Angles and demon family problems and love happy endings or not



Love blurs your vision;
but after it recedes, you can see more clearly
than ever. 
It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's
been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old
gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies,
bones.
This is the kind of thing that you see if you sit in the 
darkness with wide open eyes, not knowing the
future.
The ruin you've made.

by Margaret Atwood

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. 

There's no actual lead, but it won't let me continue in this genre without the 'male' part.

Elemental life is typically formed by the gathering of basic elements that lack consciousness. While they appear to be the same as other living creatures, there's actually a big difference. Low-level elementals don't have any feelings or consciousness, however, top-level elementals are the same as other living beings, as not only do they have emotions and wisdom, they even have humanoid forms and the ability to reproduce.
But due to the differing structures of their bodies, their deaths will simply scatter their basic element. These elementals are typically able to return to the elemental plane and reform themselves, which was why it was so difficult to truly kill them outside of the elemental plane. Still, losing their elemental power that they could use at will also made them unable to use their true strength.
It was both a talent and an attempt to mitigate this weakness that the higher-level elemental lifeforms were always skilled at modifying their surrounding environments. Huge whirlpools deep in the ocean, maelstroms high in the sky, magma hells in the midst of volcanos, and stone labyrinths deep underground were their favorite environments. They had the ability to change these locations into a different artificial world entirely without anyone knowing, so that they could wield a power similar to what they had in the elemental plane.
Currently, this underground labyrinth was far above the level of a simple artificially constructed microcosm. Thanks to its successful connection to the Earth Elemental Plane, this labyrinth was gradually becoming part of the elemental plane itself. Those minor earth elementals that suddenly awakened their own senses of self were the best evidence that this location was gradually turning into the earth elementals' home turf.
"Never battle with the Undead in the Death Plane, never battle with Demons in the Hell Plane, never battle with elementals in the Elemental Plane, they'll be ten times more difficult to deal with!"
But, I had a different opinion.
"Home territory? Foolish earth clods, this was never your home territory! Right? Roland Sacred Sword."
With my soft words, the silver Sacred Sword began glimmering even brighter than before. I could detect that it was currently the same as me: feeling rage at all the scum that had come over to our land without being invited.
"You unwelcome guests that just do whatever you want, you really believe this to be your dusty, filthy world? Dust to dust, earth to earth, go back to where you came from!"
The Sacred Sword's brilliance was at the point where entire the pitch-dark floor was being lit up. With a mighty shout, I viciously stuck the silver longsword into the ground as the silver king answered my summons and his soul began materializing.
The Roland Sacred Sword was a royal sword that's existed for eons. At first, it was the personal sword of the first King of Mist. It's already experienced more history than can be recounted, and in this kingdom that's experienced many disasters and wars, numerous kings throughout the generations have cut down various obstacles as they led their knights to fight for their country's land.
Royal sword, guardian sword, hereditary sword, were all new names that this sword acquired over the years with the sacrifices of various past Kings of Mist and their loyal knights, despite the fact that it didn't have any traits apart from being sturdy. This Sacred Sword was gradually bearing more and more responsibilities.
As it evolved from a normal weapon into a guardian Sacred Sword, it accumulated the power of a soul – the ancestral kings' understanding of what royalty was. Royalty was the guardian, guardian of the people, the country, the home, the family.
The Mist clan that would never surrender forged this unbreakable Sacred Sword of Mist, and now that it's finally accumulated enough power within my hands, it finally began its next stage of transformation.
In the past, I wondered about what characteristics it would have after evolving into a God Equipment. But truthfully, this didn't require any consideration at all, as its power was only one from the very start – protecting.
"The royalty are the guardians. We're born here, and never leave this place, and will be buried here. And even if we transform into decayed bones or nothing but a spirit, we will still protect this land. Isn't that right? My inflexible, archaic ancestors."
"You actually need this old fellow to come out, what a useless and unfilial descendant."
The hazy figure materialized in a silver flash. The summoned king returned to the physical world from being a soul while complaining about how useless his descendant was, but answered the call of his bloodline without hesitation while riding a bull as his steed and holding his war spear at the ready for charging into battle.
Atwood Saint Mist, nicknamed the Eagle of Glaso, lived from AD 234 to AD 298, dying in the prime of his life. Almost his entire life was peaceful. He was viewed as mediocre in his early years, and derided as senile when he passed 50 years of age. He was always smiling and never seemed to anger, but when he was 64, the northern barbarians happened to invade. Atwood fought a bloody battle with them for 17 consecutive days at the Glaso Plains, slaying several hundred enemy leaders.
"If only I was born 30 years earlier. This old warrior wasn't dead yet, but my hair turned white already, and my body was so weak and tired, even though the enemy leaders were still alive with tens of thousands of enemies invading, and my people being affronted by them, if I can't return home with a coffin filled with enemy heads, I won't be able to reconcile myself with the idea of dying like this!"
The ancient king Atwood was riding his heavily armored bull, and behind him were several shadowy figures of old soldiers carrying a coffin that had a big "Death" written on it that stood out and drew attention.
In that year, this "senile" king that people looked down upon went to battle exactly in this fashion. He even had a coffin prepared for himself and brought out in front of his relatives that tried to convince him against personally entering battle. In the end, this old eagle that hadn't shown his mettle in more than 10 years filled this coffin with the enemy leaders' heads, winning the glorious title of the Eagle of Glaso.
He narrowed his eyes and seemed to be waiting for something when he suddenly lifted his dark black spear and chucked it forcefully.
*Boom!*
At that exact moment, the gigantic Earth Elemental God had reached his head down here, with his round gem eyes filled with vicious killing intent. But before he was able to take any actions, a dark black spear silently flew and embedded itself in his jeweled eye.
*Boom!*
This unpredictable attack was completely impossible to defend against. Only after the sharp spear stuck itself in his eye did Emordilorcan discover that he was under attack. Immediately following after, the spear's sudden explosion turned his gem eye into nothing but broken shards. Only a single attack caused the powerful Emordilorcan to go blind!
"Ahhh! It hurts! Stupid insect that deserves to die! Who, who dares to harm the mighty Emordilorcan!"
"Oh my. Hey big guy, this isn't a place for bastards like you to be building a nest, take another spear from this old fellow!"
The squinting elderly warrior finally opened his ferocious eyes as his killing intent spilled out everywhere together with his charge.
Giant bulls were a rare species to begin with. Its dragonskin, thick armoring, and weight were all astonishing. It was about four meters tall, and its charge resembled that of a wingless SemiDragon, with a terrifying momentum.
Its horns were already reaching the roof of this floor in the labyrinth, and the ground shook with every step it took. Borrowing his steed's momentum, its elderly rider didn't hesitate to rush Emordilorcan as his long dragonspear pierced through the Earth Elemental God's freshly injured eye once more.
The dark black dragonhorn battlespear pierced deep into Emordilorcan's head, causing him to panic as he had never experienced such pain before.
"Ahhhh!"
The Earth Elemental God's shouting of agony reverberated through the entire floor we were battling on. This entire area above us began quaking mightily, also causing all living creatures aboveground to panic at the anger of the earth.
The narrowness of this labyrinth limited his highly agile body, and his ridiculously high defense that he was so proud of wasn't worth a thing in front of this ancient king. He had never experienced such humiliation in thousands of years.
The older a creature was, the more it valued its own life. After finding out that this location wasn't the best for him to fight at his full abilities, Emordilorcan escaped in a manner unbefitting that of an Elemental God.
"Phew, what a ferocious old guy."
Adam whistled in amazement. He never expected that this elderly warrior would be so strong, without even giving him a chance to go out and do battle.
"Hmph, such a glib-tongued junior."
The Eagle of Glaso disappeared into a shadow once more after completing his role that the Roland Sacred Sword had summoned him for, returning to his slumber.
As for me, I was sweating all over and half-kneeling on the ground. Just summoning this ancient king for that one attack had drained much of my energy.
"Hey hey hey, it couldn't be that you're already about to collapse? Just looking at the way that huge rock was glaring at us, he'll definitely be returning."
"What garbage, I'm afraid that he won't come back."
Adam was surprised for a moment, but his intelligence was quite high when it regarded a battle. He quickly realized what I meant.
"You're saying he's going to go around us, and chase after Margaret?"
"That's what I would do in his place. Is there any point in wasting time with the warriors like us behind the main objective? The obvious thing to do is go straight for the Dimensional Door, and once that place is secured, all he has to do is trap us here and capture us at his leisure. I think that rockhead's intelligence is much higher than yours."
There was a rare sign of worry that flashed on Adam's face upon hearing my words. Master Monks were already reputed to be the perfect counter to Mages, so even Margaret would likely find it difficult to deal with this monster's explosive ambush.
Earth Elementals were thick-skinned and had astonishing endurance to begin with, and any injured wild animal would go berserk. Emordilorcan was certain to be far more dangerous than earlier.
"Then what should we do? I can detect his presence, but I don't have Clint's control. If I break through the walls to chase after him, there's a 99% chance that the walls will collapse on us. Oh, by the way, I noticed that you're insulting me by saying I'm worse than a rockhead."
"Tsk, only being perceptive at such a time. Relax, I have a method, just go in the general direction. Glina, I leave breaking through the walls up to you."
"Isn't Glina together with Margaret? Are you finally going senile in your old age…"
"It's Clint, not Glina!"
His insult was only half finished when it was interrupted. There was no mistaking that familiar voice, but when he looked over to see where it was coming from, there was only an immaterial floating silver armor in midair.
"…Even this awkwardness was completely copied. Okay, Glina, hurry up and blast through the walls."
"It's not Glina, it's Clint!"
"I know you're called Clint, hurry up and begin, Glina."
"It's not Glina!"
"Okay, Glina."
"Glina!"
"Yep, Clint… damn it, I'm losing track of what I'm saying. So you weren't naturally a ditz, you were naturally black-bellied."
Adam standing beside me was already stunned in amazement, but Glina was already filled with self-satisfaction as she began blasting through the walls. I also gave Adam an explanation as we rushed on our way.
[God Equipment: Roland Sacred Sword]
[Type: Two-handed longsword, attack power: 100-100, indestructible, usable only by descendants of the Mist.]
[Unique characteristic: Eternal royal protection. The royal ancient spirits have never left this land. While you are in the northlands, as their successor and descendant, you can summon them to battle for your cause.]
[There are two types of summons. The first is to summon a king from the past to give a single full-strength attack, and the second is to summon a cloned spirit of someone currently living. Both types of summons are limited to Mist royalty members only.]
"In nearly 2000 of history, even the Gods have come and gone so frequently, and the newly born Mist Kingdom is already an ancient country, with countless epic battle campaigns. There were so many powerful kings in the past, that no matter which one got randomly summoned, none of them would be too weak. The only downside is that the ten minute cooldown and limited usage of three times a day is really annoying. I hope that the next step of the Sacred Sword's evolution can upgrade this. As for the second type of summons, if the royalty is abundant and powerful it should be quite the ability, but there are too few options right now, so it's only an ordinary skill. However, it just happens to be useful right now."
The Clint in front of us was basically exactly the same, and his speed in setting up explosives was quick, decisive, and precise. Our overall speed was quite fast. According to Adam's senses, we were almost about to pass in front of Emordilorcan.
We stopped in a spacious cave. This was a wide enough place that it was perfect for battle.
I nodded at Glina and her clone spirit immediately disappeared and returned to the Sacred Sword.
"As for me, I also discovered an incredibly cheat method of summoning."
I purposefully sounded as mysterious as possible with my raucous laughter. This type of rule-breaking summoning definitely surpassed my expectations for the God Equipment's main ability.
"Take a good look, and don't blink… Fight for me, Twin Stars, awaken, Roland, Karwenz!"


