A telling of two stories: one, of simpler times; the other, of an adventure in the night.

Field Report

Multiverse coordinate ID: E-98T4-3X1L3

Location of importance: Aqusta, Empire of Nyild

[Thaddeus Von Mauqk]

Title: self declared Demon Lord

Status: deceased

COD: Holy Crusade by the Church of Evelty

[James Madhat]

Occupation: bibilography writer, memoir writer

Department: 1-6B

Company/Corporation: Metaverse Memoir Company

Multiverse Home coordinate: E-3773N-48

Status: MIA

Due to unforseen situation, the memoir of Thaddeus Von Mauqk recorded by James Madhat of the Metaverse Memoir Company  have been declared as [unfinished].  The situation was recorded as follow; the Church of Evelty received words of a self-declared Demon Lord and under the urging of the Archbishop, declared a holy crusade against the individual known as Thaddeus Von Mauqk. James Madhat was declared as missing during the resulting conflict and now considered as MIA.  A small militant group belonging to the Church of Evelty manage to acquire some of James Madhat's belonging, which include one Transporter device and proceed to invade MMC's HQ in the name of their Holy Crusade.  Thankfully, due to the effort of MMC's regulation and security team the invader infiltration did not succeed however some damage was incurred to MMC's HQ during the situation. 

Hence as per new regulation, all employees travelling throughout the multiverse are required to have at minimum one partner to ensure safety and prevention of MMC's property from being acquired by hostile forces. All technology belong to MMC are now implemented with biometric scanning identification. Should an attempt be made by an unauthorised person to use MMC's Tech will enact protocol E-10. The devices will explode in that person's hand and sending an SOS signal to the nearest monitoring station.  All travelling between the multiverse will now be done through bypass station to ensure a better safety both in and out of MMC's HQ.

End of report

In Darkness there is Light
In Doubt there is Faith
In Fear there is Courage
In Despair there is Hope
In Love there is Hate

What make one a Demon Lord and what make one a Hero? 
Why must the Hero fight the Demon Lord?
No one really know nor understand the existence that is known as Demon Lords?
Why do they exist?
Why do they always wished to conquer the world?
For what purpose?

It seem that every time there is a Demon Lord, all would put their hands on deck and try to exterminate said Demon Lord. 

Is it a game? A game like tag or hide and seek? 
Is it a game of chess then, where we are all pawns, to be used and put into whatever roles the players decided?

Come within, perhaps within these stories, there is a clue, there might be a truth to the existence that is known as Demon Lords.

Warning: cruel depictions

Shortly after the judge elder left, Li Zhu decided to leave the arena, and claim his rewards. Since he had ended up in fourth place, Li Zhu had won ten Cultivation Enhancing pills, two weeks worth of cultivating in Spirit Palace, a skill from the sect library, and a plant from Shen Zan's garden. All these rewards were great, but the last two especially intrigued Li Zhu, since he was in dire need of more skills to widen his options in combat.

Currently he could only use Shadow Lurk and Frost Touch, neither of which were skills which could be used to attack enemies. This was in part a good thing, since they were skills which did not grow less useful as his cultivation increased, making them good long term skills to have. That said, he currently had no way to damage opponents stronger than him, so he needed to focus more on the short-term, at least for now.

With this in mind, Li Zhu decided to head over to the sect library first, and choose a suitable skill. According to what the elder had stated, he could choose from any skill on the first four floors at no cost.

The sect library was on Knowledge Peak, which was one of the central peaks of the sect. The actual library was a massive building with seven floors and thousands of books, most of which contained skills. There were also history books and journals of great masters, but they were much less prominent than skills, which had been accumulated over hundreds of years.

When a disciple who met all requirements bought a skill book at a certain cost, they would be able to read and learn the skill for however long it took them. After they learned the skill, though, it needed to be returned to the library, for other disciples to learn in the future. If a disciple did not return their skill book to the library, they could not buy any more from it, which also meant each disciple could only learn one skill at a time from the library.

There were seven floors in the library in total, each containing stronger and rarer skills, and having higher requirements to enter them. For example, outer sect disciples could only buy books from the first two floors, and inner sect disciples could only buy books from the first four floors. As for the three floors after that, only elders could access them, and the seventh floor could only be entered by the Grand Elder, or whoever was the leader of the sect at any moment in time.

As Li Zhu entered the library, he felt right at home. As the crown prince, anytime he had not been training, he had been reading in the imperial library. He had read hundreds of books, each of which increased his knowledge of the Endless Sword Continent, and sometimes even beyond.

In the first floor of the library, there was a large table at the back, where an old man was sitting. The elder was absorbed in his reading, so Li Zhu simply walked past him, to the second floor. Just as he was about to reach the stairs, though, the elder's head snapped towards him, his face full of suspicion.

The elder sized up Li Zhu for a second, before returning to his reading, and saying "As you know, stay within the first four floors. There will be an elder on fourth floor, and you do not want to anger him... trust me."

'He knew who I was?' wondered Li Zhu, realizing that the judge elder had not lied when she said that elders knew exactly who the top ten disciples of the competition were. At the same time, the old man's last words intrigued him, as he wondered what kind of person an elder would fear.

Still, he walked all the way to the fourth floor, since it was the limit of where he could go in the library, and had much stronger skills than the previous floors. Li Zhu did not doubt that the sect had placed a few extremely precious books in the lower floors for disciples to accidentally come across, but he did not have the time to scroll through thousands of books, all for the possibility of finding something rare.

On the fourth floor, there were much fewer books than the previous floors, with only a few hundred displayed in the bookshelves. This was already amazing, tough, since finding so many skills was difficult, even for a large sect.

Li Zhu began browsing the books immediately, looking for an attack skill that suited his combat style. Since he used Shadow Lurk to quickly strike enemies, a skill which took a long time to use was not worth it, since it would leave him exposed. Furthermore, he currently did not want to use a sword in combat, so the skill needed to be a palm or fist technique, which were much less common than weapon skills.

"Flaming Tiger Pierce... doesn't meet any of the requirements. Three armed shot... no. Molten Yang Slash... weak!"

As he flipped through the books, Li Zhu noticed that there were many skills related to fire and swords, while all other skills were less common. This actually surprised him, since the sect was named Flaming Saber sect, so he had expected more saber skills, rather than sword ones.

With time, he did find a few palm and fist skills, "Flowing Ocean palm... each palm strike is like a tide,  destroying and then receding. Each palm strike is stronger than the previous, and if this art is trained to the maximum level, your strength can be equal to the very ocean we are surrounded by!"

Most skills had descriptions at the start, but they were often exaggerations, and even the masters who had invented the skills had never reached the level they claimed was possible. Because of this, even the weakest skill would sound intimidating, when the description was read. Li Zhu, though, knew to look past the initial words, and flip through the first few pages. For Flowing Ocean Palm, as he read the next few pages, the skill was quite clearly weak, and would only be useful in certain situations.

Due to this, Li Zhu continued walking around the bookshelves, opening every book there was.

