"Wednesday and Pugsley will soon arrive," he replied confidently.
Lillian's face froze from hearing, and not giving her a second to ponder, Jake added more, "Not that we have an announcement right now, but-" the guy stuttered, "we- we will work hard to c-r-e-a-t-e- them!"
Jake heard as he said, and his face flushed from his choice of words. He couldn't spare a look at Anna as he could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"Bingo! Trick or treat!" Jake suddenly yelled, and the couple allowed themselves inside and immediately dispersed to a hideout.
Lillian saw to find the other end of the hallway packed with a group of kids, happily playing and having a good time.
Without her knowledge, she thought of Lia and imagined how she spent her Halloween. Then it hits that she doesn't have Giselle's number or knew the place she was staying with her child.
The very thought brought tension and added pressure. Nevertheless, the appearance of these two took priority, and Lillian went back inside to shut the door locked.
Crossing the foyer, Lillian saw the two already feeling extremely comfortable with the place.
Anna was storming the refrigerator while Jake sat on the couch, spreading his legs on the table and joining to watch whatever show was already airing.
"Why are you two here? Shouldn't you have had a party at your place with all guests and friends?" Lillian asked, agitated from their intrusion.
"You are also friend- like family, if I say so," Jake replied, and his eyes still set on the television.
"You suck! There is no candy in this house, not even spare ones. It's fine if you don't celebrate Halloween, but not having chocolates-" Anna expired resentfully and closed the door hard that it made a loud noise.
"Be careful not to break it," Lillian growled.
Anna left to join her husband, and the two watched the ongoing special documentary on crocodiles.
"What the hell! Change it to something, Jake," Anna said, and Jake operated the remote on her command.
Lillian had enough of these two having fun trespassing her place.
She went and stood in front, blocking the Halloween exclusive program that Jake chose to watch.
"Why are you guys here?" she asked again.
"Move," Anna tried to push Lillian, but it did not work.
Following many attempts to ward off this evil, Anna still couldn't succeed. She finally yields to her failure.
"Alright! We came to invite you to our Thanksgiving dinner!" Anna said and now exerted a force to push. She succeeds, and Lillian breaks away from their sight.
She wondered if it was the only reason for their visit, or is there something suspicious going on behind her back. She questioned her fears and received an offhanded, laid-back response.
"You guys always call me a few days before the actual dinner. So why the unexpected call is what I would like to know! We almost have another month to go before Thanksgiving!" Lillian challenged again.
"Are you implying that we aren't allowed to visit you?" Jake asked, hopefully baiting her to fall out of concerning herself with unnecessary qualms.
"No."
"Then?" Jake exclaimed.
Unable to get a rule over these two favorite people, Lillian looked away, "Whatever," she whispered.
"Do you guys want something to drink?"
"We are crashing at your place, so, yes to alcohol!" the two sang together to piss off their dear friend and the resident.
"Is being here at my place is so much fun?" Lillian asked in disgust.
"Yes." the couple sang again.
Lillian made drinks for her guest, and while at it, she raised a few more questions.
"Did you call Diego too already?" she asked.
Anna panicked. They did visit him first before heading to Giselle, but having convinced Giselle already bothered Anna to lie to her friend.
"We- we are just coming from his place!" Jake stepped in to assist his panicking wife.
The answer did not raise more suspicion, and Lillian went to join them as they watched the movie, chattered in-between while sipping the drinks, and ordered pizza for a late-night snack, and ate together.
When Anna started to doze, Lillian signaled Jake to take her to the room upstairs. Jake, feeling the fatigue, thanked Lillian for letting them crash here and carried his wife carefully to Lillian's room.
"It appears that I have to crash here again!" Lillian moaned and changed the channel to the documentary and saw it ended already.
With nothing else to capture her interest, she switched off the entertainment. Lying on the couch, she thought of the unusual invitation to the dinner. Part of her hoped if Anna is playing behind her back, but it seems too dramatic to believe. Working her mind exhausted her finally, and she slept off in the same place.

