The poor young Evangeline's heart froze to death after experiencing a lot of pain caused by the game called love. Luckily, there's this man who loved her right after his first glance with her angelic face.
Does his tru love be enough to bring the life back from her frozen heart? Or will Evengeline's lack of trust cause the man who truly love her to walk away in a different path.

Our history will follow the greatest genius of humanity created but died because he was misunderstood.
Let’s follow his journey of a world much bigger than his imagination.
A journey filled with friends, betrayal, pain, death, and love.
A bloody journey to reach the legendary level of the 'divine emperor'
and even exceed it.

What if you knew the future? But what if that future was not yours?

Sixteen-year-old Lady Maura is the unwanted “half-blood” of an impoverished noble family in Lafeara. More than anything in the world, Maura just wants to survive, but the number of secrets she carries threaten her life at every turn. For one, her real name is Carina, and she’s not originally from this world.

Carina was reborn in Lafeara with a frozen heart that makes her immune to physical pain while granting her the power of ice magic. Now she must use Maura’s memories to protect herself from the Turnbell family, hunt down the assassin named Ghost, and change her future. 

All her plans begin to unravel when Carina is forced to use her magic to defend herself. Now a priest and his witch hunter are on her trail. As more bodies pile up in the wake of this witch hunt and the future continues to change beyond her control, Carina can only pray that her identity as a witch remains a secret.

After all, they still burn witches in Lafeara.

In the depths of hell was the Cocytus. Otherwise known as Leviathan's frozen sea. A domain made completely of pure ice where the black sun of hell does not shine. A place where the frozen breeze would be enough to make any normal creature have their lungs freeze. 

The large waves have been frozen in their place, making them look like menacing hills of ice that hasn't melted even a little since they were frozen. The Dark clouds of the sky casting a sinister shadow along the land with the only light being provided by the thunder. 

Despite the cold being unbearable to normal beings, one person was walking through the frozen terrains. A person all of hell feared, and with a good reason.

It was a man with a tall, well-built body. He was wearing a pale, bone-like armor mixed with metal. The armor covered his chest where a Crimson orb was pulsing like a heart. The left shoulder was covered with three short spikes, while the left arm was covered in the same white armor and the knuckles like the shoulder bearing spikes. 

The right shoulder, like the left one, had three spikes in it, but, unlike the other shoulder, their tips were broken and burned. The left arm is covered by a black, somewhat bulky gauntlet that had lava-like veins running through it with claws for fingers.

The legs were also covered by bone armor. They had spikes on the knees, and the legs covered by claws making them look like talons. 

The helmet being completely white, save for the glowing red eyes that are shaped into a glare. Horns protruding from the sides of his helmet, both twisted to point at the front. The metal jaw had a somewhat cage-like shape with a pointy chin and a red glow coming out of it. 

That person is the Unofficial Sin of Wrath. The person who walked through Hell killing all who stood in his way. The wielder of the Crimson Nova energy… Genocide. 

"Where are you, you overgrown snake?" he grumbled to no one in particular. 

Genocide is tired of dealing with simple demon grunts. He had decided to finally end the demons from their source. Cut off the snake's head. To kill Satan and the Demon Lords, which brought him to the Frozen sea. 

Apparently, to EVEN get to Satan himself, you need to kill the four Demon Lords. Yet despite how powerful they were, even they feared the Primordial Demon's power, which is why they locked him away with a powerful seal. 

The seal was connected to the life of each of the Demon Lords, which means they have to die for it to be removed. It was a win-win in his case. He was already planning to kill them in the first place. 

This is the home of one of the Demon Lords, Leviathan, and Genocide was planning to take it out first. 

After walking a few more minutes through the frozen terrains, the ground under him started shaking. The Unofficial Sin of Wrath immediately jumped away as something bursts out of the ice that he was just standing on. 

Genocide rolled onto his feet and faced what had attempted to surprise attack him. As luck would have it. He was looking straight at the target he was searching for. 

A large, amphibian looking snake with dark blue scales, pitch-black fangs and two pairs of yellow eyes was coiling around one of the massive frozen pillars. That is the Leviathan, one of the Demon Lords. 

The Leviathan turned its head to Genocide, letting out a loud roar that shattered small shards of ice around them, covering the area in a cold shroud that surrounds area. 

Genocide, however, simply snapped his neck. "Bring it," he said as the Crimson orb on the chest glowed before a weapon materialized in his hands in a red flash of light. 

The weapon was apparently a double-barrel shotgun. The handle and trigger were black . The white barrels merging together, giving them a hexagon-shaped end. 

This was a little trick he picked up while traveling through hell. The core of his armor acted like a pocket space to store his weapons in. He can even store his entire set of armor in a single amulet. 

The Leviathan opened its giant jaw as blue fire sparked from its mouth. Genocide immediately jumped away as a wave of blue flames washed over the area he used to be. The whole spot was turned to frozen pillars. 

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath had heard about the blue flames of the Leviathan, which is said to be able to freeze the fires of hell itself. So, he made a mental note to avoid it at all costs. 

The Leviathan then did a dive trying to take a bite out of Genocide. The Wielder of the Crimson Nova had to jump away again in order to avoid the sharp teeth of the Demon Lord. 

While the long body of the Leviathan was passing by his left, Genocide grabbed its side with the claws of his gauntlet, resulting in him being dragged. 

The Demon Lord started moving around, trying to get his 'passenger' off. Genocide held on, and, with his free hand, aimed his shotgun at the creature's side before pulling the trigger. 