"My Memoir?" mumbled Li Zhu, after reading the title of one particular book, which had tears all over it, clearly having barely withstood the test of time. All the books he had read previously were skills, so he was quite surprised to find this book. After all, an elder had decided that this memoir was worth having on the fourth floor, which said a lot about its value.

"April 15, year 128: Today is a great day, because I have practiced by Flaming Saber skill to the fourth level, and I am now finally an inner sect disciple of the Thousand Illusions Mountain! I have not written in this journal for a few weeks due to training, but I will try to write something every day from now on." Li Zhu flipped to a random page, reading off the first paragraph.

Instantly, a shocked expression appeared on his face, as he read the date again. In the Endless Sword Continent, each year was made up of three hundred and fifty days, and divided into twelve months. That said, the current year was 1784, and year 0 was said to be when the first civilizations had formed. If the date on the memoir was accurate, it was more than a thousand years old, and was an extremely precious recording of history.

Li Zhu continued to read, engrossed in the daily life of this young man, so eager to reach the peak of the continent. Unfortunately, the memoir ended abruptly, where many pages had been ripped off by someone. In the place of the pages, there was a small note, reading, "If you are reading this, the young man in the memoir is our founder, Ts'ui Ru. Unfortunately, the final part part of the journal contained important information, and was stolen eighty years ago when our sect was attacked in the night. Still, I wish for all disciples of the Flaming Saber sect to learn the story of their founder, and hope that it may fuel a desire for greatness in them, and you."

Li Zhu was left dumbfounded, as he read the small note. The young man he had read about was actually a founder of this sect! Furthermore, Li Zhu was beginning to suspect that he was also the creator of all the treasures in the sect such as the Thousand Illusions Forest or the Kill Illusions tower, due to his affiliation with the Thousand Illusions Mountain, an ancient sect which had long disappeared, but remained in many legends.

'What could the last twenty pages have contained to be the cause of an attack by other sects?' wondered Li Zhu, but he had his suspicions.

The man in the memoir was clearly a great expert, and most figures such as him would own many treasures in their lives. Although it was just a hunch, Li Zhu suspected that the last pages contained information regarding these treasures, and the Flaming Saber sect had learned the hard way that wealth attracts jealously.

As he was absorbed i his own thoughts, Li Zhu heard a whisper in another aisle of the library, "Are you excited, Yin Shing!? All our work is about to pay off, and we finally do not have to wait any longer! The dream we so badly wanted to fulfill will finally come true, and that old man can do nothing about it!"

There was another person in the aisle, but he did not take the words well, reprimanding, "Shut it! Let's go somewhere more private if you want to talk about the inheritance."

And with that, the two voices stopped, and Li Zhu was left with a curious expression on his face.

Jian Long was betrayed by his closest friend, his cultivation was destroyed, he lost his status... but he did not die!

Cultivate with swords? No, I would be recognised!

Use my same name? Absolutely not. Let's change it to Li Zhu.

Have the same look? Courting death.

I will have my revenge, but I need to become a whole different person, with a completely different cultivation method... summoning will do!

Li Zhu will take the path of summoning, in a world where weapons are Kings. What makes him different from other summoners, though, is that he can fuse with his spirit beasts!

The Kid wonder lawyer knew the judge is a a close pal of SAN Terror and that this case was brought specially before him so That SAN Terror will be given unfair advantage over him, and he came prepared to turn the apple cart and cause uproar that its effect will not die in the city for a long time, especially now that they are moving into the city's election year.
    He turned to the judge and said I do not wish to start this defence cross examining my client, can I please call on her perceived victim? The judge said, "Call him but do quickly because of time" Richie was wheeled to the witness stand and placed on oath and the cross examination started. One thing that the kid wonder lawyer is thanking God for is that Richie's tongue was not affected by the paralysis, he can talk clearly. 
    So he faced him and asked, "I learnt that you used to have a memoir, can you recognised it if you see it? Richie was shocked because he did not know that Tolu took the memoir with her, and before he would answer he tried to turn to look for help from SAN Terror to silence this route of questioning but his paralytic body betrayed him and the judge compelled him to answer, but before he would answered the women who remembered what was read in the morning from his memoir began to murmur knowing he did not want more part of that memoir read. 
     since the judge compelled him to answer he said yes, and the kid wonder lawyer gave the memoir to him to verify if it is his own, he verified that it is. Then the kid wonder lawyer opened to a page and said my Lord I want to read  two places from this memoir so that you will see that this memoir that the prosecuting lawyer had called harmless all morning is a bomb that no lady in her right since will see and not run for her dear life. 
The judge said he should go on, so he turned to the page and read, " Today tenth of May I proved again that with a little charm any woman on earth can become a toy in a man's hand, with a wink of my eyes I moved the the simpleton away from her husband, and right there on their matrimonial bed I had her with her husband attending to guests in their garden. And what a secret she revealed in her bid to keep my service, no one will know that as handsome as our mayor is he is nothing but a paper horse that can't serviced his beautiful wife!
     The court exploded when they heard that he wrote this about the Mayor and his wife, more so this was read to face slap the Mayor who was sitting with his wife in this hearing! The Mayor stood up in shock but his wife could not, she slumped in guilt and it showed clearly by her action to all the people watching her that Richie had her. The noise this time was deafening that the judge was forced to put the court on recess! He asked both SAN Terror and The kid wonder lawyer to meet him in his office. He knew that this young lawyer is doing this on purpose and he is out to cause trouble in the land. As they moved into the office he was thinking of what he can do to stop this kid, but he remembered he is having the backing of Sir Boripe, the richest man in the nation and a childhood bosom friend of the President of the nation and also a class mate of the present chief judge of the whole nation, with this knowledge he knew he must be cautious in the way he will handle this young lawyer. He was also of the opinion that SAN Terror should have objected when he wanted to read that memoir and he would have stopped him. SAN Terror on his own too knew if he tried to stop him from reading from that memoir the public opinion will be raised against his case and he may loose the emotional sentiment that he has gained. More so he did not envisage that such a thing can be in the memoir and that this evil baby lawyer will dare to read it out.
     Now he knew this boy is a very dangerous guy that must be handled carefully, while he is thinking about this his mind strayed back to the Mayor his friend and his wife and he wondered how the two of them will manage this crisis that hit them like a bomb in the midst of this tongues wagging crowd.?
      When they got into the office, the judge went straight for a glass of water to cool the tension that has risen in his blood stream, then he sat down and faced the kid wonder lawyer and asked, "Just what were you up to in there my friend?" SAN Terror too said, "Yes what were you up to reading such a thing in the public?"
    Calmly the kid wonder lawyer said am setting up my defence and am free to use every fact available to defend my client. SAN Terror answered him and said I don't know what you want to gain with what you have done but let me assure you that you've bite more that you can chew by coming against the Mayor in the public. The kid wonder lawyer said let that be my headache sir, did I not warned that we should let the sleeping dog lie?
     The judge asked, "When we go back inside there are you still going to continue in that line of questioning?" The kid wonder lawyer said I have not even started sir and it will be difficult to  abandon that line of cross examination because it can injure my case. SAN Terror shouted, "You have no case to prove in here my friend" The kid wonder lawyer asked, "Says whom? As long as Tolu is standing trial I have a case to prove, however i may not have a case to prove if you withdraw this case against my client" SAN Terror shouted, "You will not dictate to us, we have paid our dues and we are the ones who made law lucrative for you rookies to be drawn by its lure, when I say you have nothing to prove it means you have nothing to prove, this is my territory I ruled here"
     "Sir, you are not the judge and I cannot see how you can rule here, I will only bow to your wish if we get back inside and I see you sitting on the bench, if that do not happen we are both here to prove a case let us face it"
     When the judge saw that he could not be intimidated he spoke softly and said, "Look you are like a son to me, I will advise you not to go down the lane that you are going, you will destroy many people and you too can get destroy in the process, please when you get inside change your direction of cross examinations" The kid wonder lawyer said, "Okay sir and thanks for your advice and he left leaving SAN Terror and the judge to ponder on how to do damaged control.
    However, by the time the hearing resumed the Mayor and his wife were no more around in the court, the Mayor left fuming while his wife that he left behind left through the back door with head bowed in shame!
    The kid wonder lawyer resumed his defence saying, " I said it the other time that this memoir in my hand is a bomb that can blow the city apart but I did not explained why I said so. The reason for my summation are the names of many eminent ladies and wives of eminent men that I see in this memoir, if this court can react the way they react by just hearing a little in many sordid stunts that this man has pulled, how do you think a young lady like my client will react, you can judge for yourself. I will hand over this memoir to this court as an evidence that exonerate my client from been called a devil, but the real reason for her action I will lay bare before this court if this court have the time to continue the hearing today.

