Wyatt a young boy of 16, well built muscular body, nice hair which he changes its color steady you will never know the color of his, got dark brown eye contact, red lips, just call it a sexy looking guy lived with his rich granny who provided all he needed ever since his parents went to rest (die) which made him spoilt.

 Wyatt's grand mom Mrs cressida owns one of the richest schools in new York, Mrs cressida is a retired teacher.

 Mrs cressida made a decision of registering her grand son Wyatt in her school ROSEY GOLD HIGH, she never liked the fact that her grand son was far from her in a boarding school and she was damn tired of reports from the school authority about her grand son molesting girls.

 Alizeh is a young pretty average height girl of 15 with a shinny brown hair, brown eyes, pink lips, neatly curved hips and nice butt.

 Alizeh lives with her rich parents and lived comfortably but alizeh never showed off, you could only see richness in her crazy dress sense, her looks and the way she styles her hair.

 Alizeh attends Rosey gold high and she never had a friend if not lux her only friend who understands her mode, alizeh is a very calm girl but strict and mean.

 Alizeh having only one friend and talks to no one never stopped her from having an enemy.

 Cyrus the head of the red lipstick girls never stopped making alizeh's life miserable, because she thinks her eagle and pride will fade because of her, not until Wyatt as every girls prince charming came.

When a young girl goes off on her own, following her new boyfriend blindly. She abandons her three best friends, leaving them behind. But when that same boyfriends cheats on her she returns to the New York streets. Looking for redemption and her lost best friends.

When his PA asked for an extended leave, Bernie Russ the CEO of Harlequin LTD the biggest fashion company in the world lost his shine. Little did he know that the nerd he had first detested and then became crazily in love with had left to have his baby! Find out what happens in this story of love, passion and romance.

A poem written from the point of view of the vampire queen in the book "The Harlequin" of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series.