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

WATER DOES NOT RESIST. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. 

Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does. This was Monica's favourite quote by Margaret Atwood. 

Monica loved water It was the peace only water could give that Monica wanted now. She took off all her clothes and dipped herself in the bathtub. She cried until she could cry no more.

The pain was too much and she was afraid her heart would explode. Standing up she looked around for a razor and she unfortunately saw one. She picked it up while looking at it longingly. All she wanted was to numb the emotional pain she was feeling and the only way she could do it was to create one which was physical.

She was to choose now between physical and emotional pain, and we all know which is worst and which we all will choose.

She was just about to cut herself when she had a knock on the door and the voice. The voice she craved more than life itself.

Bianca's.

"It's me Bianca." Bianca said. She was not afraid of that voice which was, surprisingly rare. It was like she was numb.

"I Don't think it is against my work ethics to have a boyfriend or kiss in public. I didn't see that in the Maids contract." Bianca thought sighing. She wondered what it was with Monica acting all strange around her. Like she was crazy. Even if she wasn't crazy Bianca was sure that she wasn't normal.

Monica rushed to open the door for her wrapping a towel around her breast. 

"Come in." She said. Her voice was naturally very tiny but it was now harder to hear because she had been crying. She had to clear her throat twice before she spoke

Bianca hardly heard her, but she came in anyway. If she opened the door then it definitely means I should come in Bianca concluded.

Monica ran into the bathroom the moment Bianca opened the door. She almost slipped on the tiles but she didn't mind. She closed the door and rested on it. Her heart raced at a rate that should have been impossible. But the amount the intensity of love she had for Bianca should be impossible too. So I guess she was threading on impossible grounds.

"Yes it is wrong. It is forbidden. But I can't stop feeling this way Bianca. For the first time I'm on the edge of life. The very edge."


Against religion. Against family. Against society. Four characters. Two females. One deadly love story. One sin.

Aisha Monica Mohammed has never fallen in love before. There was no wrong to her name, no scandal. Monica was the perfect Daughter, the perfect boss, the perfect beauty. To everyone who knew her she was without flaw. She had the broadest smile so no one could have guessed how empty she truly was. So empty she was until she met Bianca.