But unlike a normal shotgun, this one didn't fire pellets or bullets. This shotgun shot bursts of Crimson energy that burned the side of the Demon Lord. 

The Leviathan wailed in pain before he swung his body so that the side that Genocide was on would smash through a frozen pillar.

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath was sent rolling on the ground before he stood back up again. Normally, one blast from his shotgun would be enough to turn any demon into a gore-ish mess, but all it did now was leave a few burns. It seems that the Leviathan wasn't a Demon Lord for nothing. 

Speaking of the giant serpent, it closed the gap between them and coiled itself around Genocide, holding him in a vice grip with only his head and left arm holding his shotgun were free. 

Looking up at the Leviathan, four serpent eyes glared at his helmet's red ones, which glared back with the same intensity. 

Being held by one of the Demon Lords, with only one arm free and a weapon that can barely help in this situation, Genocide had one thing to say. "F*cking Mondays," he grumbled in annoyance. the sides of his shotgun opened up, recharging energy before he aimed its hexagon-shaped barrel at the Leviathan as it lunged at him. 

A loud chomp sound resonated through the area. The Leviathan raised its head to the sky, only for its jaw to start twitching. 

Forcibly, Genocide opened the Leviathan's giant jaws, using his arms to keep the upper teeth while his legs kept the lower ones open as the Demon Lord tried to crush him. 

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath didn't know what was worse. Being held between the fangs of one of the Demon Lords, or how much the Leviathan needed to brush its teeth. He can swear he saw a skull or two between the fangs. 

Suddenly, the inside of the Leviathan's mouth started glowing a blue color. Genocide knew that it was about to spew fire again, so he needed something to get out of his current position. 

Using only his right arm to hold the upper fangs, Genocide used his left arm that still had the Shotgun to aim at the inside of the giant serpent's mouth, and shot a couple of times. 

The Demon Lord felt the burning sensation inside its mouth and it wasn't pleasant at all. So, he started thrashing around while screeching in pain. 

The fact that the Leviathan itself was screeching meant that its mouth was fully opened, giving Genocide a chance to jump out of it unharmed. 

Landing on top one of the frozen hills, Genocide looked at the Leviathan as it thrashed in pain. He knew that this state wouldn't last very long. 

So, running over the cliff, Genocide jumped to the Leviathan's head and landed at the top. Before the Demon Lord could try to shake him off, the Unofficial Sin of Wrath raised his gauntlet and plunged its claws in one of the Leviathan's eyes. 

If the Leviathan wasn't in pain before, it definitely was now. The remaining three eyes open wide as the pain of losing one of them surged throughout its entire body. 

Having enough, the Leviathan smacked its head on one the frozen hills, smashing it into pieces while throwing Genocide off its head at the same time. 

Genocide stood up stiffly from the rubble with frozen chunks falling from his form. He waved his right hand to get rid of the Leviathan's eye remains while his shotgun vanished, being stored back into the core of his armor.

Speaking of the Demon Lord, it was obviously not happy. Right after it spotted Genocide, it immediately spewed blue at the Unofficial Sin of Wrath. 

Upon seeing the flames, Genocide tried to jump away. But, he was unable to completely avoid them, which resulted in his right arm and leg to be consumed by blue fire. 

The flames turned to ice almost instantly. The Unofficial Sin of Wrath was very thankful that his armor was resistant to temperature changes, otherwise his limbs would have been frozen from the outside and the inside. 

With a growl of agitation, Genocide pulled on his frozen limbs. Giving some Crimson Nova energy, his right arm and leg slightly glowed a dark red color. Steam started coming off the ice as the heat of the Crimson Nova energy turned it to gas immediately upon connecting. 

Cracks appeared on the ice as before it shattered as he pulled his arm and leg out. Whatever ice left on his armor was quickly being vaporized by the Crimson Nova energy. 

Seeing Genocide break out of the ice, the Leviathan decided to try a more physical approach, by swinging its tail at him. 

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath was sent flying towards one of the frozen hills. The collision destroyed most of it along with covering the area in a frozen mist. 

Slowly slithering around the mist, the Leviathan kept its remaining eyes open for any sign of its opponent. 

The Demon Lord was not prepared for when a large chunk of ice suddenly flew out of the mist and collided with its head. The Leviathan was left dazed, it did not notice as another chunk of ice crashed into its head. 

The mist cleared showing Genocide with his hands outstretched after throwing the ice. He was glad that the Leviathan's eyes were glowing yellow, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to spot him from inside the mist. 

Seeing its prey again, the Leviathan raised its head before diving in towards Genocide, in an attempt to either crush him, or eat him. 

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath immediately jumped away from the Leviathan as it crashed through the ground. But, surprisingly, kept going. 

The ground under Genocide crumbled, taking him down with it. When the ice stopped falling, He found himself standing under the surface of the ice. 

"Underground tunnels?" Genocide noted looking around at the many large tunnels around him. 

All tunnels were made of ice, obviously. They were large, dark and seemed everywhere, and other than the light from the hole that was just made, there wasn't any light at all. 

This certainly explained how the Leviathan appeared from under his feet at the beginning. The Leviathan apparently used these tunnels to move around. 

Speaking of the Demon Lord, it was nowhere to be found, which means that it's must be going around in the tunnels. It was rather unsettling that it couldn't be seen, since it has the home field advantage. 

