A guide of the Fundamental of Faith for Church Leaders and Ministry.

In the 136th Year of Iron, the Church of Light changed its calendar to the Years of Holy Light. This year, the Church officially declared itself to be the representative of God, and its position was solidified by the presence of the Saintess. The Pope and the Saintess were both seen as messengers of God. The Church's power expanded exponentially. By then, it had begun to control even more human kingdoms and even affected the kingdoms of the orcs as well. The Church's power began to overshadow the monarchy. The Saintess's supernatural power and status as a descendant of God were more than enough to convince the human rulers and noblemen of the Church's legitimacy.
In the 3rd Year of Holy Light, Crete Empire's Elliot VII renounced the Church of Light. Saintess Kelly led an army into his capital and easily captured the emperor without any casualties or actual conflict. They removed him from power, announced him as a heretic, and executed him publicly. After that, they crowned his nephew as the new king, Elliot VIII. Fearing the powerful influence of the Church, other monarchs and noblemen allied themselves against the Church.
In the 5th Year of Holy Light, the Church Knights defeated the united army of Luhmann and Mara Kingdoms in the city of Rus, forcing the two kingdoms to bow before the Church's power. The two kings were also forced to go to the Church to receive its blessing and coronation. The Church also had the rights to station troops in these kingdoms, monitor their activities, and collect taxes from their people.
After that, the numerous human kingdoms in and around the central province began to follow the Church's orders, and the Church reigned supreme. Abdications and the passing of the crown could only be carried out by attending the Church's ceremony. Events like coronations had to be performed in front of the Pope and the Saintess of the Church in order to be legitimate. The Church had the rights to remove any king or governmental official from power. It also had the power to preach anywhere in any kingdoms, and the kings could not reject them with any reason!
That same year, the Church built the Kingdom of the Church of Light, and the city of Rus was renamed as St. Sarl. The kingdom covered the entire Bull Mountain Range and most parts of the Castro Province of the Crete Empire. In addition, several cities of Luhmann and Mara Kingdoms, as well as two smaller nations, also joined the new kingdom. This marked the height of the Church's power and reputation. More than half of the human kingdoms were under the Church's control.
At the same time, the Church also denounced all other religions and formed organizations to capture any heretics. In this name, it captured many people who tried to resist the Church. It also created a special organization consisting of many Judges of Light who would monitor the activities of all the kingdoms and spy on their internal intel. The Church's power seemed to be at its peak, and no one could object to it. No one, not even kings, noblemen, and Bloodline Knights, could fight against the Church's ruling!
Delmatina was located within Luhmann Kingdom and covered mostly by forests and mountains. It was where Luhmann Kingdom's most ancient mountains were located. Surrounding the mountain ranges was a huge, primal forest. Due to the tall trees, the landscape within the forests was dark and unpredictable, and it was filled with many swamps. The heavy fog common in this forest and the treacherous terrain made traveling there almost impossible. Many explorers had disappeared into this forest, leaving numerous horror stories behind. Therefore, the place was also known as the Black Forest.
Lu Zhiyu placed his newly constructed insect nest in the depths of the Dark Forest, on a lonely cliffside that was very difficult to access. He had reconstructed this insect nest, turning it into an organism with an independent mind. Then, he assumed control over this new organism through his dream space. This was the only intact insect nest left over after the deaths of the insect queens. He had wiped away the insects' spiritual imprints and assumed full control over it.
From then on, this insect nest which once represented the height of the insects' biotechnology belonged to Lu Zhiyu. The most important thing was that this nest would act as a life-generating machine. As long as he had control over it, he could design any form of life and place the template into the nest. The organism would just grow out of the nest!
Previously, he had to go through all the trouble of breeding the embryos, finding a suitable mother, and helping the mother to deliver the organisms. Before he had the biological chambers, he even had to raise them up slowly. Now, as long as he could provide a complete template, the nest would return him with a fully mature organism!
This was almost like entering an industrialized civilization from a primitive one. The insect nest was like a processing plant for living things. As long as it had sufficient energy and compounds, it could work continuously!
After the reconstruction, the nest appeared as a black circular ball that was over ten meters tall. It had a very strong outer shell that would allow it to stand even after receiving significant damage.
After Lu Zhiyu had turned the nest into an organism, he had originally wanted to call it Life One. After a while, he abandoned that name and renamed it Gaia, which meant the mother of earth and life!
Gaia had basic intelligence, and Lu Zhiyu even used the sub-brain's template on it, turning it into something akin to a large organic computer. Any organism born from Gaia would always be under its control.
Since the beginning of the Years of Holy Light, Lu Zhiyu had been meditating a lot and trying to create a mythical creature template at the same time. From then to now, five years had passed, and he was progressing smoothly, especially now that he had finally assimilated Sakun's soul into his dream space. This act boosted his mind power significantly. At the moment, Lu Zhiyu had 4203 SFU of mind power. He only needed another five years to deify his entire body.
So far, however, he had not succeeded in creating the mythical creature templates. Most of his attempts had ended in failure, even though according to his sub-brain's calculations the life templates were complete and stable.
In addition, Lu Zhiyu did not have any mythical creature specimens to experiment on. Clearly, he would not experiment on himself. Until he was completely certain that the procedure was safe and perfect, he would not risk his own life. Only after he tried the experiment on other organisms and was confident enough, he would do it to himself.
Lu Zhiyu tried to recreate the soul of the Tree of Life a few times but failed as well. He found that forming a soul was not as easy as he thought it would be. It seemed to be closely related to the power of faith only heard in stories. However, Lu Zhiyu still could not feel the so-called power of faith. It was a fundamental power, one that was related to the basic laws governing the universe and formation of awarenesses of living beings. At the moment, he could not yet understand something so arcane.
Therefore, Lu Zhiyu had taken a step back and begun working on magical beasts. These so-called magical beasts were effectively spawns of mythical creatures. However, Lu Zhiyu was planning to use Sakun's deified cells. After modifying them suitably, he would turn ordinary organisms into magical beasts. Because Sakun was dead, these beasts would not be bound by Sakun's life imprint. Furthermore, Sakun's original life template in its deified cells would also be changed, so these beasts would be nothing like the Children of the Sea!
Lu Zhiyu had decided to call them magical beasts, but he had yet to create any. Because the dimensional castle was not an appropriate place to create them, Lu Zhiyu had decided to move his laboratory to the Black Forest. He would create magical beasts and carry out experiments on them in order to complete his mythical creature template. At the meantime, he would realize his Wizard Civilization Creation Plan!