    The judge said, "Definitely the time is not on our side again today, submit that memoir as you said and we will adjourn till next Tuesday. The kid wonder lawyer gave the memoir to the judge knowing that the memoir will kill Richie's stand in this case, because his wife and that of SAN Terror too patronised Richie's bedroom. 
    Richie practically dated all the wives of the eminent men he worked for and he used them to gain favour with their husbands, and most of this men were the Mayor' political allies and promoters; this means there will be a shaking in their political camp as the year of the election is drawing in.

He was in the deep gutter of jungle justice, in a matter of minutes he'll loose his life for crime he did not commit; and from the blues she stepped out to expose the real criminal and saved him.
Though nothing could match what she has done, but to show gratitude he helped her to secure a job where he worked and this caused a rift between him and his girl friend who was a born with silver in the mouth neighbour of his saviour.
With this girl friend annoying needless tantrums, he dumped her and decided to focus on the saviour, but she refused for a long time until he cleared off her chief reason for saying no through a special arrangement, and they started a sexless relationship which he  really did not like.
After a while in their cat and mouse sexless engagement, the criminal that she exposed to save him showed up with acid plastic and ruined her beauty.
With her beauty ruined he lost interest in her and dumped her for her traitorous friend. This set them up for a long journey of deadly vengeance. This book is a book for the strong hearted who can have food on the table and be glued to printed page that cant be put down to be read later!

Jay wears the key like a long key chain pendant. Not any memoir or any cliché feeling of having Ace near to her heart all the time, but to run towards a safe shelter during an episode. Her insane seizures which were dormant for a while, kept getting worse until the current strange session which brought her back miraculously enough. 
She had no hope left at all after the guy passed away.
 And now she has got a unique luck to keep on having encounters with all sorts of specimen guys from who knows where.

As she unlocked her arena of materialistic salvation, which belonged to Ace, she turned around to find the Raven nowhere in sight!
The location had always been so unnaturally dark that the boy seemed to have merged in it completely. Everything about him screamed shady, and now these characteristics of him are too suspicious. Even accustomed to darkness each time, Jay's eyes still flickered for any slight motion around. Her observant nature being put to test. Her own actions frozen to spot. 


Oblivious to her of course, she was being watched intently and keenly close! Master in the art of keeping even his hair still to the point where his presence is often mistaken as invisible and missed by most, the dark eyed guy was taking his time judging his most recent sacrifice. 

Eyes dead and lost, but still searching for his own, lips pressed into a thin tightness as a nervous act of not finding the Raven around, flushed cheeks due to the early episode, hairdo clutched above and short locks escaping through. 

And fuck!!!

Does she look tempting smeared all over with his spilled blood on her body! Really beautiful!!!

When the ash blonde was done extracting, more likely drinking every inch of her particularly fuckable physique, a timid but hoarse voice crept up to his ears hesitating.

"R-Raven….?", unsure if that's what she should address her with.

Her low-pitched voice calling out the name of his species was really attracting him.
No one has ever called him like that, no emotion, but holding a lot of vengeance in just the voice.
Hell! No one has ever even bothered to call him out. None of his sacrifices!

He shifted and exposed his presence to her.

As soon as she sensed his movement and position, she dropped her guard and caution. Without any further questions, she turned, unlocked the front door and entered. No more flying fucks given at all!
The Raven just cocked an eyebrow and followed her in the abandoned house where once there were parts of a beautiful story.


Due to the strange contract, which was sealed when Jay had attempted to slaughter him, an unspoken telepathic bond was formed between the two. The Raven containing the upper hand could feel Jay's mind, thoughts, emotions, doubts or insecurities.

No! he can't read the exact mind but sense her deeper voice unspoken. The same feeling would overtake him whenever there's a shift in her emotions. 


However, Jay would be deprived of such an ability. She could rarely feel his presence unless he is responsive enough or their bond had exceeded the limit. And again, she was oblivious to those unless Raven decide to explain it to her.


The home had its usual neon lights on as the Raven had to admit that the owner had really warm tastes.
He was suddenly hit with a heavy wave of nostalgic shock, residing within Jay. He smirked behind her, knowing the exact reason and craving some fun. 

"Rare...", he spoke for the first time judging his surrounding in satisfaction," ….is your kind. We are called Ravens".

Jay snapped at the overall repeat of such bullshit names. Does he really need to say that again?

"Didn't ask!", she spat.

"Don't care?", he raised a brow, "You should"

"What's the fucking point?", Jay had vanished inside a room, not sparing a glance.

The Raven faked a gasping expression and continued nevertheless," You need to know your rules to follow them".
Jay exited from the said room with rolled eyes, as a cue for him to continue. Interest wasn't her choice; it was forced because she couldn't get rid of him any sooner.


The Raven dropped on the sofa owning it.

Jay scrunched up her nose in slight disagreement, "Don't", she spoke genuinely in concern," March around naked feet for a while and get in there after 20 minutes. The water should be heated up by then".

Ash blonde responded by lifting himself up quietly. Throwing a hopeless glance at Jay which went violently ignored, he leaned against the wooden chair instead beside the table, raising his eyebrows gesturing if it was okay.
Jay waved her palm dismissively as she continued to march around the house doing chatty tasks. The Raven talked and she had mind and physical body differentiated from his very presence to contrasting attentions. 
Occasional glances kept her check on the Raven fucking creature and her hands performed skillfully setting the stuff she had left in last time.