Bianca Obinna was a simple law student struggling to get her and her family out of the chains of poverty. A poor girl with big dreams that seemed beyond her reach, but dreams she would fight for nevertheless. When fate toils more with Bianca she finds herself working as a maid in the Mohammed's mansion.

At first sight Monica was smitten by Bianca. There was just something about Bianca that drove her to the edge. Something about Bianca that weakened her. When Bianca screamed she cowered, and when Bianca frowned she begged. The most powerful woman in the face of love was weakened.

The edge was a beautiful place and she was oblivious as to how she fell into the depth of love. Love will grow but it will grow in pain. And it will never die even in hell.

Hi everyone. The last part of this book is literally the explanation of everything that happened within those 81 chapters. This chapter isn't really a chapter but you can call it that. It will include
1) My own character analysis
2)The alternate endings
3)why I prefer building and recreating chances of love
4) What is possible to not like about this book.
5) last message
Character Analysis 
Meilin: It's also important to know volume four was a mistake. I forgot to delete in before I published chapter 77. I couldn't do anything about because it was a premium chapter. That's just a side note. Now Meilin, she obviously wasn't that much of a weak character but if you might've paid attention I revealed why. 
Meilin was born into a home that was already in crisis. With everything that was going on in her life at a young age, she was scared of what life would look like as an adult and her fears became a reality. As an adult, she passed through difficult circumstances that made her hate herself many more times. From the mistakes she made to the failure of realising herself, she was bound to feel inferior especially to the opposite sex. 
Because... for some reason, all the men she'd stumbled across were living a good life. Her father was actually a rich dude, but he neglected herself and her mother. A stereotype and a wrong way of thinking but that's how she saw the world. 
The playground and the elevator were almost two decades apart. What linked unlike poles together. Haru and Meilin were obviously two different personalities merging. Haru didn't have a specific one but Meilin was only liable to change towards the end of the book when she'd realised haru killed Guiren. 
Actually I did curse Meilin. Her mother's love story was somewhat similar with Her own love affair with Bao. Marry a man and he ends up not treating you right because he's never satisfied with what he has.
The Hana curse was obviously for Meilin to experience the same thing her mother went through before she died. The hana curse also affected Meilin when her daughter's turned against her, the same way Meilin turned against her mother and went ahead to live with bao. Her mother was depressed till the day she died, and Meilin was depressed after hearing her daughter say she wished she'd die. That led Meilin to run out of her house in the thick snow that cold day after chances of a blizzard was announced.
Does it all Make sense now? You can see how that relates.
Meilin's thirst for love literally pulled herself and Guiren together. Principal Li wei was just chapter fill in, I wasn't too into their romance. And I'll let you in on a secret, I wanted Meilin to have another baby, but I wasn't too sure of who'd be the proper biological father so I decided to dump those ideas.
Haru: Heartthrob and our unsteady antagonist. Haru was a really bright boy with all the possible good emotions and positive vibes. He was never really sure about what the future had for him because of the way he painted the world. At his young age, he imagined he'd be a successful business man, have a car and a wife. That was all he imagined. His imaginations were normally about space and superheroes. He wasn't even that moved by the world 'love' even when he met Meilin at the train station it was a normal 'friend request'
And when he met Meilin at the train station, he believed more in the power of optimism. But once Haru reached his teenage years, especially when he was sixteen...he changed completely. For almost all his life he didn't know his parents were dead and the people he was living with were just relatives. His cousins didn't even like him because of the attention he got from his aunt who he always thought was his mother. He was living a lie and was puppeteered to think he had a perfect life.
The yang family was wide and nothing but power struggle. People could kill just to inherit the leadership of the enterprise. It was obvious that his aunt and uncle had their motives but he never bothered to ask. It would make him feel bad more than he already was.
It made him doubt the whole love thing. It made him think that it was nothing but a chance of benefits. His relatives claimed to love him but it was clear it was just because of his networth and all his father left behind. But None of that made him happy. He wanted someone that could understand him.
Even when he met Ai jin he knew at once that she wasn't the type that'd listen to his insides but would remain totally with his external features. 
When he met Meilin again he had a feeling that they knew eachother but not too much. He didn't have anything to back up his claim but he was still sure..
His greatest fear was having everything he craved for being taken away. Just like how he lost it after he found out who Guiren was. His selfishness got the best of him and he ended up killing his 'opponent'
Haru had always been emotionally weak, the next thing that comes to his mind what what he'd follow. An example was when Ai jin fell down the stairs and the only logical explanation was Meilin. He was quick to point fingers because his emotions were like a consuming fire. Same emotions made him cheat on Meilin after he got rejected time after time.
But no matter all he did, his love would still rekindle.
Ai jin: A princess, and Beijing's number one idol. She's unique, pretty and talented but her number one flaw Is her hunger for drama. Well Ai jin is one of my favorite characters, and I wished I actually did more for her 😔 
Before her fame, she was the nice soft girl Haru used to know before he broke her heart. Everything she worked hard for was to show Haru how much she'd achieved without him. 
What hurt her was the fact that he could only say congrats and it seemed like it was no big deal. She was on billboards and magazines and what even pissed her more was her discovery of Ai Jin. She felt downgraded by a mere elevator girl that somehow managed to be his 'personal assistant' 
It was all funny that Haru could find someone like her attractive more than an A lister model. Ai jin unlocked her jealousy trait and swore to kill Meilin if things would get that severe. 
She wasn't fighting because she loved haru, she was fighting because Meilin wasn't even in their league. She wanted to push her away because she believed they couldn't even breathe the same air. They were rich and she was poor, haru wasn't supposed to surrender himself to her so weakly. Ai jin assumed that she just came for money and only that.
Bao: The character everyone hated. The perfectly nuetral character. Was he really that bad? He started off as a boy at the oustkirts. Lost his caring mother and his dad went ahead to marry another woman that cared little about him. Bao actually did love Meilin, he got arrested because of the dreams he had. He wanted happiness, that's all for himself and Meilin. Everything went wrong when he realized he couldn't give Meilin what he thought he could because of his criminal records.
He resorted to violence because it somehow relieved him of the stress. He needed someone else to blame so he decided to punish Meilin for the mistake that he made. He wished he never met her. He was sure his life would've been different.
I did want Bao to have a little bit of his human emotions so I decided to not let him kill Meilin's babies. He still somehow cared about her but everything he did was for his own benefit. 
His relationship for Ai jin was for money at first and he didn't think he'd fall for her. When he did, it felt like he was being mind controled. He was ready to take all risks as long as it was for her. But in the end, he died. At this point I think I have to type less now.
I was going to talk about Guiren but I can't because it will make it too long. You know what, I still will.
Nah
The alternate endings— 
Meilin died when she got hit by the truck that ran into her but I didn't think you guys would like that.
Ending 2 
Guiren marries Meilin and Haru goes to jail where he actually belongs.
Ending 3 
Meilin lives happily ever after with Haru.
I didn't plan to kill Guiren but I had to.
If you weren't satisfied with the above endings. What else did you want? 
People must have noticed how much I like building my sandcastles and smashing them. That's probably because I wanted to make the story longer and I just enjoy ruining my character's happiness. I can't let them fall in love at first sight and expect a happily ever after.
Now to address the matter of not liking this book— 
It's something that's inevitable I know but sometimes I prefer not to hear it. I don't have more than 24 hrs but I try my best to always keep the book in mind and update as much as possible. I only take days interval whenever I feel like no one would care. I make a lot of mistakes but I promise to fix all that before March. It won't be easy but I'll try my best.
Final note
Just know I'm planning to start  another book anytime soon. Not sure yet but I have a lot of incomplete projects that I don't know if I can
finish. Well that's all for that. Thank you for your time.
Now you can review this book
Discord link is already somewhere in the book. Have a nice day. 


