A workaholic person, who mind nothing but business met a woman with no background.

A woman who wishes to live just 'ordinary' by her own definition, applied for a job and met the demon of the business world.

As time goes by, her talent has been recognize and things get shakey for the both of them.

He's slowly realizing that she is not just an 'ordinary ' employee and secrets are bound to be revealed.

Love become hate.

Truth become lie.

Foe become ally. 

But, one thing is for sure,


She's the CEO's Secretary

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

The Flame of the Multiverse would die and ignite repeatedly, just as civilization cycles between glory and destruction. In time, there were no things eternal, no unlimited possibilities and no absolute power. Even galaxies would wither unexpectedly, not to mention all that intelligent life created—those were perhaps the most beautiful yet most fragile and breakable of things.
But with lacking comes yearning. Unlike ordinary sentient creatures that lived in normal worlds and yet seek brutal powers that destroy themselves endlessly, the demons that naturally grasped the ability for ruin yearn instead the power to create worlds, the power of life that restores Flame.
In the boundless Void around the Sixth Abyss, two profound powers, bright and sinister, sacred and horrific—clashed once again. Devastation that could reduce all life into nothingness tangled with the dazzling fiery light that could shine over a thousand stars, the shockwave quaking the dimensional turbulences, engulfing even distant abysses.
"I see." The gigantic demon's form throbbed as it clenched its twin scythes, silver fiery light shooting out of its body from time to time intermittently while it laughed coldly—it was the laugh of a demon: as greedy as locusts and as searing as the magma of the depths. "You are that person who wields the power of Life!"
Just when Goliath ascertained the fact, it promptly spread its wings, boundless shadow hence spreading like a dark mirror. Countless unusually formed demonic shades seemingly of different species darted out of that mirror, burning in scorching flame when fact, each shade could drain every heat and mobility it touches, leaving whatever everything in stillness.
Thus, countless pieces of world fragments, touched by the shades lost at motion energy, before being pulled into the shade and vanished within the dark mirror that Goliath's wings had turned into.
Joshua, nonetheless, made no move to defend himself. He simply looked up and glanced at the shades with the corner of his eyes—light, carrying anti-entropy comparable to stars instantly piercing the thousands of those demonic forms. Although it appeared to be light injuries, like a single point burnt out of paper, the blaze began to pierce those demonic forms and spread, swiftly reducing them to ash.
Even in the face of Goliath's very bizarre attack, Joshua did not panic and calmly directed the most insignificant amounts of his power to counter each assault. On the other hand, whenever the warrior waved his fist, Goliath would face it all vigilantly at full power.
That was not actually unusual. The skill and combat ability that Joshua's present clone had was no different from his true form, apart from the aspect of 'yield'. Still, given that the matter of yield could be easily solved by self-summon and how serious the warrior was in facing him, the Demon King's attack that used particles to steal the enemy's heat, mobility and other abilities were neither unusual or mysterious. 
There was no question that Goliath was formidable. However, it could not stand against Joshua, whose very strength had been refined to perfection, not to mention that it was not revealing its trump card and just using basic attacks. Each time the warrior fought an enemy that was his equal, the warrior always exerted a bit more power to learn about his foe. Goliath, meanwhile, could only learn meaningless information, such as how his foe was 'powerful', 'defensively strong', 'swift' and 'possess a lot of energy'—in other words, that its enemy has explosive basic attributes. After all, Joshua only attacked normally from start to end, while it had to use one Extraordinary power after another.
Seemingly feeling that he had a handle on things, the motionless Giant God of Steel jerked his body. That faint movement warped the surrounding dimensions visibly, but Goliath guffawed unusually when it noticed that. The Abyssal Liege halo over its head enlarged, flickering in dark luster while the demon itself slashed its scythes, drawing a dark-red circle frame where endless unfamiliar runes materialized.
Then, Joshua moved.
His body vanished, leaving a streak of silver flow as he shot towards Goliath in a straight line. Distorted space appeared to be a single streak of an extended groove in dimensional turbulences, the gathering energies forming a belt of myriad colored stars visible even in other worlds.
The momentum that the charge carried could blast a planet into pieces, or planetary disaster if it was a sun. But that terrible energy was all gathered on the warrior's four fists, the violent silver light downing Goliath and its spell.
But that dash was fruitless. 
Joshua stood where Goliath was, touching a black scar that suddenly appeared over the chest of his neutron armor and flattening it. Frowning, the warrior then looked around—the Abyssal Liege's massive body had vanished at once when his heavy fist swung at him, leaving him punching nothing. Indeed, Joshua himself never realized what it had done to achieve that counterblow.
Although his opponent counterattack which had been charging barely pierced his defenses, Joshua knew that the slash would drain most of the light and heat on a continent in an ordinary world. It would at once harvest countless souls while killing the planet's core, a true scythe of that death that destroyed worlds and civilization.
Still, perhaps it was not that he could not see it—he could not understand it.
Joshua remembered the unusual spell and runes the demon conjured before vanishing. Those were things he had never seen before, and just as he watched his surroundings carefully while pondering, he suddenly raised his hands, catching a giant dark scythe with three fingers in a vice grip.
The scythe had abrupted appeared out of the darkness and was slashing at Joshua's head, but with Joshua's perception and reflexes having reached the very limits of the physical realm, he sensed the ambush and countered—by adding more power without break into his fingers, cracks appeared over the black scythe. In the instant that half the blade was crushed by Joshua, it turned into shadows and disappeared.
"So that's what it was."
That little opening and information enlightened Joshua immediately about many things, and he laughed quietly at the lightless Void around him. "No wonder your form had changed so drastically, as if you're no demon…"
"Goliath, you've actually mastered the power of Shadow!"
The Giant God's information flow extended over the Void that anyone within surrounding Abysses could hear his voice. The Void, meanwhile, had neither sound nor echo, only silence.
[Shadow] 
Joshua had once discussed world migration with the Mycroft world's most powerful spellcasters, including Nostradamus, Barbarossa, Barnil, and William. They sensed that the essence of the Great Mana Tide might have come from the heart of the Multiverse—an energy wave that took shape after countless worlds were destroyed. It was they who had uncovered a whole-new Extraordinary power of this Multiverse through data from Simboa and many other worlds.
And that power was Shadow.
The standard phenomenon of light and shadow had been changed at its essence in that silent but monumental shift. From then onward, it grew supernatural aspects, like how intelligent beings solidified spirit in ancient times into psionic energies, or how fluctuating energies in the air turned into mana, ether and the six elements, and how living energies were given definition of Combat Aura, just as how light and love became Holy Light—everyone was therefore not puzzled that Shadow would become a certain ability legacy as well.
Be that as it may, the research on Shadow was in the early phases even on Mycroft. By observing the Ultrahumans on Simboa who had awakened that ability instinctively, the Skypiercing White Tower Mages managed to come up with several basic Shadow runes, and the patterns in which it runs.
But now, Goliath the Demon King displayed an advanced Shadow power and application—it truly left Joshua shocked and awed.
Even so, that was not too unusual.
Joshua coldly looked at the surrounding Void as he tried to determine where in the shadows Goliath was lurking. The new ability was a troubling one even for him, and not something he could decipher in a short amount of time.
After all, the warrior thought, having a complete legacy of Extraordinary power, Mycroft is naturally careful about a whole new unknown power and examine it bit by bit. Neither would there be many champions who would abandon their natural path to fully focus on that power.
Demons, however, were different. They do not have much choice, and Goliath could become the Demon King because it was gifted, a Demon General-class being that did not fear failing its experiments—it was reasonable for it to train Shadow ability to paragon levels.
Goliath, who had melded into shadows, should be nearby—it was not actually some hiding move, but since Joshua was unfamiliar with Shadow, he simply would not be able to sense where his foe was.
Such was the effect of a whole new Extraordinary power towards orthodox Extraordinary individuals. They have to adapt to the new landscape and face new enemies while repairing the gaps that now existed in their training and combat skill… If fighting alone would leave them with so many flaws, the new ability was certainly a headache for beings that intend to master everything.
Goliath, meanwhile, said nothing in return or banter. Even when its Shadow ability, its trump card had been revealed, it did not react as it searched for Joshua vulnerabilities in the Void, ambushing him occasionally—even if Joshua perfectly guarded against each onslaught, it was not his style to be beaten up in such single-sided fashion.
Then, as Goliah suddenly appeared out of the shadows once again to attack Joshua, it appeared to have been retaliated against. The warrior had clearly did not turn to parry, and yet its entire body was sent flying along with its two scythes, before it pathetically dived into the shadows.
Joshua turned slightly. Around the Giant God of Steel were expanding fireball that appeared in the cloud of stars around him: Flames of blue, white, orange, yellow and red shone, the dozens of different colored fireballs were gathering, swelling and blazing. Each of them fused, split, shrunk or bloated, the light swiftly changing depending on what they did.
At that moment, Joshua body was orbited by those little stars of endless, powerful light. There were more than forty-five and counting, whirling around the Giant God of Steel like satellites. As those dozens of stars shone at once, all shadow in an optical definition no longer existed, and not even the supernatural aspect of Shadow could pierce that pure celestial domain.
Even without Holy Light, Joshau could repel Shadow—he himself was the torch who ignited the distant unknown, why would he fear the endless darkness?
"Phew—"
The Giant God of Steel lifted all four hands at once, catching four different-sized stars. Unlike natural planetary forms, some of them were pure luminous forms or crystalline stars, while others were fireballs, true stars which surface presents coronas intermittently.
Others were even miniature, fiery galaxies, with spiral arms that revolved with different attributes, kicking up burning sparks. There was also those that were geometrical forms that kept splitting and fusing—there were some which had the shadows of phoenixes growing at its core, or weird, three-legged birds.
In short, there were psionic crystal stars, blazing mana stars, elemental stars, and elemental geometrical stars, as well as stars of Holy Light and stars that were almost alive. In that instant, the God of Steel brought light that could be animated by all Extraordinary powers, illuminating half of the Abyssal Void.
Joshua looked around coldly. All darkness was dissipating, with dimensional turbulences calming with his very presence and forming a colossal bow-shaped formation. Endless light of myriad-colored spectrum and supernatural powers unfurled towards every direction as if a supernova, breaking all shadow and things uncorrelated to those supernatural forces.
The warrior definitely did not know the power of Shadow—but he knew other Extraordinary powers, and as long as he applied what powers he knew and eliminated everything else, what was left were things he did not comprehend.
Radiance shone.
At the very end, a massive demon's form could no longer conceal itself, and leaped out of the Void.
Raggedly, the Demon King Goliath arrived outside the boundary of the stars' illumination, leveling its gaze at the warrior's own from afar.
"Round two…" Joshua said quietly, his lips curling up.
Goliath, however, spoke first. "It's my defeat. I surrender."
"...?"