"Demons, evils, Undead incarnation or Grim, all comes under my species. The birth is the outcome of a heinous crime, mighty proud of the rank of sin", he stated.

"Same here", Jay retorted without looking.

"Babe's man left her coz he wasn't smart enough to live on and protect her?", the bitter line sure did shut the girl up and gained her attention," We exist for the sole purpose to serve your kind Rare! Because no one else can, surely not any low ranked human. Once you had decided to kill me, the contract was signed. You're stuck with me, Rare and Raven, doesn't it sound good?".


"Just like your face", a real blunt reply for the earlier sarcasm. The Raven mouthed an 'ouch'.

"What's the name?".

"That would be …...Raven, again?", he shrugged.

"Sure, I'm a human", came a mockery," The name!".


The Raven stared back with pretend doe eyes, dark crimson. Did it just swap color? Jay was known to have a sharp memory even in her chronic to have remembered the Raven's dark shaded eyes. His confused expression just changed color in his iris. 
He tried thinking of something, in vain. His eyes had shifted away from Jay completely, now icy blue shade. Slowly fading to his original black form. The not-so-done silence coming from the quick-witted creature even stopped Jay to rethink on the situation. She turned at him to find an utterly lost face and frowning eyebrows, trying hard for something. It didn't take long to strike her in the head.

"You…. don't have a name", she concluded.

The Raven looked up and for the first time Jay flinched taking a direct look at his face.
Dark, isn't even the word to cover that description in whole. He shook his head sincerely as Jay just studied him better. Hair, pitch-coal black, unconditionally shiny that the light reflected over the strands. 
A small partition at the side had a few silver strands too, perfectly matching the jet-black surrounding. May be dyed or just a Raven genetic. 
Clear face with little tan expressing his sharp jawlines. 
Natural lips and hard physique.
 And lastly the most intimidating, eyes! Fucking it always the eyes.
 And he bore color swapping ones.
Black, deeper than the depths of the ocean and drowning in the abyss. Like black flames extracted from the tyrannic hell. Not an inch of light in them,full of sin, slight dilation and sharp lashes. 
The pupils shook fast, trying to figure out her mind for the cause of being judged suddenly.
Really dark, and creepily rough. 
Nothing like those blue deep ones. These are too demonic, like the death ocean. But with the similar familiarity!

Jay couldn't make out what was so comparing with both the blue and black sets, because the contrast touched sky and sand. They had nothing in common. Yet the awful vibe was pulling Ace in her mind continuously. Why do these eyes have connections with them? And before jay could figure out the mystery, the word flew out from her mouth without realization.

"Wave ...."

The Raven tilted his head, "Wave? Want to call me that?".

The fact appeared strange to him as she nodded unconsciously. None of former sacrifices as said never even addressed him. It was all a professional relationship. He despised them and discarded them soon after the contract was formed.
They just used him strictly based on profession and didn't entertain him further. And he needed pleasure. Nothing was getting any interesting for him.

The newly named, Wave smirked.

His sacrifice just named him.

Her depths of naming him were reaching him which made him widen his smile even more.




This one's is surely gonna be different.

" When you're still suffering but alive, you are cleansed and pure. But when learn to remedise it yourself, that's when you're corrupted and hollowed. And that is when you're actually dead".

With suddenly Ace gone sooner than Jay could have predicted, she had only his words remembered with still no meaning in them.
All he left her were his memories, in those which she actually lived.
And those, which will never let her live again!

With already attempted numerous suicidals, before her unknown oblivion could devour her.....it had already caught up to her to drag her to her grave...
That's when enters the non-human called Raven with complete manly features, offering to rescue her at the cost of a stange deal....

"Because we exist for the sole reason to serve your kind"

Now all the decisions lie upon Jay, to change the course of her twisted fate only by 3 small things:
1. Accept all conditions of Raven
2. Going all against what Ace sacrificed and protected
3. Give up her humanity

Because when emotions develop...it's a scary thing!!!

plot is a side story of MC's grandfather it is to be read as a memoir

First of all, I will explain the circumstances behind my decision to write this memoir.
I have spent most of my life living for my desires while devoted to the research of the technique known as Hypnosis.
Tracing back to the origin, this technique belonged to my brother of the main family, but was now mostly my own exclusive technique thanks to having achieved a peculiar evolution. In fact, my brother is not even aware of the fact that he is under my hypnosis.
This technique, which can manipulate the feelings of the target and operate them freely, has helped me a lot in venting out my abnormal amount of sexual desire.
Therefore, to think that my genitals became disabled at the age of 40, even now I still can't somewhat believe it.
No, putting things another way, perhaps it is because I continued to diffuse my lust like this that led to this result.
This impotency itself was the main reason that I felt uncertainty at the fact that I was not absolute.
What I will be writing from now on is a story of how I, who had become like this, thought to fulfill my desires.
If possible, I pray that, as you read this, the present me has become normal.
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First of all, I, who had become like this, was eager to regain my past self.
I have tried drugs and treatments many a time, but without results.
Therefore, I decided to first try doing it with my own method. By using women.
To begin with, the women of this area, regardless of age, have had sexual contact with me. It is no exaggeration to say that likely half of the children in this city are mine.
Seeking for more stimulating intercourse, I forced them into it with hypnosis.
Even if it results in three casualties, it pretty much ended without raising any results.
I realised that new sexual contact could not treat it.
The next thing I thought to address was the source of my libido.
Assuming that I no longer had libido inside of me, those in the same position as me would be children devoid of sexual desires.
If I find the beginning of those children's sexual desires, then I may be able to find something new that could let me regain my libido.
And so, we gathered over 10 boys and girls without sexual desires in this city.
I placed all of them under hypnosis and forcefully promoted the development of their secondary sex characteristics.
As a result, several of the boys became emaciated from ejaculating too much, and the remaining boys were pretty much rendered impotent.
Due to mostly recovering after applying a mental suggestion, the girls were not of any particular concern.
While feeling a minimal amount of sentiment for the children that were no longer of use, I let their parents deal with them.
Having come here, I began to feel as though I was at an impasse, but then hope suddenly fell to me.
At year's end, my son's family who had been away were returning.
Originally, my son had a gentle character similar to his wife.
I know the wife of my son, his childhood friend, very well. This woman has been thinking of my son ever since she was young, and the memory of me, who knew this, continuing to play with and violate her for several days before my son's very eyes still remained in me.
Because I regretted getting her pregnant with my child while she was a student, I made up my mind and had her become engaged with my son. Although I may be like this, I believe I did something that my son wished for.
The two students who married left the house naturally, and lived in an address that I did not know of.
And the one who was sandwiched between the two was both my grandson and my child.
He looked like he was still young and did not have any sexual desires.
Naturally, I used him in my experiments.
In doing so, an unexpected result appeared.
That man's sexual desire was amazingly kicked up a notch, and with his bounds of reason still removed, I left him for three days in a warehouse with women inside.
Amazingly, during those three days, my grandson spread his seed without sleep as he ravaged all the women.
I also couldn't hide my surprise at the appearance of the beast who had killed the man, feeling lust as it shook the borrowed girls and swung its hips.
I gazed at it dubiously for one or two days, but on the third day, I realised that it just wasn't normal.
It was then that I finally stopped my grandson from running wild, supporting his exhausted legs.
From there, I continued to observe my grandson. Although it had nothing to do with the origins of lust, I felt an indescribable sense of nostalgia from his figure.
Or rather, my son really never took after me.
However, this grandchild's figure reminds me of my own former self that was simply faithful to my desires.
At that time, I came to a conclusion.
A person's libido is something that originally comes from their reproductive instincts. Something born by the eager will to hand down one's own gene.
In the first place, I couldn't nod my head to this instinct. As for why, that is because genes are vague concepts, and, rather than being proof of their own, are nothing but raw materials that create incomplete replicas of themselves without accumulating any of the knowledge they have learned.
However, from this grandson's appearance, I was able to feel that I was boundless. I was convinced that this was a gift brought to me by my own genes.
I had fulfilled my libido. In other words, I need to leave behind and have my will, memories and knowledge inherited–or so I began to think.
After that, I strived to leave all of my hypnosis research in a textbook to pass it on in a reasonable manner.
The text book is almost complete, but, of course, this was not all there was.
There are still 12 more ideas to research.
Thus, I will have my successor return to my son's house for now. Because there's no point in him staying here at the moment.
In order to complete the remaining research, I traveled back home to learn further about the others' techniques.
There wasn't much to gain, but even a little bit of knowledge will be of use.
Furthermore, I also obtained a by-product.
What was being experimented in the storehouse will allow me to reach even deeper into the realm of hypnosis.
To that end, I borrowed a single person who could use hypnosis from my brother.
By hypnotising a hypnotist, there is a chance to gain a new technique.
What I received was a single woman. She was my brother's grandchild in name only, but it's likely that she may also be my child. Although I remember laying my hands on everyone in that entire family, I couldn't really grasp the blood connection.
Her name is Manaka Ai.
From here on, this would be the experimental body used for my will.
At the dawn of this experiment's completion, I will directly send my will and entrust it to him.