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.
“Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”
“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”
I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

The little boy put on his clothes for the cold and then told his father:

"Ok dad I'm ready"

His Dad, the pastor, said: "Ready for what?"

"Dad, it's time to go outside and distribute our flyers."

Dad replied: "Son, it's very cold outside and it's drizzling."

The child looked surprised at his father and said: "But dad, people need to know about God even on rainy days."

Dad replied, "Son, I'm not going outside in this weather."

With despair, the child said: "Dad, can I go alone? Please!"

His father waited for a moment and then said: "Son, you can go. Here's the flyers, be careful."

"Thank you dad!"

And with this, the son went out into the rain. The 11-Year-old walked all the streets of the village, handing out the flyers to the people he saw.

After 2 hours walking in the rain and in the cold and with his last flyer in his hand, he stopped in a corner to see if he saw someone to give the flyer too, but the streets were totally deserted. Then he turned to the first house he saw, walked to the front door, touched the bell several times and waited, but no one came out.

Finally the boy turned to leave, but something stopped him. The child turned back to the door and began to touch the bell and pound the door strongly with his knuckles. He kept waiting. Finally the door was opened gently.

A lady came out with a very sad look and gently asked:

"What can I do for you, son?
With radiant eyes and a bright smile the child said:

"Lady, I'm sorry if I upset you, but I just want to tell you that God really loves you and that I came to give you my last flyer, which talks about God and His great love

The boy then gave her the flyer.

She just said, "Thank you, son, God bless you!"

Well, next Sabbath morning, the pastor was in the pulpit and when the service began he asked:

"Someone has a testimony or something they want to share?"

Gently, in the back row of the church, an older lady stood up. When she started talking, a radiant and glorious look sprouted from her eyes:

"Nobody in this church knows me. I have never been here, even last Saturday I was not Christian.

My husband died a while ago leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Saturday was a particularly cold and rainy day, and it was also in my heart; that on that day I came to the end of the road, since I had no hope and didn't want to live anymore.

Then I took a chair and a rope and went up to the attic of my house. I tied and one end of the rope to the rafters of the roof; then I climbed onto the chair and put the other end of the rope around my neck.

I then stood on the chair, so alone and heartbroken, I was about to throw myself off the chair, when suddenly I heard the loud sound of the door being knocked.

So I thought: "I'll wait for a minute and whoever it is will go"

I waited and waited, but the door knocking was getting louder and louder every time. It got so loud that I couldn't ignore it anymore. 

So I wondered, who could it be?
No one ever comes close to my door or come to visit me!
I released the rope from my neck and went to the door, while the bell was still ringing and the door was still being knocked on.

When I opened the door, I couldn't believe what my eyes saw, in front of my door was the most radiant and angelic child I've ever seen.
He's smile, ohhh, I can never describe it! The words that came out of his mouth made my heart, dead so long ago, come back to life, when he said with the VOICE OF CHERUB: "Lady, I just want to tell you that God really loves you"

"When the little angel disappeared between the cold and the rain, I closed my door and read every word of the flyer.
Then I went to the attic to remove the chair and rope.

I didn't need them anymore. As you see. Now I am a happy daughter of the King.
As the direction of the boy, when he left, was to this church, I came personally say thank you to that little angel of God who came just in time and, in fact, to rescue my life from an eternity in hell. And replaced it with an eternity in God's presence. "

Everyone cried in the church.

The Pastor came down from the pulpit to the first bench of the front, where the little angel was sitting; he took his son in his arms and cried uncontrollably.
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Don't let this message die of cold; after reading it, pass it on to others.

Remember, God's message can make a big difference in someone's life, never be afraid to spread it. We just don't know who's life we may change by our actions/or words. 
So let's make a difference 🙌

Bless me Father for I have sinned.

I joined the clergy to help people, to make a difference. For the most part I like to think that's true. When someone came to me and poured out his soul, it is my obligation to take that confession with me to the grave.

There are no exceptions. And those who do give up the details are often excommunicated from the church.

You might imagine that there are instances where this proves to be a crisis of conscience for the pastor involved.

I'm here to relate one of those instances to you. Most might think that by doing so I am breaking the pastor-penitent privilege, but there are certain… loopholes which protect me. I will explain them first before we get started.

>the confessionary will never be named, so do not ask in the comments who it might be, it will do you no good.

>the events have long passed and most parties involved are dead. Only god may be their judge now for their actions.

>certain aspects of the account will require a specific time or place; those portions of the story I will be using public records that do not break the seal of confession

I joined the priesthood at the instance of my father, one himself for well over thirty years.

"There can be no higher calling for a man," he told me, beaming with pride as I announced I had been appointed over a local youth ministry.

I felt confident that I could make a difference helping troubled teens since I was one myself.

But as soon as I finished my vows, the Devil saw to it that I would be tested.

The morning in question was a quiet one, I had just finished cleaning the pews and unlocking the doors to our chapel when I saw a young man standing not far from me shaking like a leaf.

"Are you all right? It's nearly thirty degrees outside, you could catch a death of cold," I called out to him. The boy didn't make a reply and for a short moment as I finished setting things up for morning worship, I forgot about him.

We have a fairly sophisticated security system in my congregation that gives us a chance to view the exterior straight from the safety of the church. When the system kicked on I was quite surprised to see that the young man was still standing out there even though it had begun to sleet.