IMPORTANT NOTE: You are about to read an LGBT Novel. It is a beautiful love story of two women. 
Lillian Grey and Giselle.
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"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about, don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again. 
Why?
Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again. What you gave me is irreplaceable, I still have it in my heart. It didn't let me live my life in peace."
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Lillian Grey and Giselle are two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities.
The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is:
Will they accept it or not?
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Author's Note:
Greetings to all, welcome to the world of 'Get Back to You.'
Thank you for choosing my novel to read. 
A little bit about myself before I take you on this journey:
I'm a 25-year-old female who believes in her fiction world.
There are two things I love the most in this world:
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So, I request you to listen to the stories I create and have fun reading them. 
Once again, thank you very much for choosing this novel. I hope you have a great time reading it. 
Lots of Love and Gratitudes.

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I have had story plots of various genres, but this one became the starting point for me.
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When he reached the Nanshan Children's Welfare Organisation, the kids were drawing. After consuming the Little Intelligence pill, the abilities of these kids had improved significantly.
When he first arrived, those kids have left. It was a pity that he didn't manage to see them.
The educational level was currently being renovated. The kids were mainly learning how to draw and listening to Grandpa Zhao's stories about Chinese medicine. They always listened to his stories attentively.
Director Huang said, "Master Lin, what are you doing?"
Lin Fan passed a form to Director Huang, "I saw that there was a Youth Chinese Arts Cup. I wanted to bring these kids to participate in it so that they can improve themselves."
Director Huang smiled, "That's a good thing."
Lin Fan smiled and nodded, "Of course. If not, I wouldn't have registered them for it."
Then, Lil' Fatty rushed over and held Lin Fan's hand. "Uncle Lin, come and look at my artwork. I was really serious about drawing it today."
Lin Fan patted Lil' Fatty's head and went to the table. When he saw the artwork on the table, he gasped, "Wow, Lil' Fatty, your artistic skills have improved so much!"
Lin Fan didn't just say that to motivate Lil' Fatty. He really drew well. It was as if he had been learning for a few years.
Lil' Fatty had only been drawing for a short period of time and he produced such a good artwork. It was pretty scary.
The Little Intelligence pill played a part and perhaps Lil' Fatty was really talented in drawing.
Director Huang smiled, "Master Lin, Lil' Fatty is really good at drawing. When we saw it, we were shocked too."
Lin Fan smiled and nodded, "Yeah, Lil' Fatty is good. He needs to develop it further."
Lil' Fatty chuckled. It felt great to be praised. Then, he followed another female student and went to play.
Those workers that came to register the kids were also stunned at their artworks.
They believed that the kids were only five or six years old, with the oldest being about eight years old. However, their artworks were absolutely stunning. It was unbelievable.
Some of the parents that registered their children also brought their artworks along. However, they had never seen any of such quality before.
It had to be said that only a handful of kids could match up to the standard of these children's artworks.
How did he manage to teach all of them? It was unimaginable.
Of course, with Lin Fan's gift in drawing, their artworks couldn't have been that bad.
Lin Fan said, "Sorry for the trouble. There are a quite a number of kids here. You would need some time for this. I'll go get the money now and pay for their registration."
Then, they continued working till nighttime. The registration was finally over.
In the end, Lin Fan gave them a total of $18,000 for the registration fees.
An employee said, "Master Lin, the competition will be in three days' time. 9 am in the morning at the Citizens' Park. We will be sending the competition documents here tomorrow."
Lin Fan nodded, "Sorry to trouble all of you."
"It's okay. It's okay."
Outside.
The workers drove back to their workplace, "D*mn, that was unbelievable. The children at the welfare organization draw really well."
"Yeah, they're so young and they're so good at drawing. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it."