However, this isn't the first time that Genocide fought against odds. So, after seeing which tunnel has the most recent marks, he started walking into the darkness of the tunnel without a second thought.

After a few moments, the light from the hole had faded and Genocide was surrounded by darkness listening to the echo of his footsteps. The only light around was the faint red glow from the joints and eyes of his armor, giving him a demonic look in the dark, which was ironic in his opinion. 

He has already been to some of the darkest and scariest dungeons in hell, so being in a cave like this was no problem. It almost felt like a second nature now. He can't even remember the last time he was unsettled by his surroundings. 

Genocide started feeling a few vibrations from the ground and heard something moving. He immediately materialized his shotgun. Since there were only two ways currently in the tunnel, he started looking back and forth, trying to spot the Demon Lord. 

Instead of coming either way, the Leviathan broke through the wall at his side. By pure instinct, the Unofficial Sin of Wrath jumped away from its jaws as they clamped at where he was. 

Genocide immediately stood up at the side of the Leviathan's head. Charging his right arm with some Crimson Nova energy, it glowed red as he turned around swinging a fist at the Leviathan. 

The fist connected with the head of the Demon Lord, sending its head to the side. The Leviathan, obviously angry, turned its head back to look back at Genocide before ramming at him using the top of its head. 

The Leviathan kept pushing Genocide with him and slammed into a few walls of ice, passing through a few tunnels before redirecting itself upwards. 

Smashing through the ceiling of the tunnels, the Demon Lord and Unofficial Sin of Wrath returned to the surface of the Frozen Sea with the latter still stuck on the former's forehead. 

The Leviathan's body was covered in dark blue electricity. The the cracks of electricity had reached the head, where Genocide was, shocking him in the process. 

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath put his feet against the Demon Lord's head before using them to jump away from it. No longer connected, the electricity from the Leviathan's skin stopped affecting him. 

Genocide landed on his feet with a loud crashing noise as cracks appeared on the ice under his feet. The fall would have killed a normal man, but he stopped considering himself 'normal' a long time ago. 

Turning around, Genocide aimed his shotgun at the Demon Lord and shot at its side, creating burns from the Crimson Nova energy that the Shotgun uses. 

The Leviathan's body turned to look at Genocide. The electricity cracking through its skin gave it a sinister look in the dark sky of the Cocytus as its remaining three eyes glared at its prey. 

Opening its mouth, blue flames shot from between the Leviathan's fangs as it tried again to bury Genocide in ice. 

The Unofficial Sin of Wrath managed to jump out of the way. But, when the blue fire had turned to an icy pillar, he jumped back to it and used it as a boost to jump straight toward the Leviathan's head. 

Reeling back his right arm. The lava-like veins on the black gauntlet glowed a bright red color as Genocide covered it in Crimson Nova energy. 

Swinging his fist, the punch collided with the Leviathan's head, a booming sound that echoed throughout the area as the Demon Lord's head was sent to the ground. 

Landing beside the head, the Unofficial Sin of Wrath aimed his shotgun at the fallen Serpent. Pulling the trigger, the Crimson Nova energy burst from the hexagon-shaped barrel. 

The right side of the Leviathan's head was scorched along with some flesh peeling off. The burning sensation was too much for the Demon Lord, as it screeched in pain before tackled Genocide in attempt to crush him. 

The electricity floating through the Leviathan started shocking the Unofficial Sin of Wrath. Grunting in slight pain and annoyance, Genocide dismissed his shotgun, raised his left and started punching the Demon Lord's head. 

He would have used his gauntlet since it would have done more damage, but he needed its claws to not fall off and be crushed by the rampaging Demon Lord. 

Cracks appeared on the Leviathan's teeth as the punches got stronger. Getting tired of being dragged, Genocide aimed his next punch straight to the remaining eye on the left side of the giant serpent. 

The spikes at the knuckles tore through the eye and dug into its socket, splattering blood around. The Leviathan screeched in unbearable pain before blindly crashing into one of the larger frozen hills. 

The crash had destroyed the frozen hill, along with sending the two of them to the ground while breaking a few of the Leviathan's teeth that were already cracked. 

Rising stiffly to his feet, the Unofficial Sin of Wrath saw the the Leviathan has yet to regain its composer. So, picking up one of the Demon Lord's broken fangs, he walked towards the head in an intent to finish this. 

Genocide reeled back the fang and stabbed it in the forehead of its owner. The Leviathan immediately noticed the pain and raised its head to the sky, while Genocide held on to the fang being raised with the head. 

When the Demon Lord's head had pointed at the sky, The Unofficial Sin of Wrath raised his gauntlet as it glowed red in power and punched the fang that was on the large serpent's forehead. 

The sharp tooth had reached far enough to kill the Leviathan making it drop on the ground, it's body lifeless and unmoving while its yellow eyes lost its glow. 

Genocide stood back up after being thrown to the ground and looked at the body of the dead Demon Lord. It clearly proved to be different than the mere grunts he's been dealing with. 

"One down, three to go," the Unofficial Sin of Wrath said as he rotated his neck causing a few snaps to be heard. 

With the now-dead Leviathan, Genocide turned and started walking away towards his next destination, and where he'll find the next Demon Lord.

There are those without a clear purpose. He, however, had already made his purpose clear, to himself, and to those around him. He has no intention of stopping, slowing down or showing mercy.

He has been traveling this domain for a long time and had enough of wasting it on weaklings. If you want to kill a snake, then you go for the head.