Feeling my heart go out to him, I went across the chapel to grab a warm blanket and called out to him from the doorway again.

"Come in from the cold my child!" I urged him.

At first it seemed like he was going to ignore my offer, but something inside him convinced him to accept.

Once inside, I guided him toward the mess hall and remarked, "You look like you haven't eaten in days… we have a surplus of food here we save for the homeless. What can I get you?"

The young man said nothing, tugging at the edge of his blanket and shivering uncontrollably as I took a better look at his appearance. It was no stretch of the imagination to assume that this boy had likely been living on the streets for years.

It was still early and most of the cooks hadn't shown up for breakfast so I went to the pantry to grab something simple. As I was walking out of the storeroom the boy surprised me, blocking my way.

"Do you believe in God, Father?" he whispered. I smiled softly as I placed my hand on his right shoulder. "I think I would be in the wrong profession if I did not believe, my child." I tried to go around but his feet were planted squarely on the ground, refusing to budge. Something was troubling this boy, and I felt obligated to continue our conversation.

"Have you lost your faith in our Lord?" I asked.

"If god exists, why does evil exist? Is god evil?" the boy asked as he grabbed my hand.

He looked confused and heartbroken, as if someone had just taken away his entire world.

"Let's sit and break bread. Maybe then I can help you find comfort for your soul?" I suggested.

Reluctantly he agreed as long as he had a firm hand in mine and we walked together back to the table where I prepared the meal.

"Tell me what is troubling you?"

He fidgeted as he watched me and muttered, "I think evil people outnumber good. And that no one protects the good. No one cares. Not even god."

"Has something happened in your life recently that has led to this crisis of faith?" I asked.

He bit his lip, and I saw a twitch in his hands. I was right. He was hiding something.

"My child you are in the House of God, you can lay your sins bare," I told him as I pushed the plate of food toward his outstretched hands.

"I'm not a bad person," he insisted as he started to scarf down the food.

"We have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of god… if you come to him in repentance he can help you," I replied. I've learned over the years that there are certain ways that you can make a person talk, to unburden whatever guilt they have. I could tell that the boy was going to tell me what was on his mind, it was just a matter of coaxing him. To make him feel at ease.

"I haven't done anything wrong," the boy answered getting more upset.

"Have you ever considered doing something bad though?" I countered and that made him more uncomfortable. I didn't want him to completely clamp up when he was close to saying what was on his mind so I changed the topic and discussed the upcoming worship services we would have there.

"You can feel free to attend any of these," I said.

"I've thought about hurting people before. Is that a sin?" he blurted out.

I had to choose my words carefully. I didn't want him to think that he couldn't open up further to me.

"I think that God understands we all have sinful inclinations.:. But it's when we act upon them that can be detrimental," I responded.

"How is something considered a sin, and something not?"

I paused, a bit perplexed by that. Even after all my years as a pastor it wasn't exactly an easy thing to pin down.

"God gave us a conscience my son. If it feels wrong, if you are consumed with guilt… then you know it is wrong," I told him.

He mulled over that a moment before remarking, "So if you don't feel bad, it isn't a sin?"

I sighed. "It's a bit more complicated than that I'm afraid."

"How are we to decide what we should feel bad about or not?"

"As I explained, our God-given conscience can guide us…"

He was leading toward some special purpose I could tell. It was simply a matter of having him say this aloud.

"I think god punishing the wicked is a sin," he whispered.

"Because you think it is not always a case of black and white?" I guessed. He nodded slowly.

"God works in mysterious ways. We cannot decide how he perceives sin."

"But if we punish those we consider wicked… it would be. So why does God get a free pass?" the boy muttered in frustration.

"His ways are higher than our ways," I counseled the child.

"Then I want to be like god. Knowing good and bad," he spat out and then looked at me squarely in the eye. "Would it be such a sin if I was trying to be like god?"

"I think that if we follow in his footsteps, that's the closest to perfection we can ever come," I told him. The storm thundered loudly outside and the boy finished his meal before thanking me.

"You've been very kind, Father," he said as he tossed his utensils away.

"There's no need to leave now… not in this weather," I advised him.

Something told me I should keep there, but the boy wasn't compelled to listen. His desire for vengeance and quest to right whatever personal wrongs sounded like it had the potential to spill over and cause all kinds of problems if he acted on it.

"It must be hard being god," he whispered as he stood at the door.

Then he left.

I watched him go, concerned by the ominous message of his words; but knew little of what to do about them.

Later that same week I found in the paper good reason for my concern.

School shooting renders 8 in critical condition at hospital, 3 more dead including shooter it said.

All the Hail Mary's at my disposal felt hollow that day. Because I was certain that by letting him unburden his soul, I had given that young boy the tools to feel like god.

I wonder then, if that made me the Devil?

Albus Dumbledore once again sat behind his desk with his chin resting on his steepled fingers.

Alastor Moody sat across from him with a gnarled smirk on his face. He had news for Dumbledore and, contrary to his usual grim demeanor, he looked almost too giddy to be able to tell it.

"Well, my old friend," Dumbledore said, "what brings you here today? You said it was quite urgent."

The old Auror grinned a grin that would have half the student population quaking in fear as he returned the Headmaster's gaze.

"Aye, I'd have to say it was urgent indeed. It seems that the Dark Lord has gone and lost himself one of his Inner Circle."

Dumbledore's mind reeled with the possibilities, depending on who had been captured the balance of power in this war could be drastically shifted. 

If it was Bellatrix LeStrange then Voldemort had lost one of his best fighters but not a truly key strategic player. 

If it was Rudolfus or Rastaban then it made little difference in the long run, but if it was...

"So tell me, Alastor, who has the Ministry captured?" he asked.

"No one."

"But you just said..."

Old Mad-Eye grinned even wider, showing several missing molars on the left side of his mouth. 

"I said that Ol' Tom has lost a major player. I didn't say that the effing Ministry had managed to catch a cold."

"So what has happened?" 