"Let's go back now. We have to work overtime today to prepare their documents."
...
At the welfare organization.
Lil' Fatty said, "Uncle Lin, why did they record our names?"
Lin Fan smiled, "I registered all of you for the Youth Chinese Arts Cup. You will be going for the competition in three days' time. All of you have to take it seriously and get a good placing."
Lil' Fatty nodded, "Yes, I will work hard and clinch the top spot."
Lin Fan smiled, "Haha, all the best. I am confident in your ability. Don't be too nervous, it doesn't really matter if you don't win a price. What matters is that all of you are happy."
Lil' Fatty replied, "I am very happy but I want to get the first place. My drawing will not lose to others."
"A confident Lil' Fatty is the most charismatic."
When Lin Fan left the welfare organization, it was pretty late already.
…
Three days later.
At the Citizens' Park.
A few buses were parked outside.
This time, the entire welfare organization was in action. There were a lot of people and it was impossible to take care of all the children. Hence, Lin Fan asked the shop owners of Cloud Street to take a half day off work to help to manage the crowd. After all, there were a lot of strangers and the kids might be abducted.
There were police officers present to ensure that everything ran smoothly because there were going to be a lot of kids and they had to be cautious of the situation there.
When the buses stopped, some adults looked over.
"Hey, where are these kids from? Why are there so many of them? Are they here to draw too?"
"These kids are from the welfare organization."
"Haha, even the orphans are here for the competition. They can't even afford food for themselves. How can they be here? Look at that one there, he's in a wheelchair. Isn't it a joke?"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man turned to stare at the female teenager.
"What did you say? These kids are from Nanshan Children's Welfare Organisation. They're saved from the hands of the human traffickers. Why are you so evil? Can't you speak nicely of them?"
"What's wrong? I was just saying."
"If you dare, say it again. I'll beat you up."
The female teenager immediately shut up after seeing the fearsome look of the middle-aged man.
The kids were wearing red costumes and they were being ushered around by the shop owners. Lin Fan got people to make the costumes specially for them. The shade of red was stunning and could be easily spotted.
Lil' Fatty was being brought around by Lin Fan. "Uncle Lin, I will definitely do my best."
Lin Fan smiled, "Yeah, all the best. Give it your best shot. Don't be too nervous."
Lil' Fatty smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Wu You Lan said, "Brother Lin, there are really a lot of children here today."
Lin Fan replied, "Yeah, the parents are really focused on developing their kids' interests. Furthermore, Chinese Arts is a national treasure. A lot of kids learn it. However, only a handful pursue it passionately. I wonder how many of our kids in the welfare organization can win prizes."
Wu You Lan sneakily went beside Lin Fan and whispered, "Brother Lin, you said that it doesn't matter if they win anything. But you really want them to win something to prove themselves, right? After all, some people think that the children from the welfare organization are pathetic. You want to change their opinions, right?"
Lin Fan gently patted Wu You Lan's head, "You're pretty smart. This can be done through Chinese Arts. However, there's a long way to go. They have to continue working hard."
Then, Lin Fan shouted with a megaphone, "To all the little warriors of Nanshan Children's Welfare Organisation, all the best! Give it your best shot. Good luck!"
The kids in red costumes held each other's hands tightly, "Uncle Lin, we will do our best!"
Then, Lin Fan smiled. At the same time, he wanted to let these kids be more confident in themselves. The main purpose of the welfare organization was to develop their confidence.
The reporters saw what had happened.
Then, they ran over to begin their interviews.
"Hey, Master Lin…"
"Master Lin, did you bring the children here to participate in the Youth Chinese Arts Cup?"
…
Lin Fan nodded, "Yeah, I brought all 365 children from the organization to attend this competition."
The reporter added, "Do you think they'll win prizes?"
Lin Fan smiled, "I believe in them. They'll definitely do their best. Even if they don't win anything, they're still the best children in my eyes."
The reporters looked at Lin Fan's smile and were speechless.
They felt that although Master Lin was pretty stupid at times, he was also pretty charismatic.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

In the outer reaches of the galaxy, someone had watched the entire battle from above, and was not too pleased about the outcome.

"GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *gasp* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Solaria shrieked loudly, penetrating and severely damaging all throughout his castle. Maligra, was hiding behind a lone, sturdy column, trying to hide from Solaria, only to be magically thrusted into his presence.

"EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Solaria commanded, trying to hold back his attempts to utterly destroy her.

"I-I-I-I-I-! Master!!! It was not my fault!! The Reaper was nothing but a shoddy pawn as a-a-a-all…! Bu-but we did gather the soul y-you required!" The skeleton witch fumbles as she attempts to get the black soul from out of her cloak, but she ends up accidentally tossing it due to all of her fear. Solaria immediately catches the black, vile soul, and stares at it deeply. The dark lord then stares down Maligra and speak more sternly, "Your bumbling has earned you your survival…. You disappointing sack of bones and dust. But DON'T let this ever happen again…."

"Yes master…" Maligra pandered as she kissed his tentacles, "Hail master…" Solaria shouted for Maligra to get out his sight before he changes his mind, and Maligra immediately dashed and crashed back into her spell room. The lord of everything eternally evil then headed to his throne room and stared down at Sonia through his spy glass. The black soul that he held in his grasp began to shake a little violently while Solaria watched the ginger. Solaria looked down at the vile soul and tended to it. Solaria whispered gently to the soul and stated, "Shh… do not worry. Your time will come soon enough. And her time… will come to an end." The vile soul took a look at Sonia and immediately knocked down the spy glass, thinking that it was Sonia. Instead of getting furious, Solaria held the soul once again and decided to make a cackling laugh that echoed through the galaxy, knowing that the vile soul will become his best creation yet… which will come someday soon...

Back on the surface world, once the explosion had died down, the souls that were trapped into the orb had finally been released. The flailing souls flew high in the sky and proceeded to zip straight into the bodies of their original owners. Every soul-stricken citizen was now brought back to life, and those who were hypnotized were finally coming to. Sonia, who was still in her magical form, immediately grabbed a long jacket dropped by one of the once-sentient skeletons and put it on to hide her injuries, and she changed back to normal before anyone near her could recognize her. Sonia suddenly felt a body grasp her from behind, and Sonia made a small scream and threw the grappler onto his back. The grappler, however, turned out to be Sonia's dad, who groaned from his sudden body slam.

"Dad?!" Sonia shouted in surprised then proceeded to help him up, "Oh my- dad, I'm sorry… I didn't know it was you."

"Heh heh heh," David chuckled, "It looks like by little butterbean has some strength to her, heheheh-ow ow ow ow ow…." Sonia helps her dad up and fixes his back some, and they both watch as everyone was helping each other out. From parents, to children, to students of the school, to even the town mayor came by to help each other out.

"Has anyone seen my high-tops?" Cindy, the prima-donna teen and Sonia's school rival, complained, "I NEED MY HIGH TOPS or I AM GOING TO CRY!" Mellisa's classmates wake up from their slumber and run into Mellisa's clone. They go and greet her, but the clone doesn't understand what they're talking about when they asked about the Halloween party and just instead goofily agreed and nodded to everything they said. Julianna had also received her soul again, and slowly sat up and rubbed her head. The original Mellisa finally came outside, caught sight of Julianna and tackled her down.

"Bestie! I found you!" Mellisa shouted happily as she gave her bestie a squeezing hug.