Joshua woke up in the middle of a battlefield one day only to discover that he has been transmigrated into a popular MMORPG, Continental War. Discovering that he has not only been displaced in space but also in time, Joshua realizes he has knowledge of the events unfolding around the world as he had played through them as game events. Read on to discover how Joshua forges his path toward becoming a legendary warrior embroiled in the struggle of Order and Chaos!

In life I've come to learn that there is no such thing as good or evil, the reasoning behind what's good for you and your people can be the cause of devastation for another. Knowing that I can't condemn a man, who kills to protect something they hold dear, nor to a man who was raised to save countless lives. they do only what they know and learn, so you're definition of evil seems a bit redundant in that regard. So live by your choices, whatever it may be can't really jump to a clear good or bad conclusion.
In that regards I believe self-righteous heroes are made to fulfill the wishes of others deem too weak to do it themselve, they must be loved or feared enough to worship, but not enough to be despise. Hence there's a thin line between a hero and a villain, well actually it's more like a point of view because a great hero to me would be the worse villain to my foe.
Waste your time calling them righteous and all good but your definition of hero is someone who cleans up your mess because you say it's impossible for you to do by yourself, yet the villain would be the other side to this coin he would be the results on the other side of the heroes act. The country your fighting won't see this madness of his complete destruction of their people has an act of heroisms wouldn't they?, terrorism yes the ladder not so much.Yet if u do too good of a job, you'll become a threat to the very country your protecting you see and be dealt with accordingly. I honestly find that out to be a shity conclusion in the life or the definition of a hero; so here's the conclusion or the realization that I've come to. I've decided I rather be none, I won't be your hero nor your villain I choose a different approach why not be a monster.
Monsters to me, I see as a force of freedom for themselves; sounds a bit selfish if you think about it too much. Just bear with me and don't stress too much on the details to get an understanding, but you see I've never seen somebody argue with a natural disaster about it choices. Everything it does it's completely for itself if the end result benefit or leaves you devastated it doesn't matter, didn't care or u just have bad luck.I've always admired that so when I learn about the truth of the world I decided why not be a monster myself. But not just a monster, a monster with enough power and fear to be seen something that cannot be bothered shrouded in mystery no one dare question a true natural disaster. It's been 13 years I've had the thought 4 years to fulfilled it 3 year to reach it, I know now after 20 years I look back and all I want to say to my past self… what the heck were you thinking!. 
I was a kid I wasn't thinking about anything but my goals now I'm left with a plethora of headache to deal with, first of all turns out monsters follow a system of their own strong rule the weak whether they like to or not, for every big boss I beats up I get another subordinate to deal with. Aww after that it didn't take me long to end up with a raid of monsters at my Beck and call, with that my name seemed to travel fast as the wins causing more annoying bosses to come my way, not saying they were easy. Hell no were heck stronger than me, at times just surviving was a bit harder than you could have ever imagine. Luckily through that whole mess I made some good friends and some even terrifying enemies, and after 2 long... hard... painful. 