Albus enjoyed dragging out the moment as well as anyone, when he was doing the dragging, but this banter was beginning to wear thin.

"Lucius Malfoy has managed to get himself killed," Moody said gleefully.

"How?"

 asked Dumbledore, trying to think of some means by which Lucius Malfoy, probably the most valuable, and therefore dangerous, of Voldemort's minions could have died.

"Did he make some error that Voldemort thought deserved that punishment?"

Moody barked a sharp laugh. 

"Not hardly. I'd expect Voldemort is beside himself right about now trying to figure out how it happened." 

The old Auror's eyes twinkled brightly enough to make Dumbledore jealous.

"And you know?"

Moody nodded like a happy house elf. 

"He caught some stranger diddling around with his Missus. It seems that Lucky Lucy took two bully boys with him and reckoned he was well set to take care of his problem. He was mistaken."

"What happened? Who was it that out-dueled three Death Eaters?"

"There was no duel," Moody snarked. "The way it looks, Malfoy and his pals show up and this fellow just tosses them all out of a window, neat as you please. Then..." 

Moody had problems continuing around a sudden fit of sniggering. 

"Then he goes right back to diddling with Narcissa." 

The old Auror slapped his knee at the image of that. 

"They sent Shacklebot and I to investigate we had the devil's own time of it getting him to just answer the door."

"Alastor!" Dumbledore said sharply to get the man's attention. "Who was it?"

Moody shook his head, suddenly all business.

"Don't really know him. He's new on the scene. Some wanker named Odysseus Perrilloux." 

Albus started at the familiar name and Mad-Eye noticed. 

"Do ye know him, Albus?"

"We've never met," Albus said calmly. "However, he has applied to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Instructor."

"Then I'd say hire him, and right quick."

"He's a murderer, Alastor."

Moody rolled his one good eye and snorted at the stupid idea. 

"Who's he kilt, eh? Three stinkin' Death Eaters, that's who! I've done it to more than that and you wanted to hire me as I recall. Besides if things proceeded like I know it will, then you will need a new DADA professor next year. And it ain't gunna be me ya hear?" 

Albus nodded his head, so far only Gilderoy Lockhart has applied for the position. At The thought of that fraud the Headmaster seemed to hesitate for a moment, contemplating his friend's words.

"You said you've never even met him before." Albus once again nodded.

"Well, what could it hurt to talk to him?"

Albus nodded silently again. Indeed, what could it hurt to speak with the man and see what he was like? 

A new ally would be welcome and a new enemy should be evaluated as quickly as possible.

Suddenly Moody's voice broke the silence once again.

"Oh Kingsley and I decided to keep things hush hush, we reported that this was a disagreement between 'former' Death Eaters. The public will make what they will about it, anybody who can clean up society the way that lad did deserves a pass in my book."


Albus remained quiet, he and his friend never seem to agree on this subject. The only time they seemed to agree on anything related to the punishment of Death Eaters, was on Bellatrix Lestrange's case.

Moody lobbied to her receive a check up at St Mungos for dark spells, mind altering spell and unconcented magical contracts. But sadly the ministry of magic rejected all pleas.

~~~

Odysseus Perrilloux sat over his lunch at the Leaky Cauldron and pondered the events of the previous day. 

They had been quite expensive in terms of money, what with the clothes and the cost of the suite at the Hotel for the night. Not that it mattered since he was probably the richest wizard in Europe right now

Still a lifetime of adventuring had ingrained certain actions deep in his core, the two money bags he had liberated from the Death Eaters before disposing of them had actually turned a tidy profit on the deal. 

He had also liberated the vault keys of the other two Death Eaters, though he didn't clean them out of their money he used 'Scholars touch' on all the books and tomes in there.

Pure bloods were fairly easy creatures, thus making them easy to understand. Like those pesky dragons from his old world they like to hoarde, and any good hoarders of valuables they like to have a back up.

Hence every book in any pure blood family's library is a copy, the originals were all stored in their vaults for safe keeping. And having their keys allowed him unfettered access to that said treasure trove of knowledge, ut could not get any better yer right?

Well yes it can get Better yet, he thought, Lucius was officially out of the picture for good now. Voldemort would be missing his key strategist as well as his largest source of funding. 

Although Narcissa had control of that money now and she could quite easily hand it right over to snake-face. 

Narcissa, he thought, he would have smiled if his jaws weren't quite so sore. Who'd have thought that it took so much... His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of an owl at his table. 

By the lofty look of it, it was a Hogwarts owl. Harry fed it a bit of meat and hastily untied the note it was carrying.

Dear Mr. Perrilloux,

We here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are indeed looking for a new face to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Although I am afraid that I am unaware of your reputation, I feel it may be worthwhile if we met and discussed your qualifications in person at your earliest convenience.

Would tomorrow at 9 a.m. be suitable?

Yours truly,

Albus Dumbledore

Odysseus didn't bother to read the listing of the Headmaster's titles. He knew them all by heart. 

Anyway, it wouldn't list 'future corpse' among them, and that was the only title that he was particularly interested in at this time.

So, his letter had gotten the old man intrigued after all? Or perhaps he had already heard of the events surrounding dear Lucius's death.

News would have had to travel fast in order to reach Scotland by first light, when the Headmaster would have had to have sent this owl, but then Dumbledore had several sets of ears within the Aurors and they would certainly be discussing this topic with great vigor. Either way, he had gotten his interview; now all he had to do was get the job.

Odysseus was finishing his lunch when a second owl joined him. It was a regal black Eagle Owl whose ownership Harry immediately recalled. The unsigned note read simply: 

I have secured the room for another night, if you would care to join me. Somehow, Oddyseus thought he wasn't going to make it to Hogwarts by 9 in the morning.

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Albus Dumbledore deliberately laid his hands flat on the desk in front of him. If he steepled them any longer he was afraid the Church of England would declare them a sanctuary. 

It was almost half ten in the morning and he had been waiting for his appointment since leaving breakfast.

With an exasperated sigh, he reached towards the large stack of parchment resting in his In box when a light bell signaled that the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to his office had moved aside to allow someone entrance. 

Assuming that it was one of the Professors, he absently called out, "Enter" when a knock sounded.


He was quite astonished when, instead of Professor McGonagall or perhaps Severus entering to tell him his visitor had arrived and was lost somewhere in the dungeons, a man he had never met before strode confidently into the room.

 He was impeccably dressed in a white Muggle three piece suit complimented with white shoes and a cane. It was quite clear that everything were obviously of the highest quality. 

He was taller than average with a lean build that spoke of great natural athleticism. He had not the brutish gait of a bodybuilder but rather the agile grace of a dancer as he walked. 

His face was that of a young man but the cold, hard look in his eyes and the way he surveyed the room upon entering, showed either unexpected age, tragedy, sorrow and a great deal of battles. The man stopped in front of the desk and extended his right hand

"Professor Dumbledore, I presume? Your chocolate frog card does not do you justice."