Meilin Yee Luan, a woman in her early twenties. She's sure she made the worst decision of her life. She married an irresponsible man and has to deal with the burden of living with him.

Bao Luan, her husband. He's an arrogant drunk. He doesn't care about the fact that his wife Is working multiple 9-5 jobs just to make sure they live a comfortable life. 

She gets little time to herself and has to deal with his poor sexual desires and his rudeness. He drinks all day, he yells, he sits around doing nothing and he hits her without thinking twice. 

She wished she never met him in highschool, she wished she had listened to her friends back then when she was still a naïve teen. She wished she didn't accept that ring. She wished she ignored his good looks and went further to know who he really was. 

Her present condition almost leads her to the brink of suicide, but the little image of her mother each time she tries to take her life pops up in her head and she puts the knife away.

Her situation didn't change. Day by day it worsened, the financial burdens increased when her husband left home for a long time and she has to deal with his debts all alone with no help. 

Her family cut ties with her and she was left alone to live with her husband. She wishes to apologize to them but as long as she's still his wife she can't go back.


Her depression increased when she lost her jobs and she was struggling to get a better one but the good spots were all taken.

She's forced to work as an elevator girl in a famous company and earns a medium salary. Her life was in for a change the day she was trapped in the elevator with a stranger. The CEO himself.

Note image used as the cover is not mine. It's only used until someone volunteers to make me one suitable for my book. Credit goes to the original artist. Thank you

important notice: I do not offer my readers 100% accuracy. I do not offer a 100% perfect book. If you're the sensitive type that has nothing else to do but insult books, you've come to the wrong place. But if you're a somewhat considerate person, you can read. Just don't be disrespectful to me. I have feelings. I'm not a bot writer, what I do offer you is a work written by a 100% human with flaws.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names , characters, businesses , songs,places ,events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or uses in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.

A/N

Hi guys! Merry Christmas and Happy New year! 🎉🎉🎊🎊🎇🎆.
Eto ang isa sa mga story na naisip kong isulat dito. Just trying 😁kung magiging maganda ang resulta and di ako isang pro writer kaya naman maaring magkaroon ng  errors sa bawat parts  but  still hope you like it 😄.

This time , we'll bring it into the next level :)  .  Feel the experience of being the antagonist , villain and the bad guys in the story . Join the main character on the road to domination and revenge against the protagonist :) . Happy reading guys 

Theme song of the Story : " Bring me to Life " by:  Evanescence 

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Lagi akong natutuwang magbasa ng mga iba't ibang story galing sa napakaraming libro na nabibili ko dati . Mas lalong naging hilig ko ang pagbabasa nang matuklasan ko napakaraming collection ng mga stories mula sa iba't ibang mga authors sa internet na libreng basahin.

Bawat story , magkakaiba man ng plot or nang genre , may kanya-kanyang main characters or protagonists kung tawagin. Bawat isa ay unique  dahil sa kanilang mga  notable na kakayahan , ugali , katangian at iba pa. 

Happy endings... 

Ayan ang di lagi mawawala sa mga story na mababasa mo ngayon na gaya nga ng mga fairytales noon ,di mawawala ang happily ever after. 

Isa pa ay ang pagkakaroon ng  lovelife ng bawat mahahalagang tauhan sa story lalo na yung bida ,na kung minsan pa nga nilalagyan pa nila ng love triangle eh involving yung bida at dalawang nagmamahal sa kanya or a love triangle between the protagonist at antagonist kaya doon na din nabubuo ang plot nila. 

Ganun lagi di ba?  

Lalagyan nila ng konting twist , mahihirapan ang bida pansalamantalang mananalo ang kontrabida  but still in the end , mananalo pa rin ang bida. 

Ganyan lagi ang bawat story ngayon. Happy endings , Happy lovelife , ang ordinaryo at simpleng  na bida will turn into a hero and boom ! Lahat ay magiging perfect.

Nagsimula ako sa pagkukuwento ng tungkol sa mga story na nabasa ko para  sa dalawang dahilan...

Una , ay obvious  naman na syempre may kaugnayan ito sa lahat ng mga isusulat ko dito.

The other reason is:

Ang lahat isusulat ko ay totoong nangyari..

I don't expect you to believe me I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't lived it but it is. Matapos ang lahat ,napagpasyahan kong isulat ang lahat dito mismo dahil di ko alam kung magkakaroon pa ng pagkakataon ang iba na malaman ang lahat ng ito kaya dito ...dito ko sasabihin..

The thing about real life is , pag nagkamali ka ,laging may consequences agad . Sa mga libro , ang mga bida ay puwedeng magkamali as many as they like. It doesn't matter what they do, dahil ang magiging ayos din naman ang lahat sa huli. Matatalo nila ang mga masasama at  itatama ang lahat at ang lahat ay magiging ok na ulit.

In real life, di laging happy endings dahil life goes on at mahirap magsalita ng tapus . Pag tumawid ka sa daan without paying attention sa mga dumaan na mga sasakyan ,mababangga ka. Pag nahulog ka sa puno , mababalian ka ng buto.

Real life's nasty. It's cruel. Aminin natin yan. Walang mga bida o mga heroes at  happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, nangyayari ang mga masasamang bagay sa ayaw man natin o sa gusto. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.

Yan ang gusto kong linawin bago ako magsimula.

One more thing: ako nga pala si  Darren Hale . Maaring di na yun mahalaga matapos nang lahat ngunit gusto ko pa rin magpakilala kahit nagbago na ang lahat ng tungkol sa akin. Maaring nagtataka kayo  kung bakit  pati  ang pangalan ko ay di na mahalaga ... well, by the time you get to the end, maiintindihan nyo din..

Gusto kong magpasalamat sa mga mababanggit kong tao dito ,dahil naging parte sila ng buhay ko. Ngunit ngayon ay isa lang ang tanging hinihingi ko sa kanilang lahat...  Walang iba kundi ang kapatawaran ..

Anyway, that's enough of an introduction. If you're ready, let's begin. Dito ko ilalahad sa inyo ang lahat ng nangyari , ang kwento ,ang katotohanan sa likod ng nakakagimbal na  trahedya na nangyari . 
...

Gusto kong maging totoo , so I have to begin where it really started.

It started in a toilet.