This is a story where the protagonist who obtained hypnosis does whatever he pleases and assaults girls at school.
There are many lines where common sense is rewritten and unconscious assault. Not just sex, but the particulars regarding the process, the situation, and the atmosphere of what occurs prior to the act are written about as much as possible.

completed

author: Lust Bone

translater: Dominant Programmer

chapters from:

https://dominantprogrammer.wordpress.com/projects/saimin-regulation/

Lie Wei Ying woke up, or at least he felt like he was waking up. However, it sorts of felt like he was dying at the same time. 

Lie Wei Ying's eyes opened in a dark room. It was like he was in a different universe, or in between a doorway to many universes.

"Welcome to the challenge of the Heart. Please pick your first doorway."

Lie Wei Ying didn't really know what to do. "Overpowered system can you hear me? He was really worried he'd lost his system. This sort of reminded him of being reborn. However, usually there wouldn't be a pretty woman, and instead there would be a very mean looking grim reaper with five hands around him.

"Uhm, I'm here," The system yelled, "However, the next instant he felt his imaginary body shake. "OWWWW!" The system was surprised he could feel pain.

"No talking brother. Hmph, you can watch but you can't help."

The challenge of the heart was getting started. His sister the black heart attack system had enough of her brother's antics. She even felt slightly proud. Today, she'd be able to put her brother in his place. 

"Uhm, is that you black heart attack? I thought you died?"

"No foolish brother! Hmph, you may be the strongest, but you're not smart. You don't even know how to read the instruction manual.

The system nodded. She was right, however; it was only because he was lazy. He was quite smart, and felt confident in Lie Wei Ying winning her challenge. 

…

Lie Wei Ying walked forward towards the girl in the middle of the black room. She was wearing a red dress, and had on a pretty smile. However, he was surprised she had a body. Didn't systems usually not have bodies? And, also, it was a very pretty body. It was like a pretty bell, and he wished he could be an adult suddenly.

"So, can you please tell me what these doors are about?"

The black heart attack system shook her head. "I don't have to tell you it's easy to figure out. Once you clear all these doorways I let you out of here."

There was a thousand doorways. Lie Wei Ying gulped. "Uhm, how about I do one?"

She laughed. Her body rocked back and forth like a hypnotic charm, and then she gripped his chin.

"Good Luck!"

Then Lie Wei Ying faded away. She decided to not let him choose the door. 

It was more fun this way. Her master, Divine, would approve.

However, a long time ago, she'd earned her own independent body. Now she just helped him out occasionally, and she was the first one to earn such a privilege.

Hmph, she didn't even care that she was the 353rd strongest system! She was the only one with a body, and independence. So, what if they were stronger than her!

Now, unfortunately, she just had to wait. Unless the boy was extremely gifted, he'd probably be stuck in this challenge for a thousand years, and then die.  

….

Lie Wei Ying seemed to turn into a cute little bunny.

He was a very strong bunny, but a bunny nonetheless. And in front of him was a very angry looking chef holding onto his head. 

"Gulp"

"You have three days to trick the butcher into not killing you. Begin!"

Lie Wei Ying tried to act cute. However, instantly a blade slashed towards him. 

He was only a bunny right now, and a mortal bunny at that! 

"Gush!"

The butcher missed and stabbed into the cutting board. The knife was stuck and the bunny was getting away!

"System, get me out of here!"

The overpowered system just nodded. If he talked, his sister would shock him again. He couldn't believe he ended up in her world. The world of a weakling, hmph. He'd totally kick her butt when he had his own body.

However, his bunny master just had to dodge a knife. 

The overpowered system started writing his memoir. This would be an important scene.

….

Lie Wei Ying gulped as the chef got faster. However, the bunny turned around with his back to the wall.

This challenge of the heart was not fun. 

"Come here Sweetie. Daddy wants some stew." The chef flipped his blade, and spun it in his hands. Yes, he really wanted some scrumptious rabbit on his plate, and then he took out another knife. He was very good at throwing knives.

Lie Wei Ying at this moment realized something. This was the perfect opportunity to develop a new move! He hopped away from a knife, and felt a bunny move coming on! Yes, this was amazing!

However, the next second another knife slit into his little bunny throat. 

And then it happened one more time as he smiled in front of the butcher. 

Apparently, you respawned when you died. However, the man would kill you again.

…

Lie Wei Ying died hundred tragic deaths in a few minutes. 

However, he finally noticed a picture in the chef's shirt. It was him in a funeral outfit holding the dead body of his son. At this moment, he knew what he had to do. He took some of his blood and wrote on the floor.