Exhausting and stressful years of grinding my end goal was right in my face. But you see my old self, you forgot to think of one thing to be a natural disaster a force not to be bother with, you must first take the spots of the one who holds it !.And in my world that title goes to the strongest monster alive a volcano in inhabiting, magma dripping from his mouth immortal, disaster creating Demon King slaying, God killing these are the thing this guy has check off his list I had to get a cheat from both heaven and earth to beat the dude which took months of fighting. A year past after beating the guy, I had another problem on my head you see my old self this is something I cant blame you for cause you wouldn't know. 
The truth behind the system you see between the forces of good and Evil come and unstoppable force, it keeps everything in order when one side get too powerful it comes set things back in balance. I regrettably just so happen to have beaten that's said force. And is currently refusing with all my might to be engage to his daughter, a wicked headache follows me as well as orders for me to be killed on site. As well as plans for my immediate Disposal from both sides for more power, or has they would say for the better good for their nation. 
Luckily present me isn't an idiot so I gave the task of the monster king to one of my subordinate, leave in it behind with my identity. Whether he's trustworthy to the task or not I do believe in one thing, and that is his fear of me, it's been 6 months since my plan has been in action living and I little village outside of all three borders more to the outskirts of the Holy Kingdom llam, a quiet simple lazy life is all I really need.   

But with that's said I'm finding that really hard to do right now, remember the monsters King daughter that I talked about before yeah regrettable as it may be. She was told by her father that anyone strong enough to beat him in the future would you her husband. That which seems to be their tradition I'm doing my damn best to avoid that chick, even here in this Village I tried to keep a low profile I've even been told I seem to be a bit shy for a man living wits his wife and sister. The men from the village will constantly try to get me to join them to a bar or just somewhere to drink and have a good time the people of this Village are very welcoming and kind which is why I chose to stay here they don't ask questions but I still nice and manner able to even strangers. 
I do have a relatively good relationship with the Village chief as far as he knows the three of us are just survivors a slave camp from the demon continents, which has left us very cautious off even our own kind and very fearful of any other which is why we choose to keep to our self. It's a decent story to rack up enough sympathy so, you won't ask for more details, and for the people of the Village to not stick their nose where it doesn't belong. 
Honestly it would be the perfect story to keep people from bothering us but unfortunately, things doesn't go as planned, for it seems my little home just a little outside of town seems to be a bit too popular than I would like it to be. While recalling all of this in my sleep, I a felt  slight sense of danger.
(Sfx pressing force)
 I opened my eyes to be greeted by huge boobs pressed are on my face blocking my eyes and nose.
(Sfx boin)
 which might I say wasn't there when I went to bed. And what the hell is this feeling I have at the side of my pants, as if it's slowly being pulled off. "Crap!, he waking up, you weren't fast enough to take it off"," I thought I told you to muzzle him, while pining him down, your huge knockers must have knock him awake". "What the hell are you bitches doing" I saided ," preserving your lineage my king", "in the process of making a strong baby to overtake you when the time is right, what else does it look like".

At a very young age he realize… the world sucked. Being born into a system that pushes his own justification of Good and Evil, for those who are deemed special having the power to decide that.

 Him being one of those unfortunate cases had to choose to be either a tired hero or retired villain to find peace sure. Relaxation not so much, but wanting to be left alone he decide to go another route the path of the monster King, something so powerful so feared no side would dare bother him, after achieving his goal he was too slow you realize it wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Now living in constant stress what is three companions a slime the princess of the monsters from the former monster King, and a pet Frost Giants. 

Now unbenounced see him he's a key part in keeping the balance of both sides that are about to enter the New Age of War, so now he finds himself fighting instead of going for that lazy forego life he so wanted.

Rin yelled," Take on my second gear!" 
 The swordsman speeds up to Mach four-hundred and frees himself from the troll and dashes behind the troll. Rin is still midair as he does a belly to back suplex to the troll. The enemy lands hard on his shoulders and rolls backward to shift himself back to his feet. 
 The troll speaks, "Take on my eighth gate on for size!" 
 The green aura around him forms into a troll face with a wicked smile. The swordsman uses his third gear and uses all of his current powers. The two warriors rush towards each in blue and green ki and they twist and turn each other. They are moving faster than Mach four-hundred-and twenty!"
 Sonic booms shake the ground as the males are engaged in a deadly game of chicken. Rin gives
the troll a hard kick to the head, but the blow is blocked by the green warrior's left arm. The two warriors struggle for control for several seconds.
 The two warriors back off as they are reading to perform their next move.
 The foe charges his aura in the shape of a troll king's head.
 "Ninth gate!"
 Rin falls down to the ground face first unable to move under the pressure of the powerful ki.
 The troll warrior spoke, "My brother's name is Venjo and I am his brother, Zunabar. I was always one step ahead of my brother!" 
 The vengeful troll used a ki shout to knock Rin several miles.
 Rin spoke, "I have got to get better or I will become bug guts! Everlasting soul times twenty!" 
 The swordsman speed up to Mach five-hundred (around fifty-six percent of light)! Rin punched the unsuspecting warrior in the abs and blew a perfectly cork shaped hole in Zunabar.
 The troll starts to chant something unintelligible and the wound starts to heal itself. A spirit of a
grizzly bear that is standing at twenty feet. A brown ki forms around Zunabar as his muscle expands in 
size and definition. He was so muscular that his cheeks had muscles. The monster rushes at Rin and 
gashes the front of the swordsman. The wound creates a mist of blood to pour from his flesh, which forced the man to speed up to Mach six-hundred (about seventy percent of light travel).
 Rin was moving around the bear troll and striking endless blows on the warrior.
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 Rin stopped his assault on his broken opponent, as he started to heal himself again. This time a wolf spirit powers up the warrior with increased speed, endurance, and senses. The troll gives the hero an iron claw on his left trap muscle, as his hand was a wolf's bite. Blood gushed from the wound as a fountain of blood gushes from his flesh.
  The swordsman spits poison needles in the face of the troll warrior. Rin safely kicks the weapons into the meat of Zunabar. The face of the trolls melts down to the bone as the warriors scream. For a third time, the troll master used his spirit animal to both recover and improve himself. 
 Rin speaks, "For fuck's sake, you have done it, buddy!" 
 The swordsman starts to use his full speed (Mach seven-hundred)! This speed is equal to seventy-eight the speed of light. Zunabar powered up by using the powers of his eagle spirit animal. 
The two warriors are even in speed as they hit each all over their bodies. 
 Rin thought, "I can't go blow for blow with this punk or I'll be beaten to death. I must use shadow step like Grandpa taught me. I have to use shadow step!"