Translator corner
(Cast: An English Clown and a French Pierrot) 
Clown: You are depressed again, Pierrot.
Pierrot: Such is my face. But I must admit, there is a point I find most disagreeable.
Clown: What exactly?
Pierrot: The way I cannot tell Japanese words and onomatopoeia from English ones.
Clown: I see, I see. In that case, I will italicize all Japanese onomatopoeia and romaji words from now on.
Pierrot: Please do.
Clown: But speaking of translating, I feel that the previous chapter post was far too boring this way.
Pierrot: How exactly?
Clown: Just typing a translation without a hint of individuality! Passion!
Pierrot: Well, Satoru-dono did just pass on, after all.
Clown: Rather than passing on, he passed over… and not pass on, passion!
Pierrot: Oh. In that case, tell them a joke.
Clown: Very well. Which circus performer can see in the dark? … the Acro-bat!
Pierrot: Speaking of the dark
 
 
Let's Find Out What I Can Do
 
It's dark.
The darkness envelopes all, preventing me from seeing any shape or figure.
Where am I? Besides, what had happened?
Wasn't there someone making fun of me, calling me a… sage?… no, a great sage.
 
With that thought, I regained consciousness.
My name is Mikami Satoru. A 37 year old, nice guy.
While saving my kouhai[1] from a some street slasher, I got stabbed instead.
Alright~, remembered. I'm okay. No time for panic.
And really, could a cool guy like me even panic? Hah. That's as likely as a grade school kid shi**ing his pants.
When I tried to look around, I finally noticed. I can't open my eyes.
That problem aside, when I attempted to touch my head… I noticed my arms don't respond. And even more perplexing is the fact that I cannot tell where my head is.
Alright, time to panic.
Oi, oi, give me a sec here.
Just an hour please, let me catch my breath. They say that you should count prime numbers at a time like this, no?
1, 2, 3, Daaaaa!!!
Wrong! That's not right. One is not a prime number, is it?
No no, who cares about that.
No time for this foolishness. I mean, aren't I in trouble?
Are~? Hey, what the heck happened?
Maybe… I mean what if it is too late to even consider panicking?
Gathering my thoughts, I confirmed that I am in no way in pain.
No pain. Feeling pretty good.
Neither hot nor cold. Actually, a really comfortable atmosphere they've got here.
I can relax a bit thanks to that.
Next, let's check the limbs. Forget about them fingertips, I can't even move a muscle…
How could that be?
It's not like one can lose their arms and legs from being stabbed… so what happened?
And still, I cannot open my eyes.
Without seeing anything, I am in utter darkness.
Dread and unease slowly creep their way into my heart.
Could this… be what they call a vegetative state?
Consciousness separated from nerve endings–immobile… is this what it is?
No, no, no, no! Please don't let that be true!
Just when I thought I was saved… vegetative state? What could be worse? Even losing a half of my body would be preferable!
And yeah, both outcomes would be terrible. But to be alone in this darkness, without any senses… isn't that just hell?
Having imagined the worst scenario, panic has quickly turned into despair.
I want to think it over.
They say that when people are confined in darkness, they quickly go mad. I happen to be in that state right now, and cannot even kill myself.
Rather than despairing, the only thing I can do is go insane, huh?
And then,
 
*Touch*
 
There was a sense of touch.
Hmm? What is…
All my senses were focused on feeling that sensation
With a horizontal stroke across my belly (?), I felt something akin to grass.
Focusing my entire consciousness on that area, I slowly began to make out the shape of my body. And by the way, the grass's tip felt prickly against my body.
It kind of made me happy.
Yet, I'm still in complete darkness. And although I regained only one of the five senses, I could finally feel again.
Amused, I decided to try to head towards that grass.
 
*Zururi[2]*
 
I could feel my body move.
It… moved?!
At that time, I was pretty certain that I was not on top of a hospital bed. Under my belly (?) I could feel some hard – rock, maybe.
I see… though I don't really get it, I am not in a hospital.
Moreover, my eyes still can't see.
Can't hear anything either, but it could be just that I've gone deaf.
Although I don't know if i am facing it or not – I can't feel my head, after all – I'll head towards the grass. I'll learn about myself through contact.
No scent in the air either. Could it be? Did I also lose the sense of smell?
And seriously, I just can't understand the shape of my body.
I really don't want to accept it, but it seems sleek, jelly like–the kind that is really famous in RPGs–the appearance of that kind of monster.
I have been entertaining that possibility in the back of my head for a while now.
No, no… there's no way. I mean, no matter how… it just can't be.
For the time being, let's set those fears aside.
Thus, I decided to try the last of the five human senses that I've ignored up until now.
But… I don't even know where my mouth is. What to do…?
 
"Activate Unique Skill『Predator』? YES/NO"
 
Suddenly, there was a voice in the back of my head.
Wha… what was that?
Unique Skill『Predator』…?
And… what was that voice?
I thought I heard a strange voice while talking to Tamura before, but I guess I wasn't just hearing things, huh…
Is someone there? Yet, somehow that doesn't fit. More than someone being here… it's more like words appearing in my mind.
The voice lacks intent; like the voice that would come from a computer, calling it synthesized would perhaps be most accurate.
 
For now… [NO!] is my response.
I am Japanese who can say no, after all.
Bringing up the words [NO] in my mind, I wait for a response. Yet it did not come. I waited for a bit, but felt no voice.
Seems like I won't be getting a second question. Did I choose wrongly? Could this be a game that ends when I don't choose [YES]?
I thought that it would be the same as in an RPG–the same question repeating until I chose [YES]… I guess I was wrong.
Asking a question and then leaving… what a rude guy.
Though I have to admit, hearing a voice did make me slightly happy.
I slightly regretted the decision.
 
Well, nothing can be done now.
I guess I'll go back to trying to taste something.
I moved my body towards that piece of grass. While verifying my sense of touch, I leaned my body on the piece of grass.
I envelop the object with my body to confirm what it is… and I was right–it is, in fact, grass.
While touching the grass, the piece that was in contact with my body melted. And while I was worried that my body had melted, it seems to have been the grass only.
And thus, I understood that by melting the grass it was incorporated into my body.
It seems, the grass melted because it entered my body. In other words, rather than enveloping it, I seem to have swallowed it.
And by the way… it had no taste.
 
This is, in other words, that kind of thing.
I'm not a human.
That is, I seem to have died from that stab wound, right?
And that was not a question, I am completely certain of this fact. And thus, rather than a hospital bed, I can confidently say that I am at some rocky place where grass grows.
What happened to Tamura?
And Sawatari-san?
Has my PC been properly disposed of?
Some suspicions still remain. But, fretting over this won't achieve anything at this point. I have to decide what to do next.
Actually, wait a moment.
The me right now, is anything happening to me? And by the way, that earlier sensation…
I once again directed my consciousness to myself.
 
*Puyon. Puyon[3]*
 
My body moves with rhythmic motion.
In that pitch black darkness, I spent some time to figure out my appearance.
And…
 
What a discovery!
I used to be simply handsome, but now I have this sleek and sophisticated body style!
Bah, are you an idiot! Don't accept it~!!!
From all that I have gathered about my body, only that description seems appropriate.
No no, you know, that description.
I don't hate it, right? Yeah. Some could even call it cute, after all.
But well…  If you were asked "Would you want to become one?", I'd say 90 percent of people would reply the same way.
However, all I can do is accept this situation.
 