His name has been spread, and he lives up to it. And now, he is aiming to finish it all. Whether he lives or dies, he does not care. Because now, all of Hell fears the name... Genocide.

Walking through the town, it is clear the leaders of the slave camp have already been through a lot of these places. Doors are opening without returning to life, trash littered here and there, and some small stores already looking picked through.
Jimmy grabs several large tote bags, and visits through houses that have not been entered- grabbing anything useful from some nicer blankets to food. After leaving each house, he tries to make it look untouched as before- stealing life from each door returned to life prior. Surprisingly, not a single house visited yet has been accessed before.
["Lets grab some extra PENCILS and paper, sneak something else to write with and on"]
["Can't have them reading our secret conversations"]
["Let the spy games, begin"]
["Begin? They started already…"]
["Shush you"]
Taking a stop down the school, where anyone would expect massive amounts of writing supplies to be, the entrance doors were already opened before. Children and teachers loiter the halls frozen. Looking at the map of the school from the entrance, he walks to the supply closets. A basket lay in the center, blackened in smoke as Jimmy rubs his finger across the edge of the basket.
Rummaging around the burned contents of the basket, it is noticeably remnants of paper, pencils, and a wad of plastics pens melted together.
["Sullivan and co are definitely smart thinkers"]
["Maybe, a classroom ha some stock"]
Walking down the set of hallways, Jimmy goes room by room, grabbing a piece of paper and tiny used pencils from trash cans. Near At the start of the next hallway, written in white letters on black plastic 'Mrs. Sullivan'.
["My. Don't tell me"]
Walking into the room, a photo sits on the teacher's desk. Sullivan, and what looks like her husband and child are hugging in for a family photo. Sitting on the desks of the children were test papers, half done. Backside of the tests were blank.
["These will work. Guess she somehow had some pride as a teacher, at least before starting the camp"]
'6 x 7 = 21'
'2x + 1 = 11, x=6'
["I can see why she started the camp. She barely was a good teacher"]
["I feel bad for all the kids under her before and after…"]
["We got what we need. Lets get back before anyone wakes up"]
["I don't know how long they sleep, or how long we have been gone"]
Running at fast speeds through the forest back to the camp, he takes a stop about half a mile from camp and starts going from the treetops. As camp gets in site, Jimmy freezes his collections into the trees hidden from sight, and slowly creeps from the air back.
The children are everywhere, looking nook and cranny. Mrs. Sullivan and the man stand atop the campers looking around with binoculars while Madelline runs around ordering kids with her small whiteboard 'FIND HOMELESS MAN OR ELSE'. All the kids, including Madelline, are scared as they frantically search for Jimmy.
Jumping across the trees, Jimmy finds a moment in time when no one is looking, quickly picks up the trash can, sneaks into the outhouse, and dumps the toilet contents in. Acting nonchalant, he walks out of the out, and continues like everything was normal- heading to the trash pile.
Just about out of the camp, Jimmy gets an incredibly strong pull from his shoulder. Thrown a good 15 feet back, the man stands over him, and gives a good strong punch into Jimmy's face. A dark red, slowly bruising mark covers his right cheek, and blood drips out the corner of his mouth.
The man drags him with just his sweatshirt shoulder, where it tears some. He acts disoriented, as he gets dragged across the hard bumpy ground, scratching up his clothes and skin.
["This man, he is strong. We definitely need our sword for worst case"]
["Do we have to fight him?"]
["I don't think we have a choice- but let's learn more and prepare first. Maybe things, aren't what they seem"]
Jimmy is tossed against one of the logs around the campfire and acts too damaged to get up- scooting back against the log to hold himself up.
A whiteboard is rolled out by one of the kids, a large red mark across his face as he looks angrily at Jimmy. Sullivan walks behind it- words already written out, 'WHERE WERE YOU?'. Jimmy stares weak at her as she points at the board. Her face is stern with a slight side of anger mixed in- a very teacher'esc look.
Jimmy lifts his hand to point at the large trash bin that now lays on the ground, most of the contents spilt out. Faking a sharp pain in his shoulder, his hand quickly drops as he grabs his shoulder that the man dragged him by.
(Sullivan) 'Do not lie to me'
Madelline throws a smaller whiteboard and marker at the face of Jimmy as he sits there, and she walks off. Slowly writing a response in supposed pain.
(Jimmy) 'I woke up. Right to trash'
(Sullivan) 'We were searching for over an hour. Trash would not take that long'
(Jimmy) 'Second trip. Took time'
(Sullivan) 'You do not do anything unless we tell you. Do what we tell you, or punishment'
(Jimmy) 'ok'
["That easy? That is all it took to get away with that? I thought they were smart"]
Giving a hand signal, the man walks up to Jimmy as Sullivan writes on the board. With a quick and sudden movement, the man's foot goes around and hits the back of his head hard enough to shove his face into the hard ground. His nose begins to bleed, mouth is full of blood, Jimmy looks up finding all the kids gathering around him.
Not a second later, without a change to even catch his body, small hard shoes all around begin kicking his body all around. Sneaking a glance through the limbs, Sullivan wrote 'Kick the homeless man, or you will not get food today'. Jimmy focuses on moving the mana around his body to lighten the load of damage- their kicks may not be strong, but the pain does add up.
Eventually the pounding ends. Not ok with the results, the man stands in front of him, and throws a couple hard kicks right into he chest and stomach. The kicks were strong, as Jimmy starts vomiting and holding his body hard, rolling back and forth. The man lifts Jimmy's head up, forcing him to look at Sullivan and the whiteboard, blood fills his left eye making it hard to see.
(Sullivan) 'Once you can move again, pick up the trash and throw it away. Water duty is yours today, Mike will watch over you'
(Sullivan) 'One more. A single more issue from you, and you will face your punishment'
["FFFfffff.  GAhhhh"]
["This hurts me, how is this not punishment to us?"]
["Just a bit more. We need to know more, for how to handle this. We can't just kill the adults"]
["Just maybe Sullivan is innocent in all this"]
["I doubt it. She seams to be pressed to kill us. I need more food as an adult than child"]
 