This is the story of Tenlong and his adventures, which take place on the forth planet of the main system of the Singlarr Galaxy

As the battle progressed Angella could not help but begin to pant. Her hair had long stuck to her temple and her blade lay chipped at her side. 
After the first of her [jagged blade] attacks, the vice admiral had obviously wisened up and decided to block the rest of her attacks. 
A circular ice shield stood proudly in his hands, gleaming in the shoddy sunlight that peeked through the lines of black smoke.
The entirety of his right side had frozen up and his breath seemed to steam outward as he stood tall in the face of his still enraged enemy.
[ICE TIME] he called out gritting his teeth in anger as he flourished his hands forward. A gush of icicles formed in the wind that was suddenly blowing, forming a contingent of icy needles that stood opposite his sword wielding foe.
The wind began to build up swirling and spiraling in front of him, a typhoon of ice shards had been formed..
Angella's face ashened, her brown eyes considering the monstrous typhoon that blew from her foes hands. Her cap had long flown away and her otherwise silky black hair had flown out easily behind her.
"[Shard  blade style: petals on the horizon]!" She roared out as her rapier jumped out towards the icy hurricane. Each flourish of the blade seemed to change the flow of the wind, each movement seemed to create the illusion of a cherry blossom shedding, and each move seemed to change the very flow of the battle. 
As an observer if this battle were to be seen, one would find themselves bearing witness to a sky clouding storm of maddening beauty facing off against a ravager of nature. One blue and the other green with tinges of pink. One speckled with ice, while the other seeming only to be a figment of one's imagination.
As Kuzan's move neared her, she could not help but snort, bodily shoving herself in the way of the coming onslaught accompanied with a terrifying attack of her own. 
Kuzan swiftly jumped backward, for the first time in his life worrying in a battle with a non Haki user for his safety.
For some reason it seemed that his Haki had been driven into overdrive. Even as he saw his opponent face off desperately against his attack he could not help but become nervous. For even though he held the upper hand in this conflict, he still felt that it would be a good idea to retreat. Especially as he remembered the warning bursts of Conqueror's Haki that had been fired at him as the ship neared. 
As the two attacks collided, he took a brief amount of satisfaction in the fact that he heard a cry of pain from his opponent over the loud crash that accompanied a collision of a dynamic icy hurricane and the incisive attack of sword energies.
With a roar of rage the two storms contended rupturing the ice beneath their feet and forcing the two ships facing off against each other to sway terrifyingly.
"[ICE GROUND]" he roared loudly as he saw the face of his foe through the fog that remained of the two attacks, all the while shivering at the force that would be required to face off against one of his strongest attacks head on.
The icy flooring rumbled as thorny pillars began to rise from them, each with a terrifying roar of an avalanche over the sea floor. 
As Angella landed on her feat shakily from the force of the previous attacks, a thunderous rumble overcame her senses. Her world seemed to shake as from the solid land that existed below her soles she felt the ice begin to cave outward.
In front of her the entirety of the ice field looked much like the back of a prehistoric reptile, built like a spiky mace.
With a push of her foot against the ground she leapt forward, the world zooming into a different definition as she pushed her senses to identify each and every point of danger on the field.
Her mind seemed to shift into overdrive  as the world decolorized. Becoming a mixture of white and black, only highlighting the points of danger with a red incandescence. 
"[Shard blade style: hell's rose]!" She roared aloud as the walls in front of her broke apart at the stab of her blade. A phantom of a red rose seemed to originate from her hand as it plunged directly to the ice mans location. 
The petals seemed to rotate in an ominous way, each turn seemingly causing a point of sword energy to stream toward the helpless ice man. The energy twisted and turned in an elegant way from the very bottom of the rose's petals curving out from behind the flowers sepals.
Each blade form resembled the hooked end of a harpoon as it descended towards the man, surrounding him from all sides. 
He could not do anything but push his Observation Haki to the maximum as he conjured ice hexagonal shields all over his person to face the attack that zoomed towards him.
[ICE SHIELD] he roared out, once again displaying his utter laziness in naming his attacks. 
Each hexagonal curved ice structure covered one of his vitals as he guardedly looked at the frozen rose. He had tried to evade it as soon as his Haki had warned of an attack but had been too late. The colossal rose seemed to look straight at him as it bloomed, seemingly tracking his every movement.
'Damn of all the times for someone to awaken Haki..' he could not help but fume in his mind as he faced off against the incoming attack. 
As the rose bloomed he could not help but marvel at the beauty of the attack, each petal seemed to hold a fragment of sword energy and as the attack began from the sepals, he could see the rose begin to open up, each petal jumping at him at the intensity of a machine gun.
As the bombardment began, Kuzan was morose, his mind slumped down with an odd tinge of fatigue. Just a few days back he had been forced to kill one of his only friends with his own hands, and after that had to go through a drivel filled report to the five elder stars at the end of which he had been left with a queasy sense of unease as he attempted to reconcile himself by justifying his actions. Then he had had to deal with the arrogant and overly zealotic Sakazuki who had been more than happy to mentally abuse his colleague with a barrage of status reports and overall marine dogma that had at the end of it left him feeling more mentally dead than alive.
Then, he had had to deal with his ship's misfortune and now this? He could not help but diffuse as he finally released his taught muscles. He had been forced to marshal his way through these murky waters for too long. 
Now he had come face to face with a new world level threat. The marine in him wished to terminate this tumor before it made its way into the eyes of any of the emperors but, the human in him merely wanted to curl up and collapse under the mental strain, and under the beauty of the blooming rose he could not help but smile ruefully.