~~~

Odysseus awoke to the sun shining in through the glass door to the balcony, the same door that he had shattered with Lucius Malfoy less than 48 hours previously. 

He shook his head to clear away those thoughts and by doing so disturbed Narcissa who was sleeping cuddled up against his side. He gently kissed her forehead and shushed her back to sleep before easing himself out of the bed.

After a quick shower, he casted cleaning spells on the clothes he had worn last night. They were the Black muggle suit that he had bought recently at a high end Muggle store for his 'first date' with Narcissa at the hotel, but he had decided that wearing all black would be in poor taste. 

He was right in his assumption that he wouldn't be needing them at that time, since once he got there things got frisky very fast and a suit would have been cumbersome.

Now he was faced with a dilemma. What to wear, his Wizarding or Muggle dress for his interview with Dumbledore in a few hours, or go back to his other hotel room and change.

Tangentially, he realized that he couldn't keep living in hotels and that he would likely need to officially move to his manor soon, especially whether or not he gets the job at Hogwarts he would still be free until the start of next school year.

With a smirk, he chose neither clothing option. Instead, he decided to return to one of the shops outside the hotel and indulge himself in another top-of-the-line outfit. 

He felt he deserved it after the night he had had. Dashing off a brief note for the still sleeping Narcissa he left quietly.

After his shopping was done, he Apparated to the gates of Hogwarts and walked up to the front doors.

It was slightly after ten when he arrived but he didn't notice or care. His feet taking the well remembered path to the Headmasters office.

Odysseus allowed himself to savor the nostalgia that being back at Hogwarts evoked. 

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the gargoyle and guessing sweets.

At the mention of blood pops, the statue stepped aside and Harry rode the spiral stairs upwards. 

He knocked on the closed door and, at Dumbledore's call of "enter", opened it and walked in.

Odysseus had thought that he had steeled himself for the sight of a living, breathing legend called Albus Dumbledore. But still the realization that this old fucker, looked a lot like some cheap imitation of Bobcot actually shocked him greatly.

Oddyseus quick activated 'Mind Blank' instead of his Occlumency shields, he did not want to risk it with this old man. He strode over to Dumbledore's desk as if he owned the school and held out his right hand.

"Professor Dumbledore, I presume. Your chocolate frog card doesn't do you justice."

Albus rose and shook his hand. 

"Yes, I'm afraid it is the price one has to pay for mass production. Not to mention a bit of chocolate smeared across the face of the card by an eager young hand, eh?" 

Odysseus chuckled politely at the joke and waited. 

"And you are Mr. Odysseus Perrilloux, yes?"

Oddyseus nodded and, at a gesture from Dumbledore, took the chair opposite the desk

'And now he battle of witts shall commence.'

Not my novel I uploaded it here so I can listen to it on the audiobook while I work

Also this novel is a remix of an already existing one, The original author is BJH
the link is https://ficwad.com/story/47747

The remix was rewritten by KrazyDonkeys05 on a private chat group I am part off, he is college student from USC.

[7:42 4/11/2040 U.S.A.]

Denarrow B. Ace stood on a hill not too far from Midcity USA, a concrete jungle placed in the middle of the Great Plains U.S.A... It was founded in 1961, in Nebraska, and it leaped in population numbers in the '70s. After a lot of events, the city somehow fought through and won to become its own state, the 51st state. The first city-state in the U.S. in 1976. The newly found state had made way for being the least polluted major city in the world. They also did many things that other states couldn't accomplish or even do. Free healthcare, open immigration, become an economic power, house an enormous population, and have the lowest poverty rate in the country.

By early 2000 the city-state border lines were walled up under orders from the federal government because of the Nuclear Hostage Crisis. The city-state was trapped in a rectangular box boundary. The city was growing to the edges of the wall, so the people built buildings on top of each other literally, making Midcity a sky-scraping metropolis bounded in the walls the U.S. government holds it in. After World War 3 it became the most populous city in the world, 31 million people in a city with a length of 25 miles and a width of 20 miles equaling 500 square miles of complete over-urbanization. 

Denarrow arrives at the wall besieging the city. He passes through the south entrance in which anyone can go in but anyone coming out would have to go through the wall security. It's the same for all the nine entrances around the city. When he gets in he looks around not even knowing where to start. The streets are dirty, people everywhere walking all different directions, cars backed in traffic for the prediction of hours. The sun eventually came out after a few minutes, officially marking it 27 days since he left Alaska. 

While on his walk he sees a flyer taped to a pole, an advertisement for a Hotel. It intrigued him,  the prices were right and the benefits were good. He passes on taking the flyer with him. He moves around asking random strangers where the Midcity citizenship center (MCC). He received a complete answer from an occupied sounding woman, telling him it's straight-up north by the courthouse. A hat covers her face and she's about a whole foot smaller than him. He didn't see her face but heard her voice clearly. It took from morning till noon for him to get there. 