"GACK…! Mellisa…! You're CHOKING ME….." Julianna complained due to Mellisa's deep hug. Sonia sighed in relief and sit next to her dad, and her pets came by and comforted them. Aside from Sonia, everyone began to wonder why they were in the graveyard in the first place. Mellisa, the original, then perked up and told the denizens, "Hey everyone! Bestie and I set up a Halloween party in the mansion, would you like to come?" Everyone began to like the idea, but Mellisa's other friend came in and replied, "But wait, we don't have any costumes." However, the ghosts intervened and stated, "Nonsense, young child, for we can overcome your feathering fickle." The elder ghost then snapped his fingers, and with a dose of magic from the mansion itself, everyone suddenly began to wear colorful and creative costumes. Much of the townsfolk wore variations of classic monsters, and some of the students even became characters from fantasy~! Sonia now wore a witch costume with orange and black lining, along with a big broomstick and a luscious 'n' ripe pumpkin to boot! Julianna became a zombie badass with much of her hair covering of her eyes, a dark brown cloak, and covering over her mouth a bandana decorated with sharp monster teeth as its design. Matthew and Scruffles snuck around and put their shadow beast outfit on just for fun and to try and scare any of the other partygoers. Finally, Mellisa wore an illustrious black cat costume, a shiny black outfit with a long, swishy tail, long black knee-high stockings, and ears with a blue hue that matches Mellisa's lovely eyes. Once everyone had their costumes on, Mellisa cheerfully declared, "Ok everyone! It's time for a spooky, scary, Halloween party!!" The rest of the townsfolk cheers happily and Mellisa playfully marches everyone to the mansion. Once inside, one of the ghost children turned on the music and everyone began to jam. All of the students, children, and adults were having a spooky time. Not to mention that Matthew and Scruffles were running around spooking some of the guests before jumping into a dancing frenzy. Sonia danced with her father and was actually having a good time. Sonia now felt that she was worrying for nothing. She looked up at her dad and said, "Hey dad?"

"Yes, my butterbean?" David replied in curiosity.

"Y'know… you were right." Sonia began as she explained herself, "I was being a little bit too worrisome today. I shouldn't let worries of my work get to me like that. I should learn to take a break and have some fun."

"And are you having fun, sweetheart?" David asked as they danced hand-in-hand and Sonia turned to see everyone having a wonderful time. Sonia smiled at the sight, looked back at her father and stated, "Yeah dad. I'm having a wonderful and spooky time~." Sonia and her dad gave each other a loving hug, and Sonia then completes it by saying, "I love you dad."

"I love you too, butterbean," David replied happily.

"Hey everybody! It's time to do the MONSTER MASH!" Mellisa announced gleefully and she changes the CD soundtrack from its current song to that of the Monster Mash, and everyone, including Sonia, her father, both Mellisa and the clone Mellisa, the ghosts that inhabited the mansion, and the "Shadow Beast," got on the dance floor and began to perform the Monster Mash dance. The moonlight shined across the Haberdashery Mansion as everyone enjoyed their Haunted Halloween Bash. As every danced, a jack-o-lantern stood tall and freshly-carved on a table. Because of the magic going around in the house, the jack-o-lantern grew a sinisterly-joyful smile. The jack-o-lantern then cleared its throat and states with a booming voice, "A Jack-of-all-trades, I happen to be, and a Happy Halloween to you from me." The jack-o-lantern then created a booming, yet joyous laughter, making the night spookier for you and for me. Orujinshinaka was now in the spirit of scariness, and Halloween was now in ultimate bliss.

The End

When a ginger-haired teenage girl named Sonia is suddenly destined to fight demons led by a maniacal entity and save the universe from falling into Eternal Darkness, she must endure the challenges such as excessive homework, late night homework, drama queens, sleeping in class, battling giant monsters, overcoming her deepest fears, and the mania of living with a slapstick cat-and-dog duo. 

Man! This girl can't get a break, can she?

04h10pm

"Jane, come inside. We need to join to the rest of the team right away."

After a lunch who was none other than a simple egg sandwich, Jane was already in a bad mood, but when she learned she had to get back in the car with that speed freak, her lips wrinkled even more.

"No, your driving is not safe, so I'm not getting in any more cars that you drive."

That little girl is so annoying, if Cindy didn't hold back, she'd slap her every five minutes. The young woman, however, restrains her anger and smiles as she points her right hand at Jane, who waves her finger from left to right to insist that she refuses.