When our dear mc meets god, the only thing he could think of, was that God should not see his embarrassing life, especially not his fetishes. 

Follow along Gol D Lorean, as he adventures the high seas! 
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I suck at summaries, if y'all like one piece Id advise that you look at it, the mc will be op, but not by much, at least at the begining. No harem, a little romance, above average intelligence mc also can be expected! 

Even if mc is dumb, the author shall use his supreme ability to give PLOT credit for his smart deductions!! ?

Asher remained rooted to his spot as a bright twinkle was bursting within his eyes. His whole interest was entirely enraptured by the sight before him. 
He was currently staring at a considerable large shelf filled with numerous rows of scrolls. Each Scroll didn't look distinctly different from the others and could've been mistaken for just containing some old texts. 
But these scrolls hold information that every single student in Balreth Academy desperately wants.
It didn't matter if the student was in the General Job classes, the competition year, or on the Genius Ranking list. Everyone would want at least one of these scrolls. 
These Scrolls' utmost importance held what gives Spirit Tier cultivations an absolute edge in battle.
These Scrolls all contained Special Skills! 
It didn't matter what kind of Special Skill it is; it would always shift the tide of battle or cause an unpredictable outcome. 
Like in Asher's duel with Zara, she could erupt with power far beyond what she can regularly output. Furthermore, even in an absolutely drained state, she was still able to unleash a powerful skill that could've caught most foes off guard.
Although, neither of her Skills matters a single bit to Asher's overwhelming power. Still, even as he was able to neutralize her skills, it didn't lessen Special Skills' overall value in Asher's mind.
He did experience considerable pressure just from the sheer power her Battle Skills Magical Aura could exude. This is why Asher was carefully looking over each Scroll, making sure to spot every finite detail.
Balreth Academy had a plethora of Special Skills. Each Special Special Skills ranged from Battle, Defensive, Enhancement, and unique Skills. 
Asher had read that there were more types of Skills than this, but he wasn't in significant need of those right now.
These Special Skills were only at the lowest rank of Skills, the E rank. 
But even that was divided into layers which are low E-Rank, Mid E-Rank, or High E-Rank. 
Though their ranks were the absolute lowest, each Special Skill here holds a massive sum of power.
And the higher the rank the Skill is, the more complex it was to even start to comprehend. For all Magical Powers that exist in their world, there was an array of Special Skills that have an efficient or perfect affinity with them.
And Asher was looking for something that had the highest affinity with Lightning-type Powers. The current class he's in allowed Asher complete free range to carefully select any Special Skill he wants.
The class was held in a massive gymnasium-type area, and everyone else was involved in some sort of physical activity. Whether it was a rigorous training method or an intense spar, everyone was busy exercising their bodies.
Because of his duel, Asher was able to request specifically learning a Special Skill and skip over the physical training for today. 
The speed Asher showcased and his sheer strength to overpower Zara was more than enough to tell that he had decent physical prowess.
The Professor here had observed a recording of his duel and could precisely analyze the state of Asher's physical prowess. Zara has an experienced Spirit Tier body which would naturally trump any newly awakened students in physical prowess alone.
But not only was Asher faster than her, he could directly clash his fist with her and keep all of his bones intact while also dominating her. That spoke volumes to the Professor than anything Asher could ever normally show during class.
The other students couldn't overly complain as well since they also know their arms would've turned into mangle mash from trying to clash fists with Zara. 
Although, the students still felt a pang of envy since Asher can skip out on these grueling exercises. 
Asher never even paid attention to the other students' envious glares. He was entirely focused on selecting a particular Skill most suited to his fighting style. 
He wanted to go for something that was quick and powerful.
Unless it's a specific situation, Asher never likes to have a fight drag on. The longer a fight stall, the more chances he has to lose it. This was especially crucial for him as he constantly fought life or death battles in the Decrypted Woods.
For two minutes, all Asher was doing was trailing his hands over the various scrolls. He slowly walked along each row of a shelf, narrowing his eyes at multiple descriptions that looked nearly suitable for him.
It wasn't until he had hovered his hand over another seemingly ordinary Scroll that he suddenly heard Yuki's booming voice echo in his mind. 
"Stop! Stop right there! You're red hot on a suitable skill."
And as Yuki prompted him to do, Asher stopped on a dime. He picked up the Scroll while saying in his mind, 'So you can even sense what would be a good Battle skill for us without even looking, huh?'
'Hm, a Ghost ability has many things that will open your mind up. But for now, just read the Scroll over.' Yuki's tone was as confident as usual. 
At this point, Asher nearly has blind faith in Yuki's words.
Legitimately, he couldn't tell a single moment where she had led him astray and didn't make the situation better for him. Even though she is selectively secretive at times, he only chalked it up to her being a very experienced being far beyond his comprehension.
Smiling a little bit, Asher readily complied with Yuki's guide and began opening up the Scroll. His eyes instantly let up from just seconds into reading. 
On the Scroll was, 'Middle E-Rank Omni Striker; Has high affinity with Lightning Type Powers. Unleash a single powerful voltage lightning bolt or barrage voltage lightning bolts.'
Asher quickly thinks over the usefulness of these skills. If he was exchanging moves with a foe who has a high vitality like that masked creature, then this move could be used to build upon the damage.
Or if he's in equal power to his foe, he could unleash a strike that could win it all. Moreover, with the speed of Lightning, he could potentially unleash a surprising attack that can completely catch his foe off guard.
'Though I already expected it, this one would do me nicely. Thanks, Yuki.' 
Asher only heard a slight melodic hum in reply. He had then begun searching his eyes through the gymnasium area.
For the more physically intense class, there were nearly fifty students here compared to the usual standard. Although, even as there were more students, they couldn't take up much space in the massive gymnasium area.
Asher's eyes quickly settled on an isolated spot where he was sure he wouldn't get bothered. He had then walked over and sat cross-legged in this spot and fully unfolded the Scroll.
Beneath the description of the Battle Skill was a beautifully crafted symbol. This Symbol honestly looked amazingly life-like that appeared like it was popping out from the Scroll.
Just from gazing at it alone, Asher sensed a stream of Magical Power flow of the Symbol. 
This Symbol is how anyone starts to learn any Special Skill. 
For starters, a student would need to pour their Aura Sense into the Special Skill Symbol to even see they had the ability to comprehend the energy flowing within it.
Asher was aware that there are some Special Skills that need insanely high comprehension abilities to even begin learning them. 
And even then, just for normal rank Special Skills, it would require even the average experienced Spirit Tier cultivator numerous weeks to learn.
But Asher held a level of assurance with gaining his own Battle Skill. 
He did, after all, perceive and comprehended Spirit Mana in a short amount of time. Furthermore, he can also refine it and see insights into his Ghost Lightning and Ghost Powers.
Right before he was about to start, a thought streaked into Asher's mind. As he was about to potentially get a new powerful ability, his mind briefly wondered about Reese and Kylee.
With this Battle Skill, the distance between them in terms of power will only further grow. 
Because he got so caught up in controlling that conversation with the ranking students and ignited his will to challenge them, his mind slipped on the potentially depressive state they were in.
Thinking about it more deeply, Asher could say he was feeling a little split on his decision. 
From how he was raised, he grew accustomed to picking himself up from a negative mindset and using that to strengthen his will.
The problem for him was that he needs to keep on remembering that for basically every common student here, their lives aren't anywhere near as experienced as him. 
They all were the definition of a standard City person.
And Asher needs to remember that Reese and Kylee weren't exceptions to that standard. 
Though he wants them to grow strong on their own with only minimal help from him and Yuki. He also realizes sometimes, they would need that extra boost of confidence.
Asher would have texted them both already if he didn't have to rush to class from being late. And the use of phones is prohibited in any class. 
Knowing this, Asher reminded himself to text them both after class before dealing with another significantly important meeting.
With his mind all made up, Asher had then focused upon the Battle Skill. He began to pour his Aura Sense directly into the Symbol. Almost immediately, a faint glow sparked within the depths of Asher's eyes.
Inside his mind, he was assaulted with a confusion sensation of the Battle Skill's foreign energy. In his mental scape space, Asher witnessed a blurry form of energy slowly flicker into existence.
Sparks of blue lightning arcs flashed out of the blurry energy, but Asher could only catch a faint afterimage trace of it. 
Those blue lightning arcs were too fast for even his mind to comprehend!
It was a bit surprising to Asher, considering he had recently touched upon a new boundary of his Ghost Lightning which majorly boosted his speed. 
Feeling even better about this Battle Skill, Asher began to merge his Aura Sense with this blurry lightning energy.
Because this wasn't anything coming from his body or Spirit Mana, the process was relatively simple to begin comprehending. Although, how far Asher could get all depended on himself.
At first, the sensation he was perceiving was all confusing and jumbled up, not making any lick of sense. Thankfully, Asher didn't need to worry about this blurry energy disappearing since it came from an external source.
And slowly but surely, Asher's decently high comprehension abilities began to perceive bits and pieces of the Battle Skill's blurry energy. 
Like this, Asher fell into a smooth rhythm and went still like a statue, being entirely absorbed in cultivation.