 
After waiting a while to recover, moving his mana around to quicken the pace of healing and making the pain go away, Jimmy stands up and heads for the trashcan. Using the shovel, he scrapes up the bile and trash into the bin. The shovel is flat, while the ground is frozen in waves, making things more difficult than they need to be.
Extending his mana through the shovel, Jimmy decides to just mana mold the dirt too, finishing picking up the rest quickly. Limping and dragging the disgusting bucket to the pile, the flies fill his vision. Before dumping into the pile, he looks around to make sure no one is around, before picking up a leaf off the ground and pulling at the finger poking out of the trash.
It is a bit stuck, but with a little effort, a whole hand appears and then a bit of forearm. Pulling a bit more, it transitions right into the rest of the bone, gnarly cuts all across the bone with bits of muscle stuck in cuts here and there. Jimmy quickly puts the arm down, covering it under the contents of the trash can.
["Alright. Someone here, is a freekin psychopath"]
["Jeebs, they clearly cut the skin and meat out specifically- and did a terrible job."]
["I am a little bit scared. There is PLENTY of food everywhere. Whyyy, eat a child?"]
["I do not know. But, we are getting through this asap. I can't take another beating from that man"]
Heading back to the camp, Jimmy spots Madelline sitting behind a tree.
["Yeahhh, lets not poke anymore bears"]
["Agreed"]
Jimmy reaches back at camp, and Mike is standing there, frozen. Walking up to Mike, he stands there for a hot second, and Mike just continues to stand there. Waving his hand in front of Mike's face, he doesn't move, so Jimmy places his hand on Mike's shirt- and it moves like a normal person.
A hand holds tight onto Jimmy's shoulder, causing him to dip out of the hold. Sullivan stands there with a small whiteboard 'Act frozen, when waiting'. Wiping it off with a fresh-looking black cloth and writes 'Now get water!'. She points at Mike and Jimmy, and off in the direction of the water containers.
["Mike seams to at least get, some, form of break today"]
["We can get it done quick, and maybe we can get some info from him"]
Walking up to the container, Mike pulls out a card stating, 'I cannot help'. Jimmy struggles, fitting two containers in each hand, as some memories of helping his mom bring groceries in- filling his hands up with as many bags of groceries in a single trip as possible. They walk off to the cleared-out river, reaching the broken river with moderate ease, due to using mana do carry the containers this time.
Jimmy makes quick work of the first three containers, filling them with ease. In the process of the filling up the fourth container, not even halfway through- something new pokes through the water. Occasionally, a stick or leaf would come up- easily being removed. However, this was neither of them, and instead a fish. A green fish with a slight yellow pearlescent color shines right in
Unsure what to do in this situation, Jimmy heads over to Mike for the first time since. He has stood there this entire time, frozen, and Jimmy did not realize once. Slapping his face in his mind, Jimmy puts his hand on Mikes shoulder to catch his attention, and points at the spot where he was working to claim 'Look there'.
While Mike walks over, Jimmy pulls out a piece of paper from inside his sock and a partially burnt pencil to write with. Since he skipped the entire sleep and wake, he never got his notebook back. Looking over, Mike is a bit ecstatic at the sight. Mike tries to run beyond Jimmy, but Jimmy stops him. Getting on one knee, he begins using his piece of paper- Mike is even more surprised about that. Swapping back to forth on the paper, Jimmy starts getting some answers.
(Jimmy) 'What is so good about the fish?'
(Mike) 'man gets happy, less angry at us'
(Jimmy) 'What does he do with the fish?'
(Mike) 'eat it idiot'
Jimmy gives off an annoyed face.
(Jimmy) 'How long have you been here?'
(Mike) 'since Mrs. Sullivan save me. Was stuck in home'
(Jimmy) 'Did she teach you to be able to get water?'
(Mike) 'the man did'
(Jimmy) 'Does the man have a name?'
(Mike) 'no'
(Jimmy) 'How many did there use to be?'
(Mike) 'maybe 20. adults disapeered one at a time long ago'
(Jimmy) 'Where did they put my stuff?'
(Mike) 'in side where they sleep'
Jimmy pulls out another piece of paper and broken pencil from his other sock, and giving it to mike.
(Jimmy) 'For emergency. Ignore fish'
Jimmy fills up the last water container, and he drags them all at the same time to the distilling station. No one else could be spotted like the last time, so he his strengths were so far only known by Mike. Finishing up the water distilling, Mike follows behind Jimmy as he slowly and fake pain pulling the water containers two at a time, in two trips.

For a brief moment, the entire forest became submerged into a deathly silence.

When An Fei strained her ears, she discovered that all signs of life had paused, and even the rustling of grass had ceased.

The spring breeze continued to nestle against her cheek, but the forest had frozen into a complete standstill.