"Dad, I am your son, stop!"
The chef was so surprised he immediately dropped the knife.

He was proud of himself. He tricked the fake man into thinking he was his son. HAHAHAHA, that's what you get loser chef!

One man cried as Lie Wei Ying left. The bunny died right after from blood loss. 

That man would never stop crying even though he was imaginary.

….

"Hmph, one down miss heart! How about them apples," Lie Wei Ying smiled.

Soon, however, he was dangling over a cliff holding onto a fragile woman's hands.

"Help convince the lady to save you, and not her boyfriend."

He looked over at the man who was holding her other hand. This should be easy.

What is overpowered? Overpowered is Lie Wei Ying. He is a man who will become a god!

He receives a system called Overpowered. What does it do? Well, it makes the main character overpowered. So what if someone is five stages higher than you. Lie Wei Ying doesn't care. Fighting a mountain as a ten year old child? Give him ten chapters and he'll make the mountain a canyon. Give him a hundred chapters, and maybe even the gods will grovel.

"You've unlocked the overpowered system!"

Warning, the overpowered system is not available till chapter 5. Please wait as it loads...

*Main character has also reincarnated seventeen times*

He's also kind of evil...

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"The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return."

-Milan Kundera

━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━

"Hey, Young Human Overlord."

"Please do stop the random emblazonments, Patriarch Sir... You can just call me Jaiden... What is it?"

"Ahahahaha, right Jaiden. One question... Why are you humans, the said most special creations, sent to that sudden decree? The warfare of Fates was it? That gamble that will decide if your entities will either continue striving or will be obliterated from the face of the second realm. It has always been a mystery for me, ever since the deities announced your coming. " Asked the Patriarch, choosing to ignore the mess in the background and the dragonish glare of the summoned infamous avian, for a minute. 

"Are you planning on making this a Q and A portion? Because that right there is indeed one question, but a type that requires a very distinct and yet, lengthy answer."

"Oy oy... Certainly no. I just find it rather intriguing."

"Hmmm. To the summary... As much as I know, the Deities themselves can't afford to waste another time with indecisive creations such as us. And, to spell the progress of this tragic story and the amaranth looping of our stupidity, emerged this unscrupulous killing game."

"Misanthrope now aren't we?" Hearkening Jaiden calling his own race by a bold language, the Patriarch sarcastically smiles. 

"No." Answered the Herrscher, not taking heed the pain of being in that state, with, of course, the little help from Azazel's music. 

"Now, I'm quite curious about the anatomy of your world's system, which made all of you that much of a burden to carry... But, there's no time for severing curiosity... at least not this time. " Assedthe Patriarch, while looking once again at the dragon Gomorrah above him whose monstrous head is poking out from the magical circle, summoned by the very Seven Ancient Necromancers...

"Come to think of, I can't dodge any attack from this angle, right?"

"I'm glad you realized... Now, Gomorrah,"

The young Herrscher, raised his hand, claiming full control over the Legendary Gomorrah, from the hands of the seven ancient necromancers themselves...

And in Jaiden's charisma, and this strong and visible dark pressure emanating from him, the creature begets his main source of power converting it to become his, for the time being, to fulfill a request from his Emperor.

"GWAAAAAAAAAARHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The dragon roared shaking the entire place up, while the coliseum begins to fall apart, bit by bit... And then in its mouth, sharp teeth of about a few hundred and a slithery tongue which looks like a worm with another disgusting-looking mouth grotesquely presented itself. And from it, a slowly expanding blood-colored compressed energy from Jaiden's charisma, alone... is slowly being catalyzed, to amass destruction. 

"There's no way, I'm dying in this little spar. NOW, TO HELL WITH IT!" The patriarch exclaimed rather looking ecstatic that he gets a rare opportunity to fend off an attack from such a beast. He then placed the cube-shaped memoir, his only assurance to victory, in one of his tight pockets and starts to extend his arm and legs, getting ready for a full-time and point-blank impact, planning to face it head-on without vain plans to evade.

"Release..." Proclaimed Jaiden calmly, instructing the same dragon to unleash all of the gathered dark energy...

The Seven Ancient Necromancers, encircling the dragon themselves begins to blow their held bone trumpets even more, while Gomorrah was a hundred-percent ready to follow the given instruction of letting it all out. 

"GWAAAAAAARRHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" it roared, which preceded a clamorous inferno of black flames, which fastly begins to ooze out from the mouth of the very summon... And the patriarch, looking like a masochistic Nimrod who's willing to take it all, took a step back and extended his palms right in front of him, as if he's gonna single-handedly defend himself with antediluvian Karate, which is, of course, seemingly-absurd. 

And then, the impact... A huge and sable explosion, whose form is almost comparable to that of the largest explosion ever simulated on earth, broke the whole personal realm like it was a castle made of glass, making apparent the skies of the outside world... But this time, it was not made of TNT, and the explosion was actually unlike any other nuclear chain reactions... It was unexplainably from Jaiden's uncontained dark pressure alone, of which is the same persona, that the seven necromancers and the feared Dragon themselves consider as their 'current emperor'. 

The explosion continued for almost 5 minutes, and the moment the explosion ceased together with an abominable amount of smoke clearance, the realm was made desolate, as it was unable to attain the explosion. The Herrscher, as though emerging victorious is sent back to the third realm, but in a valley of nothing but treeless mountainous terrain, with rocks obliterated by the explosion whose impact even reached as far as outside of that broken personal realm.

Some of the surroundings are still engulfed by black flames, but what was rather worthy of commendation was the permanent destruction that Gomorrah catalyzed. At that same point impact... A very huge crater with pulverized stones and ashes, as wide as the sealed-off International Clark City... while the Patriarch was nowhere to be found.

Seeing their work done, and the instruction of their emperor fulfilled, both the seven Necromancers and Gomorrah, vanished into thin air, together with the wide magical circle. 

But Jaiden was unwilling to take his triumph early, and neither does he want to relinquish his current form after only testing that one skill set. After all, NÆthervalians, same to whom that he fought before, likes to resort to a fake defeat, often leading to guards being left down... And he learned that lesson previously very well.

"Whew... Glad I-I survived that... But, whoo, it really did hurt." Suddenly, a familiar voice, shaky and trembling which seemed to be in great pain, start to bombard the whole background, but, no one was seen... Jaiden can't even feel even the slightest and the most minuscule trace of presence.

"So, I guess, it's my turn now!"

Right in front of Jaiden, with him noticing its slow fall, the cubicle memoir which was extracted earlier from himself fell into the ground, like a little contaminated dewdrop from the sky. And then, as it made contact to the surface, the whole terrain suddenly became so bright with blinding flares, which made Jaiden close his eyes voluntarily.. and little did he know, that now, he's just made it official... that he's under Illusory Valhalla's Area of Effect.

Along with the blinding brightness, glitches then started to bombard the whole view of the valley, as if its only a virtual place slowly being eaten by a potent virus...

"Now, shall you escort me to the deepest clandestine memories you have within you, young Jaiden... Let us go have some exploration in the pavilion of your past..."