Asher Vipond is an honest young man ready to have his whole life change forever. He was about to undergo an event that everyone across the entire world eagerly awaits for. 

It was the event where one would awaken their System’s Soul Magical Power!

With this, Asher would be able to gain a powerful mystical ability, cultivate and refine Mana Energy to rise to the top of the food chain in a harsh unforgiving world. 

All of Asher’s hopes and dreams were dependent on this one day and he couldn’t fail no matter what. 

However, in a strange twist of fate, Asher ends awakening a power unknown to all. A power that can be also quite perverse at times. 

And all it cost was….his humanity.

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The white knight, or the blue knight now to be exact, was eluding an aura at least double or even triple of his previous state.

If the previous fast paced battle was one between two ferocious wolves, then now, it would be between a ferocious wolf and a vicious tiger with its claws sharpened.

The knight held his sword with two hands and got into the standard position, his sword at a diagonal angle facing his opponent, his body directly aligned to his foe to prevent any sudden attacks.

"Hey, Leader of the Pyre knights, I hereby order for you to keep your sword and retreat back!" The Crystallite Dragon commanded from above as it flapped its wings, cooling flames surrounding its entire body with anger apparent on its face.

"Young dragon lord, you may be the only son of the Dragon Lord. But firstly, you're still too incompetent for your title to be recognised. Secondly, what would you think would happen if you dear father hears of me ignoring his orders because of you." The Pyre knight stated, his voice devoid of any emotions.

The Crystallite Dragon wanted to rebut, but realised that the Pyre knight was in the right, even he's helpless when left to face the anger of his father. 

While the Pyre knight might face some punishments, they wouldn't be severe enough to affect him even in the slightest, he was one of the important leaders of the entire dragon race after all.

Taking in what seemed like a deep breath, the Crystallite Dragon said with much difficulty "If anything were to happen... I... I'll take full responsibility." 

"I'm sorry young dragon lord, the best I can promise is to spare his life, but I'm afraid that he'll still have to end up a cripple as stated by the laws." The Pyre knight replied as he bowed towards the Crystallite Dragon.

If the Crystallite Dragon had backed off just because his father was brought up, he would only think lower of him and would vote for him to lose the title six years from now.

Even though he stuttered when trying to make the determination, at least he had plucked up the courage to take the first step, all he needed now was time and with his talent, overtaking his father wouldn't be impossible.

But his behaviour had wholly amazed the Pyre knight. The Pyre knight only had expectations for the young dragon lord in his eyes to support the friend to a certain degree, but he actually made the resolution to disobey his father.

Just like how a bird gains independence the moment it learns how to fly, the key for the Crystallite Dragon, was to comprehend the definition of independence and it was through knowing what it meant to treat someone as a friend.

Nightin wasn't even his friend, but he was the first person to make him feel warmth. Everyday back in the Dragon Palace in these fourteen years had treated him coldly. He was expected to become one who doesn't get affected by his feelings, each and every of his actions were under surveillance.

When speaking, he had to ensure that his tone was commanding enough to influence others, when he see those poor or weak suffering, he was expected to help them to the best of his abilities with whatever he possessed, even if it meant his personal properties.

The dragon race might seem like a race which had insatiable hunger for blood and death, but that was only what others think about them.