Even the mangled white tiger who deeply sought to slaughter the young girl before its eyes, stood in a partial preparatory posture with its remaining hind leg tensed.

An Fei could even discern the corded muscles bulging as the creature's veins propelled an immense quantity of vitality throughout the body.

A pair of constricted, wrathful golden eyes stared at her visage, yearning the crimson splatter of consecrated life to bless the grass underneath.

However, they could only remain open and stare, unable to budge by a single centimeter.

"This…"

An Fei's mouth hung open at the sudden phenomenon that had overtaken the entire Wu Ji Forest. The young girl abruptly swept her gaze around, her mind reeling in confusion.

The sound in the forest had frozen, creating a silent dim that deafened the vicinity.

However, the appearance and color of the forest and the sky had not changed, comprising an unusual and terrifying sight.

Trees remained vibrant and robust with a myriad of colors, the tantalizing and succulent appearance of the herbs and fruits remained unchanged, and the sea of grass below her feet… froze as a sea of a dense green.

Caw!

The distorted shriek thundered in her ears, and An Fei clapped her hands to her temples to ease the numbing pain.

At the same time, the young girl noticed the forest return to its usual state, no longer frozen to a standstill by a mysterious force.

Nonetheless, the transformation was as though a jolt of electricity had arched through the entire forest; the trees, herbs, grasses, and animals all violently jerked into motion.

The once frozen pulse of vitality that had raced through the entire Wu Ji Forest jumped into motion, hurrying along its selected path with abject terror flooding its heart.

The animals within the young girl's vicinity revealed horror in their eyes as they fled towards their respective burrows and niches, daring not to continue their activities regardless of their physical need.

The white tiger was no different as it remained staring at An Fei, but the inflections behind its gaze had drastically altered.

From a mind-crippling insanity and drive for blood, the golden irises now revealed a dead expression as well as a deeply rooted fear. The righteous indignance and arrogance that served as a byproduct of its natural superiority was nowhere to be found.

"Ah…"

Before the young girl's nonplussed countenance, the previously arrogant ruler of the forest wrapped its tail around the only remaining hindleg, slinking away into the depths of the forest without a single defiant roar.

A trail of dense, scarlet blood followed its movements, feeding the grass with the overbearing vitality of a noble existence.

"It left just like that…" the young girl murmured to herself, her bottom lip drooping in a slight disappointment.

An Fei shook her head with a numbed sensation coursing through her body, sheathing the twin butterfly swords without hesitation.

The young girl adjusted the position of the leather bag slung over her shoulder, walking in the opposite direction of the white tiger.

The abrupt cry by the raven that sounded more akin to a crow… perhaps she would run into it later.

The handle-less sword trailed behind the young girl as she waded through the sea of grass, unaware that the tender strands parted and made way in acquiescence, their roots trembling in fear.

–

Just four hours after the conclusion of the incident regarding the insufferably arrogant white tiger, An Fei indeed made contact with a peculiar… crow.

The creature was the first aviation animal that she had discovered in the forest after several weeks of roaming around the Wu Ji Forest.

The young girl had first noticed its presence as it sat atop of the low branches of a short gingko tree, its beak viciously gouging into a gingko nut.

At her initial glance, An Fei didn't know whether to laugh or gawk at the bird's unusual movements.

Instead of taking flight and soaring in the overgrowth of the forest with its fellow flying creatures, the little black raven-crow anomaly decided to strut on top of the lower branches with an arrogant attitude.

It was truly a mystery, causing the young girl to pause and glance for an extended period of time. As if noticing her inquisitive stare, the raven tilted its head to gaze towards An Fei, the beady eyes concealing an indeterminate yet profound glint.

The young girl and raven stared at each other, two pairs of eyes interlocked in deep thought.

Caw!

The raven was the first to break the silence, releasing the cry that An Fei deeply remembered as the one responsible for terrorizing the Wu Ji Forest to its core.

However, the young girl realized that the cry lacked the mystical phenomenon that had frozen the life within the forest, and was merely a call of a little crow.

"This… a crow's cry?"

An Fei hesitated for a brief moment, the pair of scarlet irises clouding over in thought.

After a brief moment, the young girl's mumble nearly caused the proudly strutting raven to fall off its perch and onto the ground.

"But… it clearly looks like a raven… why croak like a crow?"

Oblivious to the raven's death glare, the young girl continued to ruminate to herself regarding the dissonance between the raven's appearance and its cry.

With each passing instance of time, the glare within the raven's crimson eyes increased even further until it appeared to be dripping with furious blood.

"Must be an illegitimate child conceived from a bizarre matching… ah, this forest truly is mysterious, for its capable of even this feat!"

Ultimately, An Fei tossed out this remark whist turning around to further explore the forest for a swift pathway towards the exit.

Caw!

The proud raven was forced to topple from its usually secure branch, colliding against a sharp serrated stem of a fallen acorn resting on the ground. The pitiful creature soared upward with a pained cry, hot tears threatening to pour from its eyes.

However, the raven soon relished in its pain, having accomplished his objective.

The young girl who was in the midst of walking away, could not help but turn around to face the raven, having been startled by the sudden cry.

After turning around, An Fei couldn't suppress herself from displaying a small frown. The young girl noticed with a trace of bewilderment that watery tears pooled at the base of the raven's crimson eyes.

The creature's actions… appeared far too much of a human's and less of an actual bird.

Then again, so were all the other creatures she had encountered thus far!