"Are you sure?"

In front of the fire who takes birth in Cindy's hand, Jane, who just a moment ago, was very happy to upset the young woman, swallows her saliva. Her eyes wander through this little flame which gives off a hellish heat and she begins to sweat.

She would really do it! Diving into the mind of this brutal woman was a very bad idea. Now that she is aware of this, Jane throws herself into the passenger seat of the car and quickly locks her seat belt.

"I-I was just joking with you."

Maybe eating just one sandwich wasn't such a bad idea after all, because eggs are especially heavy on Jane's stomach. Cindy's driving looks like to a programmed suicide. She takes such sharp turns that Jane's heart is tilting with every turn of the steering wheel.

04:35pm

On the poorly maintained parking lot of a popular district on the edge of Little Rock, Cindy's Chevrolet Corvette is parked next to 3 other cars, all from the last century.

On the spot, the 3 men and 3 women already there have abandoned their red leather outfits to put on a more discreet garment. The 6 overly relaxed people, who were waiting while smoking and emptying beers, turn their desolate eyes to the one who has to share her room with their boss.

"Guys, this is Jane. Her potential is awesome and if we ignore the fact that she is still a little young, I am sure she will be a great help for our future missions. Jane, this is Tyson, a B-rank auditory  Spie and A-rank Visual Spie. He's the one that will allow our small group to reach the Coliseum without any problems.

That's Jenny, a A-rank Whisperer from Little Rock. Should anything unexpected happen, there is a 99% chance that the other Whisperers in town informs her in advance. Yes Jenny?"

The brunette woman, approximately 45 years old, turns her anxious eyes south.

"As a matter of fact, there's gonna be an army intervention two blocks from here. The neighborhood in question is on the route we were supposed to take to get to the Coliseum. I think it would be wise to quickly review our route."

Jane, who feels a little lost among all these adults, is being discreet and just listens to the conversations.

Cindy, considers the point of view of her Whisperer, but there's another idea popping into her head. The intervention of the army in the heart of a poor neighbourhood while they are present is a good thing.

"No, we're going to go out there and observe. Our little Princess will then be able to see with her own eyes, the daily life of those who haven't had her chance. Jane, we'll finish the introductions later."

5:15pm

To Jane's surprise, getting through the checkpoint was extremely simple. As a thank you for the large wad of Dollars Cindy gave her, a policeman inserted what must be a special personal assistant, into the slot of the bollard and the team was able to pass quietly, without even being checked.

Unlike Cindy and the other Hanumans on the team, who are sitting quietly on the steps of a building and look the show unfold with cold eyes, Jane's jaw trembles.

Less than 350 feet away from her, soldiers dressed in black invade the main boulevard.

Everything here gives the impression that a long civil war has ravaged this corner of the city.

The road, full of craters left by the explosions of grenades and various bombs, has become impassable. In this area, where the corpses of burnt-out cars abound on the sidewalks, not a single street lamp is still standing. As for the buildings, those that are still whole can be counted on the fingers of one hand.

It is on this Boulevard, seemingly straight out of a post-apocalyptic novel, that the soldiers take out their truncheons.

As soon as these men dressed in modern armour arrive, the previously almost empty pavements quickly fill up. On the faces of the inhabitants who come out of their buildings and invade the Boulevard, a boundless hatred is visible. For these people living in great precariousness, the confrontation with these soldiers who represent the power in place, cannot be avoided.

"We must go and help them. Why aren't you moving? Aren't you Hanumans?"

In the face of all the children born in the ashes of an internal war that has gone on too long who are about to collide with the soldiers, Jane wants to rush forward.

She knows that the adults who taught them to hate power are the same adults who armed their hands the moment they came out of their mothers' wombs.

To different degrees, all of them reject the precepts of this murderous state that tries to subdue them by force. Those whom they consider assassins in their uniforms and costumes and oppress them, are for them the main targets to be shot.