They were a race filled with compassion for others, no one will ever dig out the truth and realise that it was for them that the dragon race went on a sudden decline.

When cultivating, he would have the best guidance from his seniors and those apex cultivators and coupled with his unprecedented talent, his cultivation soared rapidly and his natural instincts for combat had caught the attention of many.

The generals of all the army would have already roped him in even if it leads to internal war, but all of them dropped the notion upon learning about his true identity.

He was then burdened with the task of helping the dragon clan to rise, to face the cultivation universe once again as the dominant race where everyone would fear yet respect them.

He wasn't allowed to make any friends as it is believed that they might lead him astray, his parents were cold to him and he had never experienced parental love.

Whenever he asks "Father, mother, why are the two of you treating me this coldly, please let Glacier know if I've made any mistake."

Glacier only wanted to experience parental love for once, but that resulted in them totally cutting off all meeting sessions with him except for those solemn ceremonies which requires all members to attend.

Ever since then, he had set a goal which no cultivator from any species or race have ever dared to imagine, breaking past the Overlord realm and step onto the true path of longevity.

"Pyre knight Dake, I demand you to stop without causing any permanent damage to him that would affect his future cultivation!"

Nightin took all this into view as he thought to himself, just what have I done to deserve so much assistance from everyone? Just what is my true identity and what's the reason for me even being the "chosen one?"

The Pyre knight Dake half kneeled and cupped his fists as he sheathed his sword first and answered "Pyre knight Dyke will do as instructed."

"Very well, you may rise." Dake stood up after receiving the orders as he turned to face Nightin once again. 

If he was previously only fighting because of the received orders, it was this young man who had piqued his interest now, just what charm does he possess to help the young dragon lord grow this much?

This young dragon lord, he's the type of leader that I would follow and even give up my life for.

"Come at me with everything you've got young lad."

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Annihilation of the goblins of the Proxima system was complete and merciless. They were of no use alive, and would still be annoying even when dead.

 However... their ships and stations represented a lot of infrastructure and raw materials that was very useful once melted down, purified, and repurposed. The first purposes fabber-ship Zerg hove into the Proxima system, pumping out production modules that would make more production modules that would begin making all the component materials needed to establish factories and production lines here... starting with local defense systems, of course.

 Within a month, the burning wreckage of the goblin ships and settlements was quiet, and wreckage was being fed into the respecced solar furnace for reformation and repurposing, hundreds of tons rapidly becoming thousands, tens of thousands, and increasing every day as the fabber ship Zerg took the raw materials and turned them into production systems.

 The Ranthas had formed their own first exclusive off-world production facility, and it was roaring to life. Given it was being used almost exclusively to make GAMT-class vehicles, most of the open production on Janus was returned to servicing and producing GAMT materials for sale to support the wages of those doing the heavy work, and out-system traffic increased quickly as the upgrading of the home system fleet 'trailed off' and more of the much-desired tech was made available for other Imperial ships and interested parties.

 Mundane munitions were also shipped out as the home system was resupplied. The ship production which had been drawing attention from higher up in the hierarchy trailed off, although much more limited production for the specific needs of the Coronals, Umbrans, and the local Thunder Bulls continued unimpeded.

 Of the Harmonic and Tachyon Drives, no word yet had escaped from the system by human hands. Their crews were all Marked, and let nothing slip concerning them whatsoever. Even the Umbrans and Coronals of Janus said nothing, knowing that if such technology was revealed, they would probably not survive the fallout that would come after it.

 Their only choice was to build, build, and build, until they could face down the reaction from those who didn't want humanity to have such toys... and those humans who didn't want anyone but themselves to command such technology, which was probably the worse threat.

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 Clearing the nearby systems of their alien inhabitants proceeded apace. Psychic and EM jammer buoys were quietly dispersed by the stealth ships lurking in the systems, ensuring that no communication with other systems happened, and the attacks were carried out mercilessly and methodically, not using quite the same battleplan twice, as the massive goblin akasha might instinctively react to similar situations and warn the goblins of what was happening, and figure out a feasible way to resist.

 One attack did its work using thousands of torpedoes guided by carrier ships, crippling the entire system in less than an hour of anti-matter and fusion explosions. One system with an active agri-world worked by human slave labor had its command facilities infiltrated by strike teams, taken over smoothly, and every major camp and city on the planet was assaulted by ground attacks to blood the infantry forces on goblins.

 Stealth teams using teleportation insertion were coordinated in a third system, blowing power cores of the major defense installations across the system and rendering them vulnerable to the Fleet pouncing on them afterwards. 

The fourth system had the fleet hiding inside a comet burning its way towards the center of the system, its course altered to take it close to the major planets. When the ships emerged from the comet and blew it onto a course that plunged it directly onto their major Big Rock to the excitement of all concerned, the goblins didn't react with any more discipline then they had in most of the other cases.

The fifth system was basically full of asteroids and rubble, shattered planets and debris fields. Goblins pirates had a dozen bases spread throughout the place, stopping there between raids on different systems, and the places had literally thousands of different goblin settlements on tiny worlds and rocks floating through the void, spreading through the asteroids like green, black, and yellow mold.

It was a place made for light ships and starfighters. After identifying the major bases, those were annihilated in the first strike wave, and new squadrons of MF-class Gunboats, H-Class bombers and Crescent-class starfighters were deployed for the first time, and the whole system erupted in crazy dogfights as the many, many goblin clans sent out wave after wave of fighters, flitters, mining ships, and haulers to bedevil their enemies.

The sixth system somehow found out they were coming, but that didn't surprise them, as the stealth ships noticed they were making urgent preparations to fight. Guesses were that some sort of psychic communication had been interrupted, and then attempts to communicate with other systems had failed, perhaps an unseen pirate managing to enter one of the other ravaged systems and escaping to spread the news.

Sabot charges placed long, long ago and built over in the traditional Goblin manner went off, and their fortresses went down and dark just as the System Fleet came pouring in to practice pounding them down. The system became a classic Goblin/Human brawl of ships and styles, with the goblins frequently wondering just how the humans seemed to coordinate so wonderfully and have such accurate knowledge of their ships and positions. All their major assets were taking off-line explosively, and the massive Motherships beloved of the hobgoblins and H-K's of the urgobs never really got to show their stuff before being dealt with by either internal raids of surprising lethality or ambush attacks out of the void.

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 "Cellulocusts."