"Ah…" the young girl paused, the pair of scarlet irises revealing a trace of hesitation.

The raven… was it crying?

The little creature continued to scratch its head with its claws, tenderly nursing the bruised area with curses running afoul in its heart.

Under An Fei's completely bemused gaze, the raven savagely tore apart the gingko nut, its golden beak devouring the soft flesh contained within.

"Little… crow?"

The young girl tentatively called out with a soft voice, her countenance displaying a mild interest as she gazed at the small raven. An Fei even extended her right arm towards the little creature, her fingers reaching for its glossy feathers.

As the young girl stood frozen in shock, the little raven darted forward to rub its head against her extended index finger, the gingko nut forgotten in its haste.

An Fei could only watch in an uncomprehending manner as the raven carelessly hopped onto her shoulder, its golden claws snugly clinging to the strap of the leather bag.

"Ah… Hey!" the young girl finally returned to her senses, the fingers of her left hand attempting to disengage the creature from her shoulder.

"What a-are you doing on my shoulder – get off!"

Contrary to her expectations towards the creature whose small frame easily nestled within the palm of her hand, the young girl found to her utter dismay that regardless of her efforts, the little raven refused to leave from its newly acquired perch.

The raven's golden claws clung tight to the leather bag's strap, and not even her fingers reinforced with spiritual essence could force it to budge.

"Bloody little crow, you get off me this instant!"

The agonized cry of a young maiden's alluring voice reverberated throughout the Wu Ji Forest, along with the silent cackling of a raven with the cry of a crow.

–

In the Immortal Realm, a handsome youth's lips suddenly arched to produce a profound smirk, the pair of violet irises gleaming with interest and satisfaction.

Seated within the seemingly infinite corridor of sky-blue crystal, the youth dressed in black robes exuded an aura of victory, laughter unable to be constrained within his throat.

At a certain point, the youth even broke his ordered posture to lean backwards onto the crystalline floor, his eyes revealing a deep-rooted mirth.

Forget Deng Lan, Bai Xing, or even Mu Rong Yuan's undying efforts in condensing a mortal soul to explore the infinite, deceiving caveat known as the myriad collection of mortal worlds… he had just obtained the prize, without having to expend –

"Xiao Hei! You get off this Young Miss' shoulder this instant!"

The Esteemed Immortal Dongfang Yu's giddy mood was submerged into the lowest pits of an eternally frozen hell, his lips tugging downwards with great force to produce the most dissatisfied frown his countenance could support.

The youth raised his fist towards the ceiling of the sky-blue crystal corridor, fiercely swearing in his heart.

Call me a crow, and see what I'll do to you when we finally meet, little girl!

"A mirror?" she wondered, rubbing the smooth surface with her slender fingers. "What's so special about it? It looks so ordinary."


"Just not a plain mirror," replied the grandfather. His gaze distant, his voice was hoarse as he explained. "It'll change your life to the deepest core. Here, since it is your sixteenth birthday, I'll pass it to you as a present."


"How will it change anything?" she retorted, tapping the pristine yet dull surface. "You must be joking! Always prancing about how I need to be more vain, so mean!"


"You will see in due time," was the reply. 



You will see in due time. Just how a single, useless mirror will change your life in many ways unexpected by anyone.


Grandfather was indeed correct. An Fei could not help but admit it. The mirror had completely changed her life, just as he had said.

Only, was she presented hell, or a new life?
Because....

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"My dear wife, I particularly enjoyed those soft cries and croons you prepared last night. Husband wants to eat meat again!"

A handsome man dressed in black robes patted her on the back, softly whispering into her ear. 


That handsome appearance combined with his devilish allure, he would torment her night and day without pause, tethered by a tender string of sweetness.


Definitely in hell. No doubt about it!



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//Hello! This is another project of mine! This one will be incorporating themes of historical, transmigration, romance, and xianxia themes. Hope you enjoy!

Left alone to wait in a cave for her mother to come back for them, the eleven year old princess of dragons must learn fend for herself and her frail little sister in the woods. A slow-paced, emotional story with an overarching adventure.

Warnings are for implied barbaric customs of fictional medieval societies, actual violence, and themes of emotional trauma/possible ptsd.