Yet, although she can more or less understand them, as these children, like their parents, go out one by one to face the military, Jane's eyes lose all hope when she sees that her group will not move.

Dylan, the B-rank physical Hanuman, whose strength far exceeds anyone else here, is the only one who seems a little troubled. He sighs with frustration and looks at Jane with regret.

"Little girl, the purpose of these soldiers is not to kill, in which case dozens of bloody bodies would already be lying on the pavement. No, they're here to kidnap children. More exactly, they want to forcefully conscript teenagers. After have conditioned these kids, they will then send them to join those already fighting on the front lines between the United States and Mexico.

You don't have to be blind to understand that despite all the fine promises made by the government, their recruitment propaganda is attracting less and less people from the lower classes.

The hatred of these people for all that represents power is such, that even the promise of becoming a citizen of this great country is no longer a dream, but on the contrary, has become the ultimate shame against which these people stand."

Jane painfully observes a child whose eyebrow arch has just been opened by a soldier's baton, but Cindy's hand grasping her wrist blocks her forward escape .

"If we intervene, we will save a few people, but what about the mission? By murdering this big death dealer, tens of thousands of lives will be saved. Think about it, Jane, and accept the fact that we're not the heroes you think we are."

"I get it." Jane's seems resigned but docile demeanor reassures Cindy. The young woman lets go of her wrist, but as soon as her fingers separate from Jane's arm, the little girl rushes forward.

Walking the streets of Glory City, I make an attempt at observing my surroundings. The calls from street peddlers, trying to sell their wares. The laughter of playing children as they scurry around adults. The chatter of adults as they barter for goods or gossip amongst themselves. The continuously changing smells on the breeze. 

These are real people merely trying to survive in a brutal and merciless world. Each one is experiencing their own story, like myself.

What sets me apart from them, is the Library of Heaven's Path and even that isn't game-changing until I've gathered enough knowledge. My canon knowledge is only slightly valuable unless I adhere to the script. It's too early to grasp what changes I've just caused for the Alchemy Association.

Honestly, I can't rightly say Hu Shuo is some villainous figure lusting for power. I don't doubt for a second that he arranged for us to be alone, or even him having me watched this exact moment. But he didn't attempt to pressure a powerless orphan and even implied I will gain unobstructed access to at least one member of the Elder Council. For all I know, his plot to replace Gu Yan is just due to Gu Yan's incompetence in managing the Alchemy Association. 

Continuing these thoughts will just lead me down Alice's rabbit hole. I accept the story never really exposed any characters' thoughts or personalities. I accept that I will encounter more clever or intelligent people, but I will not accept dancing to another's tune.

Hu Shuo may have pulled me into his schemes, but why can't he be pulled into mine? The Alchemy Association is powerful, wealthy and draws a massive amount of attention. Hu Shuo may have just unintentionally given me a very large shadow to hide in. His consideration for my desire to remain unnoticed will even limit my exposure to other members of the Alchemy Association. 

Power moves will be off the table for a while. With Hu Shuo's intelligence, he'll discover the goal of any ill-prepared plan I bring him. Subtle goals wrapped in subtle plans will help preserve my intentions. 

His token means that I can summon him without exposing my name or possibly even my true face. If only I had some cloud mud or knew a technique to alter my face. I guess I'll have to do this old school. Time for some clothes shopping.

Ducking into a well-shadowed alley, I withdraw several thousand demon spirit coins before hiding the interspatial ring in my belt. Those things draw attention even to the wealthy. A poor commoner with one will only draw suspicion. 

Stuffing the money in my pockets, I weave my way around the market area until I find a suitable clothing shop. A visible fist full of demon spirit coins should allow the shop-keeper to consider me as a paying customer and avoid an awkward debate on my ability to pay. 