And the moment the light cleared, Jaiden was sent back... no... is in his most clandestine memory that he failed to erase, even in the few years that have already gone by.

He opened his eyes, only to see that he's in a very familiar pavilion.  He found himself facing a mansion atop a hill, maidservants, and butlers walking to and fro greeting him like he's a Master and a very nostalgic Garden of scarlet orchids and red roses... He's back home, standing in front of that household which he incinerated through Lacrimosa's prowess, dates back. 

And a familiar figure, which is the root cause of all of the derangement in his life, slowly approaches with an innocent face and unblemished noble apparel with the family crest on his collar. without Jaiden noticing it, as he was rather busy in his fantastic sight-seeing...

"Beautiful isn't it?" The figure, which positioned himself at the back of the young lad, asked...

"Yes... and somehow it  is-..." Slowly turning around, he saw... that long-deceased and foul animal, stopping him mid-way from completing his statement.  

"Yow, brother!" Says the figure... It was that same man, the supposed heir of the now-missing dead aristocratic family, looking as though the current time frame is before his unprecedented monstrous manifestation as a memory that would hunt Jaiden, in his sleep and merely every time he remembers him.

He assumed that this was but another trick of the Patriarch that sends him into a dream, alike to that nostalgic nightmare he recently had, of which every single person who appears within that sphere is like a thick concentration of dust, that if you touch them, your hand will go through as if they're the very depiction of ghosts ...

"It's named 'Illusory Valhalla' after all." he thought, even highlighting the name of the Patriarch's Paradigm Shift... but it's actually very different.

"What are you doing standing out here, it's time for our piano lesson! Come on, now! The teacher is waiting for us! And what's with that dark and filthy outfit?"

His brother then pushed him at the back, urging him to go somewhere... and then he felt it... the sensation that will prove him wrong.

He felt the touch, along with the warmth of a living person...

Sent to a 'Reality' game decreed by the Divines, and where killing should be the new norm, would players go head-to-head? Or hand-in-hand? Will a sociopath, anti-mainstream survive? Yet, in all of the cascades of questions, one fact remains inevitable... That the pilgrimage that awaits is one infernal warfare where dystopia, despair, and derangement runs to and fro, seeking who they may devour. And here we find a life tainted with nothing but monochromes and devoid of sociality, Jaiden Axcel Cendrillon. He unknowingly became a part of this serious game after signing a contract with the Goddess of disambiguation "Lacrimosa", without first reading the terms and conditions. Little did he know, that he is about to become the vessel of the goddess' will, a wielder of her immense power and that soon, he will venture a mystic realm where his life will be in constant 50/50 gamble going against the odds, with a genius girl classmate he least expects to be with.

[Entering Olden Memoir]
<*><*><*><*><*><*>

A strange place to wake up.
'Where am I?'
That place can't even be called his place of residence. Because every building structure that exists is not like the structure of a building from his time of life.
"Big Brother!"
Someone's voice called him.
'Riana?'
But not from someone he knows. Her face even blurring to see.
"Why are you just standing there, come here, dinner is ready!"
"Big Bro ___, hurry up, we're hungry!"
From behind the woman, several children were calling his name.
'But whose name are they calling?'
"Yours."
From behind, someone pulled him. The aura that comes from behind is very different from the one in front. Very dark, and terrible.
"You devil!"
"Killer!"
"So he's the culprit!"
"Just kill him!"
"Death penalty!"
Nothing good came from them, only the desire to kill and do something bad to him.

[Escaping Older Memoir]<*><*><*><*><*><*>________
[Devilry : Undead][Death Count : 1]

Rio has opened his eyes, but his sight is still dark.
"What is this, cloth?"
Rio took the cloth covering his face and then rose.
He did not know for what reason he was taken to the morgue, "Even though I am still alive."
From the outside, an Aditya who had just completed his mission moaned in regret.
"If only I had come sooner. At least Rio - "
"What's wrong with me?"
"At least I can save you, stupid!"
"Save me?"
"Yes, aren't you aware, you have already - huh?"
Jerry realized that he should be alone in that place. Plus the sound he was hearing now came from a colleague who should have died.
Jerry glanced sideways and found Rio standing facing him.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
For no reason, Jerry shouted and began to run fast.
"Ghooooosstt!"
"Ghost? Gyaaaaaa! Ghooost!"
At the hospital, in the middle of the night, two stupid adult men ran after something that came from their imagination.
"Don't come near me!"
"Jerry! Don't leave me!"
That continued until they met a team leader who had just come out of a room.
"Mr. Pan, please, a ghost is after me! "
"Gyaaaa, ghost!"
"Which one?"
Mr. Pan didn't know if they were joking or were just stupid. But more importantly,
"This is a hospital, so calm down."
Mr. Pan stops Jerry by groping Jerry's neck with his hand.
"Guhak!"
"You too, ghost."
Mr. Pan stops Rio by sticking his fist forward and then letting Rio crash into his fist.
"Ack!"
Don't know what happened Mr. Pan lifts Jerry and asks for clarity.
"Why are you two adults at night in the hospital screaming like little children like that?"
"Rio, Mr. Pan, he comes back to life! "
"Oh, then that's good."
"Good for what - huh?"
Jerry who realized something checked back to his colleague who was holding his painful face.
"Aw aw aw!"
Everyone was quite confused by what was happening, so they went to the doctor's office to check something.
"He came back to life, there's no mistaking it."
"Is it true? Thank God."
"Well, I should be the one grateful, not you."
Jerry could not hide his happiness over his partner. Plus because of what he had done for Rio.
"Oi, you don't know how worried I was when I found you lying on the ground unconscious!"
Jerry's words remind Rio of the time before he fell unconscious.
Mr. Pan, who was also curious about that, took Rio to a quieter room and asked for his statement.
"So, Rio, what happened back then?"
Rio tried to dig into his memory. But what he couldn't find was, what happened after he was trampled by the last Arcdemon and the Offense Class only saw him from a distance.
"They do that?"
"I knew it. This is what I'm really afraid if I put you with them. "
Mr. Pan could not hide his guilt over what had happened to Rio.
"Please forgive me, Rio."
"Never mind, Mr. Pan, don't bow your head like that. After all, I surprised too, you said that the entire Offense Class disappeared, right? "
The atmosphere becomes more serious when a group that just disappears is mentioned.
"Yes, but strangely, they left leaving their Dignity Weapon."
"That's good though, Mr. Pan. I mean, they've done something so cowardly to Rio, they can no longer be called Knights. "
But that is not the point of the problem.
"Hey, Jerry, where and when did you find me?"
"Oh yes, if I remember. After the second trumpet sounded we both immediately rushed to look for you guys, but all I could find was you who was still standing then suddenly just fell. "
"Standing up then suddenly falling ..."
That sentence triggered something in Rio's memory. But he could not remember it.
"How is it, Rio? Remember something?"
"Sorry, how do I say it, I know that there is a missing part of my memory, but I don't know for sure whether it exists or not."
Mr. Pan and Jerry can understand the suffering being experienced by their one partner. Especially with what he had experienced before.
"Well, don't force yourself to remember it. Especially you have just returned from the dead."
"That's right, being able to come back to life is already a miracle for you. So you can step forward the next day. "
Jerry's words give Rio a little relief. So he can smile after their departure.
"Then we will leave, Rio."
"You should have a good rest because this friend of yours will visit you tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, it's up to you."
Rio still had to stay overnight at the hospital considering that his condition was still unstable. Jerry and Mr. Pan had to go report on the mission that night so they separated.
When Rio was finally alone again, two things troubled Rio's mind come back.First about a notification bar like the one on the computer that pops into his mind.Some he remembers like:

[Entering Olden Memoir]
<*><*><*><*><*><*>

[Escaping Olden Memoir]
<*><*><*><*><*><*>

[Major Arcdemon: The Devil][Status: Appeared]

Rio remembered that there were still a few more that appeared when his stomach was pierced by The Devil. But Rio doesn't remember what kind of notification it was.The second is about a dream that arises before he awakens from his death.It was like not a dream that was immediately forgotten after someone woke up from sleep. Because until now that dream is still clearly ringing in Rio's head.Dreams are like memories of someone. Is that a dream that comes from the memories of The Devil?'Impossible. He is one of many Arcdemon who only wants the destruction of the world. There's no way he has memories like that, right? ... 'The deeper Rio thought about it, the harder it was for him to sleep.

"Do you wish for power?"
Rio, a Zero Star, received an offer from The Devil.
The offer gave him the strength to fight against Arcdemon, the monster that terrorized humanity.
But there is one condition to get its strength, that there must be sacrifices that must be made.
A world where the human-representative Knights, Aditya, and monsters from other dimensions, Arcdemon, fought to fight over the earth. Rio Nugraha must be the strongest without having to rely on Devil's power.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:57 PM CDT
'Suits :: Super Toast' It's Unbreakable: Which Is Why We Are Toasting; So Raise Thy Goblets – Grace ~ Glory.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:49 PM CDT
'Cards :: Collection' All Of My Treasure: Returns To The Mothership; For Complete Access – Kairo Kaizoku ~ Himitsu No Treasure X.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:42 PM CDT
'Legend :: Cards' Do You Remember: When I Started Using Cards; Those Three Years Ago? – Organization ~ 2013
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:33 PM CDT
'Command :: Shuffle' You Will Bear Witness: To Coordinate Scrambles; And Reassembly – Deck ~ Hands.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:24 PM CDT
'Player :: Tabrynth' The Puzzle Is Solved: By The One Who Breaks The Code; And Inverted Then – Manual ~ Overwrite.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 9:16 PM CDT
'The Argus :: Analyze Isolate Targets: And Investigate Them All; More In Depth This Time – Memoir ~ Memento.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 11:54 AM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Standby'
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 11:51 AM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Displacement' A Temporal Shift: Sometimes Loses Track Of Thoughts; As Well As Your Time – Loading ~ Thinking.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 11:44 AM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Activate' This Is A Walkthrough: You Will See Many Faces; That You Might Not Want – Unveiling ~ Ceremony.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 11:31 AM CDT
'Argus Card System :: AI' This Is Your System: I Have Gotten Very Far; And Bear It For You – Light ~ Offering.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 1:25 AM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Blend' A Ninja Battle: Is Not Seen On The Surface; Until The Sparks Fly – Dirty ~ Fireworks.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 1:21 AM CDT
'Cards :: Spade' Discard Too Early: And You Will Miss More Than Fun; Rest Assured, Young One – Sword ~ Slash.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 1:17 AM CDT
'Hands :: Draw' Come At Me With Heart: Like That Of A Proud Lion; In Epic Combat – The Argus ~ Card System.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 1:04 AM CDT
'Messenger Bat :: Dark Messenger' Wait Until Next Week: When You See It Fully Walk; On Its Own Two Feet – Living ~ One.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 12:59 AM CDT
'House :: Door' Can You See It Now: At Least A Little More Clear; Hopefully Speaking – Gate ~ Keeper.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016 at 12:48 AM CDT
'Joker :: Interest' Let's See Who's Ready: Out Of All The Ripened Fruit; To Be Harvested – Head ~ Count.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 8:10 PM CDT
'Argus Card System :: 1%' Now, Consider This: "I Am Leaving You A Trail; For A Good Reason" – Future ~ Reference.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 8:02 PM CDT
'Cards :: Deuces' When I Flip 'The Deuce:' It Means, "Two Becoming One"; As In, 'The Forked Tongue' – Crossroad ~ Examination.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:55 PM CDT
'Suits :: Inspect' Be Mindful Of Grapes: In Your Own Ranks That Are Sour; That You Don't, Either – Spoiled ~ Fruit.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:53 PM CDT
'Suits :: Clubs' Out Of The Four Worlds: 'Action' Belongs To The 'Clubs;' To Bear The Harvest – Sandalphon ~ Movement.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:50 PM CDT
'Cards :: Suit' There Are 'Uniforms:' Which All Come Back Together; Regardless Of Will – Meta ~ Essence.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:46 PM CDT
'Joker :: Change Faces' Of The Four Faces: You Select Between Them; And They Match Your Face – Mirrors ~ Bearers.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:44 PM CDT
'Face :: Joker' Wasn't That Funny?: It Certainly Was A Laugh!; But Now, Back To Work – Divine ~ Comedy.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:38 PM CDT
'Cards :: Ace' The Ace Of Aces: Is The One Who Bears Them All; And Title 'The Ace' – The Fool ~ The Joker.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:35 PM CDT
'Cards :: My Card' The One Explaining: Will Always Have Their Own Card; To Control The Game – Rules ~ Regulations.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:30 PM CDT
'Hands :: Draw' First, 'Select' A 'Card': You Must 'Select' From The 'Deck;' Which Harbors The 'Cards' – Instructions ~ Guide.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 7:27 PM CDT
'Hands :: Escort' For A Full Walkthrough: You Will Be Needing A Guide; Something Like A Book – Narrator ~ Navigator.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 12:19 PM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Turn'
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 12:18 PM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Boss Hands' A Demonstration: Will Be Given To The All; In The Light Of Day – Beta ~ Test.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 12:11 PM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Arrangement' As I Have Stated: To Begin On The 'Third Day;' "Before The Sun Sets" – Game ~ Start.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 10:29 AM CDT
'Argus Card System :: Master Lock' There Is Only Once: Where The Joker Jokes No More; When He Is No More – Villain ~ Hero.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 10:26 AM CDT
'Hands :: A Card' I Hope This Makes Sense: "All Prophets Are Growing Trees; That's What They Foresee – Prophets ~ Farmers."
Wednesday, July 20, 2016 at 10:24 AM CDT
'Cards :: Face' This One Is Sacred: Because It Is Prophetic; Just Like The Others – Uriel ~ Pastures.

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