Despite the new information Frozen Milk decided to go along with his old plan. He went to find Holbe while Vil was going to confront Bro, Prota and Glimpse Water would take care of the private force.
The soldiers didn't know much apart from the fact that Bro had his own private army, but they were sure that Holbe was not in the prison like them. She would be somewhere close to the second prince. In other words, she must be in his chambers.
Frozen Milk was even more enraged when he heard this. The Holy Beauty in a honey trap like this? What if he did anything to his maiden? This was unacceptable!
The castle was divided into three floors. The groundfloor- where the throne hall was, the underground floor where the prison was and the upper floor where the private chambers of the royal family were.
The head aching problem was that the castle was as big as five football fields. Wasn't this just hell for legs and feet? Anyone in their sane minds would need to at least bike through the mansion.
However, anyone living in the mansion wasn't just an average guy like Frozen Milk. They all had powers and this short distance of five football fields was nothing to them.
"Host, do you even know where you are going?"
"Then redeem yourself! For that stupid 'key' answer you wanted me to flatter you? You are so useless!"
The system felt wronged and agreed to Frozen Milk's request. It knew that Frozen Milk's body was slowly falling apart but Frozen Milk wasn't aware of it since he felt no pain. They wasted enough time. Frozen Milk couldn't afford to spend dilly-dallying through the mansion.
"Ok," his system granted Frozen Milk's wish and in his field of vision, arrows appeared. It was the same as the time he stalked Glimpse Water.
Frozen Milk wordlessly accepted this and walked. He didn't feel any pain but the exhaustion was painfully clear. He barely made it to the ground floor when he needed to rest at a corner. Unfortunately, Frozen Milk's luck was just so so and he heard voices.
Frozen Milk peeked and his heart leapt into his throat. He could clearly see how powerful those two people were.
"Heard the crown prince escaped," one of them scratched the back of his head.
"Seems like it, so we need to capture them?" the other straightened his clothes.
"We could use some fighting again," the first one smirked. It was evil. 
As evil as, well, Frozen Milk had no suitable comparison... as evil as an evil wannabe mastermind. The system stayed quiet as it saw Frozen Milk's chaos of thoughts that rushed towards the direction of endless stupidity.
The two soldiers stood there with no intention to move. If they wanted to fight and capture Frozen Milk and the others, shouldn't they at least make an effort and move around? 
Hello? Move your feet, please! I'm trying to thwart your plans, ok! Have some respect!
But Frozen Milk had a feeling they might know he was here. Just then a hand covered Frozen Milk's mouth, "Shh, father it's me!"
Frozen Milk turned to see Glimpse Water, "What are you doing? Didn't you leave earlier than me?"
Indeed, Frozen Milk was the last to leave the prison since he had to question the soldiers.
"I got lost," Glimpse WAter shrugged his shoulder.
Frozen Milk bit his lips, he couldn't get angry.
"But I found him," Glimpse Water pointed behind him and Oppoa waved.
When did he come here?
"It was easy to sneak in," Oppoa grinned.
Just how strong was he?
"We'll distract them and you go."
"Calculating another route," the system's voice appeared and Frozen Milk nodded.
He took another way and left Glimpse Water and Oppoa alone with the two opponents.
Meanwhile, Prota and Vil were stuck together.
"Why are you following me?" Prota wanted to get rid of all the opponents and rush to Frozen Milk's side.
"I'm not," Vil simply stated but then both of them stopped in their tracks.
They were faced with two other opponents.
***
In a dark chamber, on a gorgeous king-sized bed, Holbe laid, still asleep, while Bro sat next to her and caressed her face.
"Why does my brother deserve all the good things?" he retracted his fingers and balled his fists.
"It is unacceptable. Dear brother, I will take everything close to you away and make it mine."
Bro stood up and left the room. In the hallway, he is joined by one of his private force.
"Your highness, the crown prince and his guests managed to escape. The others are currently fighting with them."
"I see," Bro wore his small smile again, "Let him fight to his heart's content, in the end, he won't be able to protect anything."
"Yes, your Highness. What should be done with the soldiers?"
"Lock them up," Bro watched his private force disappear and went down the hallway.
Bro didn't calculate it would be this fast that his brother could escape, and was a bit anxious. However, everything was going according to his plan. If his brother and his companions did make it, he would be strong enough to get rid of them all.
On top of that, he still had the hostage.
Bro entered his office and sat at his table. A frame, face down, laid there. He took it in his hands and viewed the beautiful woman in there.
"Mother," he said and a sad smile appeared, "I will not disappoint you."
Those words whispered flew in the air before they disappeared as if they've never been spoken.
Bro felt restless, he had to calm himself and the only way he could calm himself was to take a bath and drown out all his worries.
It wasn't the best time, but he needed to be in his best state if it would come down to face his brother.
He couldn't fail. He needed to get the throne and once he became the king he would drag down his family, especially his father, with him to the underworld.
Bro entered the large bathroom only for his eyes be sullied by a thing that was half the size of his own, leaking a yellow stream.
He locked eyes with the owner of that pitiful thing.
Frozen Milk instantly zipped up but caught his thing. He screamed in pain. Fuck! He just wanted to normally pee yet why was it that his trauma resurfaced? Why was it that every time anything related to pee would be created into a mother fucking trauma?
Frozen Milk cried and the tears just spilt onto the ground.
Bro stood there not knowing what to do. He empathised with Frozen Milk since it was indeed very painful to have that happen to his thing.
Bro found this being very pitiful. It was the only word he could use to describe Frozen Milk. And for some reason, this pitiful thing that laid on the ground crying and rubbing its thing was kind of cute in Bro's eyes.
If the older brother was an M, wasn't it natural for the younger one to be an S?

Check out my new BL novel: I teleported again and now all demons want me! 
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To lighten the wrath of his blackened readers, Frozen Milk was forced to transmigrate into his own novel to witness what *** he wrote.

What's this? One plothole, two plotholes... plotholes everywhere!

How do you counter a novel full of plotholes? 
Of course, with constant bullshit, constant crap and constant nonsense!

It shouldn't be working but the result?

Terrifying!

Long live holy creator Frozen Milk!

"Damn! What the hell is this?? Wasn't this supposed to be a comedy rip off? A parody? So, why are all my characters leeching onto me? Do I look like a bamboo stick to climb and eat? To stick in between your cheeks?"

"Hello? System help?"

"System is currently on holida- undergoing maintenance, host."

"%$@#!" 

Frozen Milk was nearing his despair. Bent, straight, bent, straight, bent, STRAIGHT!!!!

Be ready to have your brains fried, your life questioned and above all your integrity disappear!

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This is completed!
Disclaimer: some profanities and innuendos 
Has elements of BL

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