 Splotches and blots spread across the system readings before them. Sixteen moon-sized motherships, silently soaking up the sunlight, growing more lesser vessels like buds on their gargantuan masses, which remained attached to them like limitless leaves on trees.

 The plant-like biovores were one of the most voracious races in the galaxy. Unlike the xenos, the cellulocusts did not do well without regular exposure to sunlight. The great leaves of the motherships covered hundreds of thousands of square miles like super-efficient solar converters, spinning sunlight, gases, and hydrocarbons into new life-forms. Where they went, they stripped worlds of organic materials and water, then soaked in enough sunlight until they made some sort of decision and employed gravity manipulation to head to the next system to feed again, either following some ageless path of migration around the galaxy as worlds recovered and regrew behind them, or somehow sensing worlds where organic life was thriving.

 Their attacks were the very definition of a swarm, concentrating on overwhelming numbers and ready sacrifice to overcome any foe. If they had intelligence, nobody knew, and nobody wanted to contact such a feral, aggressive plant form that considered meat creatures just more fertilizer.

 With enough sunlight, the cellulocusts could recapture and reconvert any losses, so such things were just considered temporary to them. They had never been known to flee any engagement, and nothing less then a full Sector Fleet had been able to destroy a Swarm of them... and never the worlds in the system, which had all been infested with seedlings and Omega Sanctioned helplessly.

 Naturally the worlds in this system were stripped of almost all atmosphere and water, and nothing remained on them except for a basic moss that would slowly break down matter of the mantle, slowly accumulating an atomosphere, releasing water, and growing and mutating into other lifeforms, to be harvested again in several million years.

 They would have to be Omega Sanctioned as well...

 Sixteen Motherships. Only fully Dark stealthships got within an AU of them, no psionic use allowed, and no radiant drives for the phenomenally light-sensitive cellulocusts to respond to. Even their course had to be erratic, as eclipsing a star along a course could be enough to warn the massive root-minds of the creatures.

 A full cellulocust Swarm 12.6 light years away. At basic jam with ramscoops and solar sails, that was .35c, or thirty-six years away, if they chose to come to Janus III.

 Archeological data into deep ice at the polar caps indicated that Janus III had once been a verdant world... and might well have once sprung from a cellulocust world-seeding, if the genetests were correct.

 Might they be a little annoyed to find a Warpzone corrupting their little garden world and making it impossible to harvest? While they might not be angry as humans knew it, they would probably take steps to clean up the situation... and harvest what they could from the world, which would naturally include the entire human population.

 So, if the cellulocusts moved, they were suddenly on a timetable, which was most definitely not a desirable thing to have happen.

 Putting out word about this threat was definitely not a bad idea whatsoever. The only viable place to fight them was in deep space, in transit between system, unless they wanted to lose any viable planets in a system. Even then, the cellulocusts would launch spores in their death throes, equipped with miniscule, primitive gravity drives and photoreceptors to guide them towards stars and worlds where they could fall, take seed, and be reborn in some far future.

 Truly an eternal, hard to kill foe. No race was known to bother them in their transitions, and word had come from different, elder races that it was easier to just abandon a planet then fight the cellulocusts. Humanity had only ever beaten a Swarm once, and even then, lost the system to Omega Sanctions. In doing so, every Swarm encountered since had been unremittingly hostile to any human vessel, which meant the Swarms could communicate with one another across the galaxy, and differentiate species from their vessels alone, probably by sensing their akashic linkages.

 Truly an old, ancient, and implacable foe, as remorseless as weeds, patient as moss, and relentless as mold.

 And someone else had already pissed them off, so now humanity had to deal with them. Wonderful... because nobody knew how many Swarms of them were out there.

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Gloomheart...

 Our fame/infamy/rep continued to grow as we headed towards the Heart of Blood, as a whole bunch of suicidal types looking to become very famous or more likely very dead were doing, all across this subspace.

 Still, our ratings on both lists and viewers of our matches continued to climb. It wasn't that breshkt hadn't done well for themselves in the past, but four of us together was quite a thing, and was definitely earning us all sorts of proposals for our services in other ways. As those who we actually accepted invitations had all ended up dead in violent and expressive ways, nobody had any idea how good we were in bed... but they were plenty willing to pay us to show people they didn't like the details thereof, given what inevitably happened.

 It was a pleasant and violent time, exposed us to ever-higher levels of drow society, ever more dangerous assassins, nobles, bodyguards, mercenaries, and bounty hunters, and generally ratcheted the entertainment level up continuously.

 Four breshkt swordswomen, and we were so bloody hard to kill...

 It was fun to see the commentaries about us. Celestia's terrifyingly lethal swordplay; Jensa's precise and penetrating killstrokes; Keva's elegant and mystifyingly obtuse style; and my pure overwhelmingly brutal and arrogant forms that gave them simply no chances. There were dozens of commentaries on how to beat us, which surprisingly didn't work very well for all those who tried such things. It was like we knew what our own weaknesses were, and min-maxed to cover them.

 Now, there were two very different types of combat we had to be good at, namely in arena and out of it.

 In arena, you were allowed only melee weapons. Using missile weapons was a fatal no-no, taking away all the fun of the struggle. This was hardly an issue with us, as beating on things bigger than we were was what Ranthas called great fun, thank you, may we have another?

 Outside the arena, active use of psionic effects was the death sentence, but we could use Gear and ranged attacks to our heart's content. Naturally, we did so, especially on those who were very, very concerned about getting into range of our blades. It was so charming of them, we gave them tons of pointy presents to think about and drool over.

Note: As of 5/15/2020, this novel has moved to Royal Road (chapter 534). Book Two is nearly done, at 657 chapters. Book Three will follow on its own page at Royal Road! (8/18/20)
 
Some time ago, a great and powerful Archmage tried to save the planet of Terra from impeding disaster by inventing a VR game to train the gamers who survived the apocalypse to defend humanity.

That game was the Power of Ten.

This is not that story.

This is the story of what happens when your patron gods realize you've invented a system to imprint ass-kicking VR characters onto souls, and decide to take advantage of some of those character templates!

Book One:
Join Sama and her allies as she first has to endure what it means to be a hagchild, and then on her road to Ten!
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Book Two: Space, the final frontier. In the grim darkness of the far future of a galaxy far, far away, there came a hagchild...
QX!
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 added 10/24/2019!

Updates Daily (on Royal Road now). Average Chapter length is about 2,000 Words (4+ Word Pages).

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