It seems that I have reincarnated as a slime.
 
 
 
 
 
*Mosha mosha[4]*
*Mosha mosha mosha*
I am eating grass.
Why? It's obvious!
I. HAVE. NOTHING. TO. DO!
 
Since I have accepted, albeit grudgingly, the fact that I became a slime, a day has passed.
The first concern on my mind was, of course, food.
I first tried to see if this slime body can feel hunger. For that purpose, I first checked my surroundings and found a place where grass seemed to be abundant.
On that note, I need to point out that the first grass was right by my side. When needed, I could eat it, and it's sap seems to be usable in its own way. Being stuck in this complete darkness, I am very lucky to have had it so close. Even basic motion could result in death, after all.
And so, let's experiment.
After counting fifty thousand sheep, I got bored.
I tried to see if I would fall asleep, but don't feel even a little bit tired.
I tried counting prime numbers, but didn't know the next one, so I gave up.
Shiritori[5] by oneself is also pointless… is there a way to kill time by yourself?
If there was Internet, I could waste my time away endlessly; cellphone games would also do. But this… this is torture.
Meditating like an ascetic monk is impossible for an amateur like me.
One thing I am still uncertain about: where any animals run around here.
There have been no signs of them until now.
Well, having no sight, hearing, or smell I can't say there have been none close by until now, but I haven't been attacked by one until now, at least.
Thanks to that, without fearing for my life, I am leisurely living.
That is the conclusion I reached after heroically suffering this (mental) agony.
 
I do not feel hunger. Nor do I need sleep.
 
Seriously, my stomach neither craved food nor did I ever desire sleep.
As to how many days had passed–I could not tell in this darkness.
Nor have I heard that strange voice again. If I had, I wouldn't mind playing along now.
Thus, since I have nothing to do… I am eating grass.
Since I have no other way to kill time, I am quietly munching on some grass.
Now, I've accumulated and dissolved so much grass in my body that I can sense it.
If you asked what purpose that served, I would confidently respond: none.
I am just afraid that if I don't do something, I'll go crazy.
I've gotten used to the routine around here. First [Absorb], then [Disassemble], end with [Store], and then repeat.
And that's where I found a point to investigate.
Lacking an appetite brings forth another question: what about excretion? Clearly food is unnecessary for this body, but what about excretion?
The answer was… it's unnecessary!
I have yet to excrete anything after all this time.
Being a slime and all it is not unexpected for this things to be unnecessary, but, in that case, what is this [Store] thing all about?
From what I've noticed, I haven't been changing in any way.
But in that case, what happens with what I eat?
 
"Solution. It is stored in the stomach associated with Unique Skill『Predator』. At this moment, less than 1% is occupied."
 
What? A responseーーー!
But, since when have I been using that skill? I've selected [NO], after all…
 
"Solution. Unique Skill 『Predator』has not been activated. Substances entering into the body are automatically stored. This function is modifiable."
 
Huh… The responses are much more smoother now. Not that it's important.
About the skill, what will happen if I use it?
 
"Solution. The effects of Unique Skill『Predator』are…
 
Predation: To absorb the target into the body. However, if the target is conscious, the success rate greatly decreases. The affected targets include organic matter, inorganic matter, skills, and magic.
 
Analysis: The absorbed target is studied and analyzed. Craftable items can then be produced. Should many items gather, a duplicate can be produced. In the case of successful skill or magic analysis, the same technique can be acquired.
 
Stomach: The target can be stored. Items produced can also be stored. There is no storage time limit.
 
Mimicry: Replicate the target's appearance. The skills and abilities used by the target can also be used. However, this depends on the successful analysis and acquisition of relative information regarding the target.
 
Isolation: Materials harmful or unnecessary for analysis can also be stored. They will be used to replace magic energy.
 
 
These five points are your power"
 
Eh…? EH?
It's been a while since I last trembled with excitement. Somehow, I just heard of some incredible power…Such an amazing ability has never been held by a slime before.
Wait, before that.
The voice that hears my questions, what is this? Is there someone there.
 
"Solution. This is an effect of the Unique Skill『Great Sage』. For the sake of quickly utilizing your skills, a response function has been added"
 
Great sage, huh… A title I thought was given out to spite me. To think it would be so reliable now. From now on, I'll depend on it more.
That being said, this is a pretty good situation.
This could be the end to this isolation I thought eternal.
Perhaps this "Voice" is only an auditory hallucination I made myself. Well, that would be fine in its own way.
And thus, since a long time ago, my heart has felt at ease.





Status
Name: Mikami Satoru
Race: Slime
Title: None
Magic: None
Abilities:  Unique Skill『Great Sage』
                 Unique Skill『Predator』
                 Slime Natural Skill『Dissolve, Absorption, Self Regeneration』
Resistances:  Thermal Fluctuation Resistance EX
                        Physical Attack Resistance
                        Pain Nullification
                        Electricity Resistance
                        Paralysis Resistance

A man is stabbed by a robber on the run after pushing his coworker and his coworker’s new fiance out of the way. As he lays dying, bleeding on the ground, he hears a voice. This voice is strange and interprets his dying regret of being a virgin by giving him the [Great Sage] unique skill! Is he being made fun of ?!

Empowerment Arc

C01 - Let's find what i can do

It's dark.

The darkness envelopes all, preventing me from seeing any shape or figure.

Where am I? Besides, what had happened?

Wasn't there someone making fun of me, calling me a… sage?… no, a great sage.

With that thought, I regained consciousness.

My name is Mikami Satoru. A 37 year old, nice guy.

While saving my kouhai[1] from a some street slasher, I got stabbed instead.

Alright~, remembered. I'm okay. No time for panic.

And really, could a cool guy like me even panic? Hah. That's as likely as a grade school kid shi**ing his pants.

When I tried to look around, I finally noticed. I can't open my eyes.

That problem aside, when I attempted to touch my head… I noticed my arms don't respond. And even more perplexing is the fact that I cannot tell where my head is.

Alright, time to panic.

Oi, oi, give me a sec here.

Just an hour please, let me catch my breath. They say that you should count prime numbers at a time like this, no?

1, 2, 3, Daaaaa!!!

Wrong! That's not right. One is not a prime number, is it?

No no, who cares about that.

No time for this foolishness. I mean, aren't I in trouble?

Are~? Hey, what the heck happened?

Maybe… I mean what if it is too late to even consider panicking?

Gathering my thoughts, I confirmed that I am in no way in pain.

No pain. Feeling pretty good.

Neither hot nor cold. Actually, a really comfortable atmosphere they've got here.

I can relax a bit thanks to that.

Next, let's check the limbs. Forget about them fingertips, I can't even move a muscle…

How could that be?

It's not like one can lose their arms and legs from being stabbed… so what happened?

And still, I cannot open my eyes.

Without seeing anything, I am in utter darkness.