Inside the MCC, trying to apply and get a Midcity social security number and I.D. is more complicated if you don't have a regular U.S. I.D. or social security. Midcity requires people to have a specialized city-state I.D. and social security number if they wanted to work or live in the city. They don't need to have a regular U.S. I.D. or social prior but it would be considered an immigration process. In Denarrow's situation, he doesn't have any I.D. or social or even a birth certificate and he was born in Alaska, a U.S. state. He would be technically a citizen of the U.S. but since he can't prove it he's considered an immigrant.

After 2 hours of waiting, Denarrow finally got his identity.

McID:
MID#   71416171
Iss       4/11/2040
DOB    8/12/2020
Exp     4/11/2044
Name  Denarrow B. Ace
Hgt      5'12''/1.82m
Wgt     200lb/90.17kg
Sex     M
Eyes   Blue-Grey
Skin    Brown-Light

McSSN: 
9458-28-0001

He makes his way towards the hotel from the flyer he took. He uses public transport this time instead of walking. Inside the metro train, it's extremely crowded to point of his discomfort. He took the train all the way to the Holladay district, a district east of the center of the city. He found the hotel almost instantly after walking around the place. It stands out among the rest of the buildings, it looks like a 7 storied Spanish apartment building colored yellow and orange. It stood alone on its own block separating it from every other building. 

He opens the door seeing nobody at the counter. A woman rushed to the counter while tussling her hair trying to pull it back. Denarrow's first thoughts of her were she was basic looking, young, and furthermore a little clumsy. Her hair was light brown in a ponytail, light brown skin, green eyes behind her glasses. He walked to the front desk knowing what he wanted in mind.

"Can I have a single bedroom for a week."
"We don't have single bedrooms. This is a Hostel.", she responded.
Denarrow was entirely confused.
"What's a hostel?"
"It's a place that provides lodging for groups of people at a time."
He pulls out the flyer he grabbed from earlier. 
"Ohh wait... You're the guy from earlier. I made a mistake spelling the word wrong. I was going around taking them down but I recognized one was missing. What a coincidence it was you."
"Have we met before.", he asks mildly confused.
"I told you directions on how to get to the MCC when you needed help."
He suddenly remembers her voice but isn't fazed about the coincidence.
"So this isn't a hotel?"
"No."
"Okay, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Out of desperation because of how recent business was going Brooklyn stopped him from leaving.
"Wait, I do have a room upstairs...", her uncertainty was pretty evident.
"Is there something to it.", his patience was running out.
"There's no elevator."

She guides him to the janitor's closet. Inside she puts her hand on the wall. A door colored the same as the wall opens. She pushed it open leading to a staircase, without an elevator, that went to the attic. Inside she turned on the light and the room brightened up evenly. There was a mini-fridge, a bathroom, one bed, and only two outlets. It was also small, the ceiling was at Denarrow's height and the walls were two wingspans away from each other. He found this as an ideal living situation except for the 7 flights of stairs. Yet nonetheless, he agrees to it. 

"I totally forgot to introduce myself. I'm Brooklyn Royce, the owner, the manager, worker, and custodian of the Holladay Inn. I hope you have a nice stay." 

As she went down the stairs she tripped on the last step. Denarrow came out of the room to check on her. Her glasses came off and her ponytail band fell off freeing her hair. Denarrow went down the stairs to help her get back up but was halted. He looked at her seeing her true beauty. Her eyes were somehow grown bigger and greener. She nearly looks like a child. He looked at her until she asks for help and he snaps out of it. He gets her glasses and helps her up. 

"I'm Denarrow."
"I know, you told me when we did the papers thing just now."
"I wanted to introduce myself properly.", he held out his hand. 
She smiled, her right hand slid down her temple and cheek and eventually shakes his hand.     s hand.

“As long as I lived, humanity has and always had chances. They do not and will not take them. The time runs out and they'll continue to fight. Time does not waste itself on a man or woman but man and woman waste themselves on it. I have let them have enough of my time.” - Adam

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The sun slowly set up, I felt it's rays pass through my face. Today was my awaited day off, usually Zoé wakes me up but she handles the shops when I'm away. I stretched after I got out of bed, it was time for me to get ready and relax around the mansion. I haven't had one of these days in a while, the thought of just sitting in the garden and enjoying some fresh air while reading magic books sounds refreshing. I took a warm bath and got ready, Sophia has prepared breakfast for me and sent me off to enjoy my day as soon as I was done with my meal. My workers still treat me the same way they did when I was at House Artois, I can't even pick up after myself or cook my own food unless I send them off for their vacation. I should do that soon, so I can have the mansion to myself for a few days. But, I loved their company so it didn't bother me that much. I had gotten words from Sophia that our new neighbors had finally settled down, the mansion next door had a hard time selling off so I wonder who had the guts to buy it. I made my way to the garden and sat down at my table, the beautiful sound of the breeze and the scent of cherry blossoms helped calm me down. Everyday, I try avoiding being entangled in the events of the novel but the main villainess had found her way to me. I shouldn't be so worried about Erina but I had a feeling that the future will surprise me with more. I wonder what possessed me to move here but everything happens for a reason. Odd enough, my seal had been acting up again. Even if it can be well hidden with my magic, it's reacting. Last time it did that, was when Erina first appeared inside my workshop. My thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang, I got up to see who was at the gates. I opened the main gate door to see the stranger, my soul flashes before my eyes.
As soon as I saw the person in front of my door, I froze.
"..."

"I'm so happy! I didn't expect to have a girl of my age living right next door."

Her face was filled with delight.

"I've moved a few times in the past but each time, there was never anyone around the same age as myself and my younger sister."

It was as if 'let's be friends' was written all over her delicate face. By the way, she definitely introduced herself as Liliane just now, didn't she? Then, she is the heroine.Oh boy, I should've noticed sooner that my seal provides the "someone from the novel is approaching!" type of warning.
I smiled and introduced myself in return, i had no reason to be rude.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Elissa." I say.