In short order, I'm able to walk out of the clothing shop with a dozen different outfits of various colors and styles. Conveniently remembering to pick up two identical sets similar to what I'm currently wearing to not draw attention at school. My new wardrobe provides me with different costumes to help disguise my identity in future outings.

Although I did purchase a stylish black traditional kimono with a dark grey undershirt. There's even a black leather outer vest with a wide studded belt to go over the kimono top. Not gonna lie, seeing my reflection in the full-length mirror made me feel like a Chinese martial arts villain. It might be a little too flashy, but it's full-on bad-ass.

Putting that guilty pleasure to the side, I sneak into another alley to store my new purchases into my interspatial ring. Afterward, I make my way to the area of the market selling food. A quick stroll around some food stalls and I'm reminded of a fish market. The amount and variety of meats available are not what I was expecting. 

A quick chat with one of the meat vendors reveals the meat comes from the demon beast kill missions from the Fighter Association. Making a note to visit them in the future, I purchased several kilos of produce. At another stall, I buy several large jugs of non-alcoholic juice and a large water skin. Oddly enough, the most expensive item per kilo was the cheese. Seems bones and hide aren't the only useful things Fighters take-off of demon beasts.

With my shopping complete, I make my way back to my dorm. Once safely back in my room, I store all my purchases in my interspatial ring. I then decided it's finally time to check out my new Heaven's Path of Initiate Body Cultivator! 

Just like Heaven's Path of Human Meridians, the book is addicting. Unlike Heaven's Path of Human Meridians, something seems off. I can't place my finger on it. Taking time to not, read, but examine the context exposes several deficiencies. I guess that's to be expected from a beginner's technique. 

What really strikes me as odd though, is the mention of clogged meridians. The body technique mentions several benefits, one of which is the partial or complete removal of obstructions in meridians. I've memorized nearly the entire book of Heaven's Path of Human Meridians, and not once is clogs mentioned. It covers everything you can imagine. Covering the purpose, function, location and even mutations of meridians. However, it mentions nothing about clogs or injuries or any cures for the previously mentioned ailments. 

Thinking of Gu Lan in the Draconic Ruins Realm is a shining example of partial paralysis due to clogged meridians after she was poisoned. Heaven's Path of Human Meridians lacks any mentions of negative effects. 

Heaven's Path is imperfect indeed!

This just may be why you have to eventually break away from the Library of Heaven's Path and trust in yourself. I still have plenty of need for the Library of Heaven's Path right now, but I will have to forge my own separate path to reach the pinnacle. 

Thinking of clogged meridians has me wondering about two things. The first being if I have any clogged meridians, and the second being if it's possible to weaponize this. Using Hyuga Neji from Naruto as an example, it may be possible to recreate my own version of the Gentle Fist. I'll have to come back to that idea later. 

Carefully adhering to the process outlined in the body cultivation technique, I take my first real step to gaining strength.

After ten minutes, I find myself a heaving sweating mess on my dorm room floor. This isn't nearly as easy as I thought it would be. The combination of executing the forms properly, while following the breathing pattern, muscle tension rotation and mental imagery are far more difficult than I could have imagined. 

After a twenty-minute break and some water, I make a second attempt at the body cultivator technique. Only lasting nine minutes the second time, I wisely decide to eat an early supper and call it a day. After soaking in a relaxing bath, I finally crawl into bed for some much-needed rest.

Today was a roller-coaster of ups and downs, but it was so worth it.

A 20 year old fan of fanfiction is transmigrated into an orphaned teen in the middle of Glory City. Follow him as he's forced to deal with hidden dangers, evil villains, and the dreaded puberty. 

This is my first novel, so expect some mistakes. I'll try to make corrections when seen. Reworked the first six chapters.

I'm doing this for my own personal pleasure. I have a family and a job that requires me to work most weekends. I hope to produce two chapters a week, provided life allows.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the stories, Tales of Demons and Gods or Library of Heaven's Path. Any resemblance of any original character is purely coincidence.

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