Dread and unease slowly creep their way into my heart.

Could this… be what they call a vegetative state?

Consciousness separated from nerve endings–immobile… is this what it is?

No, no, no, no! Please don't let that be true!

Just when I thought I was saved… vegetative state? What could be worse? Even losing a half of my body would be preferable!

And yeah, both outcomes would be terrible. But to be alone in this darkness, without any senses… isn't that just hell?

Having imagined the worst scenario, panic has quickly turned into despair.

I want to think it over.

They say that when people are confined in darkness, they quickly go mad. I happen to be in that state right now, and cannot even kill myself.

Rather than despairing, the only thing I can do is go insane, huh?

And then,

*Touch*

There was a sense of touch.

Hmm? What is…

All my senses were focused on feeling that sensation

With a horizontal stroke across my belly (?), I felt something akin to grass.

Focusing my entire consciousness on that area, I slowly began to make out the shape of my body. And by the way, the grass's tip felt prickly against my body.

It kind of made me happy.

Yet, I'm still in complete darkness. And although I regained only one of the five senses, I could finally feel again.

Amused, I decided to try to head towards that grass.

*Zururi[2]*

I could feel my body move.

It… moved?!

At that time, I was pretty certain that I was not on top of a hospital bed. Under my belly (?) I could feel some hard – rock, maybe.

I see… though I don't really get it, I am not in a hospital.

Moreover, my eyes still can't see.

Can't hear anything either, but it could be just that I've gone deaf.

Although I don't know if i am facing it or not – I can't feel my head, after all – I'll head towards the grass. I'll learn about myself through contact.

No scent in the air either. Could it be? Did I also lose the sense of smell?

And seriously, I just can't understand the shape of my body.

I really don't want to accept it, but it seems sleek, jelly like–the kind that is really famous in RPGs–the appearance of that kind of monster.

I have been entertaining that possibility in the back of my head for a while now.

No, no… there's no way. I mean, no matter how… it just can't be.

For the time being, let's set those fears aside.

Thus, I decided to try the last of the five human senses that I've ignored up until now.

But… I don't even know where my mouth is. What to do…?

"Activate Unique Skill『Predator』? YES/NO"

Suddenly, there was a voice in the back of my head.

Wha… what was that?

Unique Skill『Predator』…?

And… what was that voice?

I thought I heard a strange voice while talking to Tamura before, but I guess I wasn't just hearing things, huh…

Is someone there? Yet, somehow that doesn't fit. More than someone being here… it's more like words appearing in my mind.

The voice lacks intent; like the voice that would come from a computer, calling it synthesized would perhaps be most accurate.

For now… [NO!] is my response.

I am Japanese who can say no, after all.

Bringing up the words [NO] in my mind, I wait for a response. Yet it did not come. I waited for a bit, but felt no voice.

Seems like I won't be getting a second question. Did I choose wrongly? Could this be a game that ends when I don't choose [YES]?

I thought that it would be the same as in an RPG–the same question repeating until I chose [YES]… I guess I was wrong.

Asking a question and then leaving… what a rude guy.

Though I have to admit, hearing a voice did make me slightly happy.

I slightly regretted the decision.

Well, nothing can be done now.

I guess I'll go back to trying to taste something.

I moved my body towards that piece of grass. While verifying my sense of touch, I leaned my body on the piece of grass.

I envelop the object with my body to confirm what it is… and I was right–it is, in fact, grass.

While touching the grass, the piece that was in contact with my body melted. And while I was worried that my body had melted, it seems to have been the grass only.

And thus, I understood that by melting the grass it was incorporated into my body.

It seems, the grass melted because it entered my body. In other words, rather than enveloping it, I seem to have swallowed it.

And by the way… it had no taste.

This is, in other words, that kind of thing.

I'm not a human.

That is, I seem to have died from that stab wound, right?

And that was not a question, I am completely certain of this fact. And thus, rather than a hospital bed, I can confidently say that I am at some rocky place where grass grows.

What happened to Tamura?

And Sawatari-san?

Has my PC been properly disposed of?

Some suspicions still remain. But, fretting over this won't achieve anything at this point. I have to decide what to do next.

Actually, wait a moment.

The me right now, is anything happening to me? And by the way, that earlier sensation…

I once again directed my consciousness to myself.

*Puyon. Puyon[3]*

My body moves with rhythmic motion.

In that pitch black darkness, I spent some time to figure out my appearance.

And…

What a discovery!

I used to be simply handsome, but now I have this sleek and sophisticated body style!

Bah, are you an idiot! Don't accept it~!!!

From all that I have gathered about my body, only that description seems appropriate.

No no, you know, that description.

I don't hate it, right? Yeah. Some could even call it cute, after all.

But well…If you were asked "Would you want to become one?", I'd say 90 percent of people would reply the same way.

However, all I can do is accept this situation.

It seems that I have reincarnated as a slime.

*Mosha mosha[4]*

*Mosha mosha mosha*

I am eating grass.

Why? It's obvious!

I. HAVE. NOTHING. TO. DO!

Since I have accepted, albeit grudgingly, the fact that I became a slime, a day has passed.

The first concern on my mind was, of course, food.

I first tried to see if this slime body can feel hunger. For that purpose, I first checked my surroundings and found a place where grass seemed to be abundant.

On that note, I need to point out that the first grass was right by my side. When needed, I could eat it, and it's sap seems to be usable in its own way. Being stuck in this complete darkness, I am very lucky to have had it so close. Even basic motion could result in death, after all.

And so, let's experiment.

After counting fifty thousand sheep, I got bored.

I tried to see if I would fall asleep, but don't feel even a little bit tired.

I tried counting prime numbers, but didn't know the next one, so I gave up.

Shiritori[5] by oneself is also pointless… is there a way to kill time by yourself?

If there was Internet, I could waste my time away endlessly; cellphone games would also do. But this… this is torture.

Meditating like an ascetic monk is impossible for an amateur like me.

One thing I am still uncertain about: where any animals run around here.

There have been no signs of them until now.

Well, having no sight, hearing, or smell I can't say there have been none close by until now, but I haven't been attacked by one until now, at least.

Thanks to that, without fearing for my life, I am leisurely living.

That is the conclusion I reached after heroically suffering this (mental) agony.

I do not feel hunger. Nor do I need sleep.

Seriously, my stomach neither craved food nor did I ever desire sleep.

As to how many days had passed–I could not tell in this darkness.

Nor have I heard that strange voice again. If I had, I wouldn't mind playing along now.

Thus, since I have nothing to do… I am eating grass.

Since I have no other way to kill time, I am quietly munching on some grass.

Now, I've accumulated and dissolved so much grass in my body that I can sense it.

If you asked what purpose that served, I would confidently respond: none.

I am just afraid that if I don't do something, I'll go crazy.

I've gotten used to the routine around here. First [Absorb], then [Disassemble], end with [Store], and then repeat.

And that's where I found a point to investigate.

Lacking an appetite brings forth another question: what about excretion? Clearly food is unnecessary for this body, but what about excretion?

The answer was… it's unnecessary!