"You are the owner of both Xiao's shop and the Ambriose café, I heard alot about you! as expected of the daughter of duke Artois, you are truly talented." she continues, I came to forget that Liliane was a mage and she could sense magic. She probably figured me out by now, knowing that she can tell how strong my mana is.

"Don't worry, I won't tell on your magic." she says with a genuine smile, she is a nice girl after all.

"Thank you. Aside from my workers, no one else knows." I reply.

"I will be working in the ministry of magic, my sister Sena will be around for a bit as well." she says.

"Since you will be working at the Ministry of magic, we will see each other more often then." I reply while maintaining my calm posture.

"Sena and I really like your dresses, can we swing by the shop some time?" she asks with her cute smile, Liliane reminded me of a puppy but the same time she had a graceful presence and one could compare her to a Lily as well.

"Sure. Today is my day off but I will be at the shop for the rest of the week, feel free to come by anytime." I reply. 
Our conversation ended after a while of talking. I have no idea how I became the neighbor of the Heroine but I felt that my peaceful life will soon turn upside down. If I remember correctly, Sein Claes will end up in front of her house and she will save him. That's how the novel took a start to it's first events, it is also how he fell in love with her. There is no denying that I will find myself meeting all the characters but for now I had to keep a low profile and carry on with my daily life. The events of the novel started a few months after Liliane had settled down and earned a reputation at the ministry of magic. Liliane had a rare magic abilities but it was nowhere similar to mine. I was reckless enough to let her sense my mana. I'm usually careful and I hide it well. But why didn't I  do so earlier?! I was relaxed and I got carried away when I saw her,  I didn't act fast enough on my instincts until it was too late. This is the place where she lived at the beginning of the novel, the author squeezed in several events to show Liliane's goodness as if he was trying to make her a saint. Then, to add more tension to the story, the bad guys showed up frequently to harm Liliane or use her. I looked at my collarbone, my seal glowed stronger this time.
"Stupid seal, why do you keep bringing me trouble? i just want a quiet life." I say sighing as I get back to my work, I just hope my life doesn't take the wrong turn. I escaped from my father and house Artois for a reason but it seems like I just dragged myself deeper in the novel. Either way, it's my life and no one will disturb my peacefulness!

The main protagonist, shin hye, is reborn inside a novel as the daughter of a duke. Elisa de Artois gives up her prestigious life as a duke's daughter and a noble and decides to lead a quiet life in the city of Lusitania. Lusitania is where the setting of the novel takes place, much more to her demise the heroine of the novel becomes her neighbor. What worse is that the villain of the story ends up in front of her house instead of the heroine and the prince wants her too?!! let's see how Elisa can escape this misfortune and be able to get her desired life back.

"Enable hardware installation mode, permission code: Gti77439."
 Bringing the chip to the official game room connected to the power supply, Li Si quickly reported a string of numbers.
 Compared to the humble internal beta gaming helmet, the official version of the game cabin is not so easy to disassemble, or it can not be disassembled at all, the entire shell is integrally formed, and the rigidity cannot be destroyed by the current technological level of the earth  Even a successful disassembly will cause self-destruction.
 Fortunately, the game warehouse has a hardware installation mode. Although it requires permission coding, it has been queried when the all-true virtual mode was opened in the previous life.
 [Drip!  The command confirms that the permission code of the machine is being queried ... The verification is passed and the hardware installation mode is turned on.  ]
 The sound of mechanical stiffness is heard inside the game warehouse.
 As the verification passed, the cold silver-white shell of the game warehouse suddenly rippled and turned into a liquid substance like mercury.
 Lisi gently put the blue chip on the mercury, and soon the chip was swallowed by the mercury and disappeared. After a waiting time of ten seconds, the mercury returned to a hard metal shell.
 [Hardware installation is complete, the machine starts self-test ...]
 [Hardware adaptation succeeded ... Querying driver ...]
 [The driver is running normally, there is no missing function module, and the hardware installation is successful.  ]
 "It's done!"
 Hearing the prompt of successful installation, Li Si finally relaxed.
 This step is really too important, related to his next plan.
 Without further ado, Li Si quickly opened the game room and injected the nutrient solution, then lay in. As the sleep aids in the nutrient solution worked, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
 After a moment, the consciousness gradually recovered and the dark vision gradually lightened up, and soon Li Si was already on a metal platform suspended in the void.
 [Hello, respected player, the game is still 14 hours and 5 minutes away from the official operation. Currently, the game characters can be established in advance, is it established?  ]
   "set up."
 [Please name the characters, the names must follow the real-world naming rules, you can also choose to use this name to log in to the game.  ]
 "Name: Lee Stan."
 [Please select the initial template of the character, the template is related to your game experience and game mode, please choose carefully!  ]
 [The currently available free initial templates are: office workers, students, unemployed travellers .... For more initial templates, please browse in the charge template column.  ]
 "Template ..."
 While waiting for the template selection, Li Si, who was familiar with fluency, hesitated.
 The template is an important setting in the game, which is equivalent to a combination of identity occupations and other elements. In the game, multiple templates can be used, but only one initial template can be selected when creating characters.
 This initial template is equivalent to the initial identity of entering the game, and different templates also have different attributes and special effect bonuses.
 He doesn't care about the attributes and special effects. These basic templates can be completely entered into the game and then obtained, but the initial identity is very important.
 He has three choices in his heart, the charge template: soldier, free template: student, free template: office worker.
 Soldier template, needless to say, he chose this before rebirth. After all, it is a krypton gold. The soldier template has many tasks and very good attributes. It can be mixed smoothly with previous experience.
 But this choice was first ruled out by him. Although the military develops well, the ceiling is also very low, the development potential is limited, and the most important thing is that the degree of freedom is too bad.
 The question now is the choice between student templates and office worker templates.
 It is an advantage to turn on the all-true virtual mode in advance, but only by choosing the technology route can this advantage be maximized.
 I want to take the science and technology route at least to get the scientist template. The scientist template is not an optional basic template. Even if you ca n't buy it for money, you can only get it in the game.
 Now if you choose an office worker template, you can directly set up the company. The difficulty of obtaining a scientist template will be much lower, and the initial capital will be much higher.
 But the student template is also very good, you can open the learning section in advance while gaining a lot of directional experience, and can meet some major plot characters, better grasp the plot trend.
 If you just choose a student template, it will be more difficult to obtain a scientist template.
 "Choose template: student."
 Hesitated for a long time, Li Si still chose the student template.
 Compared with the difficulty of obtaining a scientist template, it is still more important to grasp the plot. After all, the biggest advantage for him is the familiarity with the plot.
 And open the learning column in advance, even if there is no scientist template, it can make up for the foundation in advance and form a certain combat effectiveness.
 With the ability of self-preservation, it is not a problem to take some risks and plan to obtain a scientist template.
 [Selected template: students, please set the place of birth and identity background.  Note: The identity background cannot be accompanied by additional assistance,
The default lock foundation is set to orphan.  ]
 Hearing the prompt of the system, Li Si, who had already planned when selecting the student template, said without hesitation:
 "Settings: Orphan at New York Random Welfare Institute, new transfer student from the Midtown Technology High School Graduation Class, and other background settings are generated by default."
 [The identity is set successfully, the memory video has been generated, Please read the memory video by yourself, the system will not be responsible for the subsequent impact caused by the inconsistency of the action and the identity background.  ]
 [Character creation completed!  ]
 "Open the property panel!"
 Lisi did not rush to open the memory video, in fact, the thing did not do much except to deal with some inquiries and censorship.
 ———— Character panel ————
 Name: Lee Stan
 Strength: 0.6 (Muscle Explosive Power)
 Constitution: 0.7 (anti-strike ability / recovery ability)
 Intelligence: 1.3 (logical ability / thinking activity / learning ability)
 Spirit: 2.1 (willpower / spirit / sensation)
 Note: The standard attributes of normal adult men are all one, this basic attribute is the player body scan result.
 [Talent Skill]: None
 [General Skills]: None
 [Learning] : None
 [Own template]: civilians (basic), students (initial).
 ————
 [Template]: civilian (basic) lv: 0/18
 Attribute bonus: all attributes + 0.1 / per level
 Special effect bonus: None
 Template skill: None
 Required experience at the next level: 0/1000
 Evaluation: You are just an ordinary citizen, but you may try to make yourself a stronger citizen.
 ————
 [Template]: Student (general)
 Attribute bonus: Intelligence +0.1
 Special effect bonus: learning speed + 5%
 Template skill: None
 Evaluation: You who have received basic education have certain knowledge, good thinking logic ability and learning habits.
 ——————————