I have yet to excrete anything after all this time.

Being a slime and all it is not unexpected for this things to be unnecessary, but, in that case, what is this [Store] thing all about?

From what I've noticed, I haven't been changing in any way.

But in that case, what happens with what I eat?

"Solution. It is stored in the stomach associated with Unique Skill『Predator』. At this moment, less than 1% is occupied."

What? A responseーーー!

But, since when have I been using that skill? I've selected [NO], after all…

"Solution. Unique Skill 『Predator』has not been activated. Substances entering into the body are automatically stored. This function is modifiable."

Huh… The responses are much more smoother now. Not that it's important.

About the skill, what will happen if I use it?

"Solution. The effects of Unique Skill『Predator』are…

Predation: To absorb the target into the body. However, if the target is conscious, the success rate greatly decreases. The affected targets include organic matter, inorganic matter, skills, and magic.

Analysis: The absorbed target is studied and analyzed. Craftable items can then be produced. Should many items gather, a duplicate can be produced. In the case of successful skill or magic analysis, the same technique can be acquired.

Stomach: The target can be stored. Items produced can also be stored. There is no storage time limit.

Mimicry: Replicate the target's appearance. The skills and abilities used by the target can also be used. However, this depends on the successful analysis and acquisition of relative information regarding the target.

Isolation: Materials harmful or unnecessary for analysis can also be stored. They will be used to replace magic energy.

These five points are your power"

Eh…? EH?

It's been a while since I last trembled with excitement. Somehow, I just heard of some incredible power…Such an amazing ability has never been held by a slime before.

Wait, before that.

The voice that hears my questions, what is this? Is there someone there.

"Solution. This is an effect of the Unique Skill『Great Sage』. For the sake of quickly utilizing your skills, a response function has been added"

Great sage, huh… A title I thought was given out to spite me. To think it would be so reliable now. From now on, I'll depend on it more.

That being said, this is a pretty good situation.

This could be the end to this isolation I thought eternal.

Perhaps this "Voice" is only an auditory hallucination I made myself. Well, that would be fine in its own way.

And thus, since a long time ago, my heart has felt at ease.

Status

Name: Mikami Satoru

Race: Slime

Title: None

Magic: None

Abilities:Unique Skill『Great Sage』

Unique Skill『Predator』

Slime Natural Skill『Dissolve, Absorption, Self Regeneration』

Resistances:Thermal Fluctuation Resistance EX

Physical Attack Resistance

Pain Nullification

Electricity Resistance

Paralysis Resistance

Ginro finally finished his basic training in six days. you can see on his wreck clothes, scratch and injured body that his training are very harsh. Ginro plan to continue to move-on, and get ready for thier andventure to find the cursed sword, margaret seems happy about it, but ginro can tell by her movement and reaction on her face the she is sad and something bothers her. meanwhile Lucifer is looking at sky and smiled, even though the god and michael drop her in human world. "Now let's give a rest and get ready, we gonna go on adventure and find the curse sword right?" Ginro said to Margaret and Lucifer.

*On Heaven*
The god are looking at location of Ginro and other is. She quietly watch of what they doing, suddenly Michael came and report something.

Michael: "My Lord!, The Seven Elite Demon seems doing something that we don't know, i asked the angels to search if some traces of them left, they reported me that there's no trace of them also they are not in Demon Kingdom".

The God din't react at all, it seems like She knows what The Seven Elite Demon doing are. The God asked Michael to search near on Kingdom of Mime where demon lives. The God suddenly use her power to give Michael an image of Cursed Sword that the previous Demon lord use.

Michael: "M..My Lord!, Thats...."

The God: "I'm sure the Seven Elite Demon are finding that sword, I want you to find and protect that sword until Lucifer gets near on it. If you can't it's fine, just go back here and report everything... It will be hard on you Michael it will takes a Year or Decades to find that sword also you will found yourself on danger and many trials... so do you accept my request?"

Michael: "I will... My Lord!"

The God: "Take This small Flute and Placed it around your neck... Please Whistle it if your life is on danger! Understand?".

Michael: "Yes My Lord <Michael Turned her back and Leave>"

The God: "Wait! Michael... You can Depart anytime you want... this is not that much important"

Michael Leave and then she looked down, "(In this past week. i can feel a small power that getting stronger! i can't properly know it's location... i think someone use a barrier....)"

[Michael specialty is to find and search a power even it's presence are small proportion that hard to see or feel].

*On Ginro's bed"

On Ginro's Bedding someone start moving and crawling. Ginro Start walking up because of soft pleasure he feel on his chest. you can tell it by Ginro's reaction. Ginro suddenly remove the bedsheet and then he saw lucifer naked and clinging to much. Ginro Covered his eye using his hand while looking at lucifer secretly.

Ginro: "He..Hey! Lucifer WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
Lucifer: "<Lucifer Touch Ginro's 'Holy Sword'> Well i am your servant it's not bad if we 'do it' right?"

Ginro look below and he saw Lucifer voluptuous cleavage. he seems happy of what's happening but he suddenly din't speak and not saying a thing you can't even see his eye because of his hair.

Lucifer: "Ohhh.... it seems something touching me... i can feel it something below <Lucifer hold Ginro's Hand and place it on her breast>"

Ginro: "<Ginro suddenly push lucifer> I COMMAND YOU BY OUR CONTRACT... TO SLEEP WITH MARGARET FOR A NIGHT!"

*On Margaret's Bedroom*

<Slowly opening the door>

Margaret: "Well.. well.. WELL, Din't i told you, you can't seduce of him..."
Lucifer: "I.. i..."
Margaret: "Mhhhh....!?"
Lucifer: "I'M NEARLY THERE...! HIS.. HIS THING GOT ERECTED... THEN.. THEN HE PUSHED ME AWAY!!!! <Lucifer Suddenly give a money to Margaret while crying>".

Margaret start counting a money while making a mocking face at Lucifer. Meanwhile Ginro is at the Front door of where Margaret and Lucifer are.

Ginro: "As i though... Something like that happened are not true... <Ginro start crying> WWAAAAHHHH!!!! WWHUUAAAHHH!!! AS I THOUGHT... THEY USE ME FOR BETTING... CURSE YOU THE TWO OF YOU... <Ginro start running while crying>.

Lucifer and Margaret saw Ginro's Crying. Suddenly Margaret gave back the money of Lucifer

Margaret: "Fuck Why did he come here and start crying!"
Lucifer: "I told you right!, He will come right HAHAHAHA SO where quits".

Outside of where Ginro and other living, there was a man standing in top of a tree and seeing of what Ginro and Others doing on shadow. Lucifer felt it a momment but She ignored it.

A male protagonist named Ginro. A 17 Year old kid, living in a small house who does part time job after school every night. he don’t know anything about his past or even his parents, he only knew that he grew up on orphanages. one day when he was asleep, there was a black shadow appeared on his dream and talk about being “Reincarnated”, when he woke up, he found himself in a middle of a forrest and had an evil power through on his entire body. what will Ginro do about his power?, he will used it to good or bad things?.

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