A little white-red bird was 'knocking' at the window. It was standing upright on the railings with only its claws grasping on it. The railings were 5 centimeters thick, but it is made up of reinforced iron, a cheap but sturdy metal you can certainly trust your life on.
But what grabbed Mark's attention is not the bird nor the railings, but the red letter attached to its legs. At this point in time, Mark's injuries were almost healed up, at least on the surface. He got up from his bed and opened the window to the balcony. He grabbed the bird by its feet, afraid it would fly away, then undid the string on its feet and took the letter and threw it to his bed.
He did all this in 5 seconds because he was scared by the bird's flapping. It was flapping when he was taking the letter from its feet, so after taking it, he immediately let it go.
The bird fell a bit but managed to fly away from his window. The bird was fast, so fast that it was gone from his sight only after a few seconds. That doesn't mean it reached far though, only that maybe it already reached its destination? But that's a topic of tommorow.
As Mark saw the bird fly away from his window, he looked at the direction it was flying and closed the window. He went back to his bed and saw the red letter. He sat on his bed and opened the letter. On it was some strange symbols, glowing as if lava.
It then glowed brighter, until a few seconds later, the glow was as blinding as the sun, strangely though, the light did not emit heat. After a few moments later did it disappear. The letter disappeared.
Mark was shocked and scared, he looked for it all around his apartment. He even searched his bathroom, yet when he looked at the mirror, a symbol that looks like a knife is stabbing a symbol that looks like an eye appeared on his forehead. It was small, just by the corner of his forehead, but Mark was alarmed at this development.
He was terrified! This morning he fought against some people who were asking for money, then later a red letter that presumably brought these symbols to his forehead. Coincidence? Mark thinks otherwise.
"These events must be connected somehow." Mark murmured to himself.
"Those people must have been a part of some gang or something." Mark thought.
"But why would they waste a treasure such as this to... curse? me? Is it even a treasure in the first place? What the hell is happening!" Mark was saying all of these out loud while he was scratching his head, hoping for answers.
*knock*knock*
"Oh sh8, is it them again?" Mark thought, he then slowly walked towards the door. Slowly opening the door, he peeked out and saw an unfamiliar man holding a bunch of papers.
"Hello sir!" The man said, shocking Mark for a bit, but he didn't let it show on his face.
"Wha What?" Mark answered while shivering lightly.
"I was wondering if you are interested in joining the Warrior School south of the city next month! We are opening again for more enrollees! The fee is only 10 silver and if you pass the entrance exam, you can live inside the school with free lodging and 3 meals everyday. You then have to pay 5 silvers each month for the teachers. The specifics are in this flyer. Feel free to go to the school anytime you want to apply for enrollment, the entrance exam begins next month. See you there!" The man spoke really fast as if he memorized this speech already. He handed a piece of paper and quickly left. Mark was standing at the door unable to process what just happened. 
Only a few moments later did he went back in his apartment and closed the door.

(Dropped)

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After the dreadful apocalypse, thousands of years has passed. The world is no longer what it was. Every place is a place full of danger. No stronghold is safe. The skies are full of flying hunters, the ground full of cunning predators, and the deep seas are full of mysteries and hidden danger.

What more can a young teenager do if he does not remember a thing?

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