"It can't be that amazing" Siobhan rolled her eyes and said
"Wait" he reached a door and typed in a code
"Why do you have a combination lock on your library door?"
"It's supposed to be a safe"
"Then why isn't it a safe"
"Because I have a bank account duh" he pushed open the door
"Whoa" she exclaimed as they entered the huge library "how come I have never seen this part of the house
"Have you ever wondered what the huge wall space between my room and the west wing of the house was well this is it"
"I don't think you are going to see me for the next month" she ran her hand on the spine of the book
"If you want to get out the combination is zero seven-ten okay"
"Okay"
"I'll leave you to it then" Tyler said
"Where are you going to be when I get out?"
"Probably in my office so you can look for me there" he walked out of the library and closed the door behind him.
Siobhan went to the romance book section that was what she was in the mood for at that particular point in time she sat on the plushy looking couch then started the book. It was a Harlequin classic romance novel. Once Siobhan got to the middle of the book she started scrunching up her face in disgust at how cliché the book was "what the hell" she whispered "this guy is starting to get predictable" she added
She finished her book and realized that romance books weren't what she thought it would be she actually preferred it to the adventure books she had been reading lately she took another Harlequin book from the shelf and started reading that.
At around five in the evening, she had only gone out of the library once and that was to get water apart from that she stayed in the comfort of the soft couch she was on reading five different Harlequin and getting those imaginary butterflies and the queasy feeling everyone gets when they actually read the sex scenes in the romance novels. Her stomach rumbled lowly "not now" it rumbled louder and she groaned it was probably time for her to cook lunch she was sure that Tyler was hungry as well. She typed on her birthday on the keypad then it opened automatically.
"Hey Tyler"
"Yes"
"Are you hungry?"
"I already ate I ordered Chinese takeout I left some for you in the kitchen"
"Thanks, Barbie bug," she said as soon as she noticed he was wearing his glasses
"No problem psycho ban"
She scowled at him and walked out of the office.
After her meal, she went back to the library to continue reading the book she had already begun. By the time she got to her seventh book her eyes were pounding in their sockets begging to be let out and she was feeling strangely aroused. Siobhan turned off the light in the library then walked out to Tyler"s room. He was sleeping, she admired him for a while then he groaned "you either come in or you get out you are disturbing me"
"Oh sorry" she hurriedly closed the door turned on the light then rushed to his bed under the blanket with him
"Why do you have to turn on the lights?" he mumbled then buried his head under the blankets
"It"s dark in here" she snuggled against him
"Are you alright"
"Just a little queasy that's all"
"How many romance novels did you read?"
"Only six or seven I honestly don't know"
"Seven Harlequin novels isn't that a little too many romance books in one day"
"I"m fine just want to cuddle that's all"
"You are sure"
"A billion percent sure" she whispered
Tyler looked at her from under the confines and safety of his duvet "is there a reason why I can't turn off the lights?"
"Just don't like the darkness that's all, it scares me"
"Why does it scare you?"
"I don't want to talk about it"
"Trust me I won't tell anybody"
"You will laugh and I don't want anybody to laugh about it so it's best the people that know; know and the people that don"t stay in the closet"
"Why would I laugh I promise I won't laugh"
"You promise"
"Cross my heart" he whispered back"
"Well when I was younger like ten-eleven I had this friend"
"A friend"
"Yes a friend I easily trust people that's why I decided to lock everybody out so they won"t hurt me the way this friend hurt me"
"What did she do?"
"It was a he; he was my bodyguard, my first bodyguard before Brian actually he was almost a thousand years older than me, of course, I didn't know how old he was he didn't tell me that kind of information I only knew that he was way older than me" she closed her eyes so she wouldn't remember a horrible past
"What Happened?"
"He almost raped me he waited till it was dark out and he pressed a knife to my neck here" she raised up her chin and he saw a faint scar across her neck
"Oh my God"
"He told me he would kill me if I screamed"
"I didn't know my mom came to check on me every night because as you know I sleep pretty quickly she walked into my room and saw Carlos almost about to kill me out of fear and surprise he mistakenly pressed the knife a little bit too far and almost killed me but obviously I didn't die I lost a lot of blood and forgot who I was for almost three months" a tear slipped her eyes. Tyler wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug so she could cry and he would feel the tears
"That"s not something I would laugh about" he kissed her forehead
"He is in maximum security jail now probably dead now but I know I"m not safe he has fought off multiple kidnappers rapists and thugs for me so he can escape any time has before and can still do it again"
"That is horrible"
"So I can"t stay in the darkness. That time you locked me out of the house that was something I would never forget you put me in a critical position"
"I"m sorry I didn't know I would personally see to it that he pays dearly for what he did to my beautiful Mary"
"Stop calling me Mary"
"But you are Mary my beautiful virgin"
She blushed lightly
"I like when you blush" he stroked her cheek "it makes me happy" Tyler pressed his lips on hers
"I love you" she whispered

Elephant-shaped stagecoaches and wagonettes sufficed as the vehicles for the ten-man trip. Nicodemus and Viola were tagged along in their own wagonette, when Udek explained to Bluvil what was to come. 

"The only blood that will shed, will be that of the centauroids. The others will be your liaisons, and the agreement will work against you." 

That was sixty days ago, and so far Bluvil proves to be more desperate then democratic. Two others were already abandoned in the OuterLands when the appearance of snow scared them off. Bluvil has no room for doubters, and the message is sent clear. Even clearer when the stowaways, during their hike back, were eaten by wild bizigs. Everyone heard the distant screams, but no one would dare turn around.  

With the emerald around his neck, its harlequin beam never sent them down the wrong path. However, as they grew closer to their destination, the heavy, constant snow turned visibility into a nightmare. The treacherous weather created a whirlwind of white. The folmons, four-legged creatures shaped like bulls, with three pointy horns, pulling the pack, feel like they're in a blender of sleet. 

Bluvil brought along enough golem fur to keep everyone warm, both inside and outside the stagecoaches and wagonettes. It works too well for humans, as Nicodemus and Viola find themselves sweating profusely. Contrasting the icicles forming on the through-braces below. The harlequin light begins to shrink and becomes a thinner beam. As Bluvil squints, his face wrapped in golem fur, a huge object HITS the wheel. The folmons shriek in panic, which sounds like moans, as the big yellow wheel falls off the side. 

"Whoa, whoa! Easy, everyone calm down. This wheel can be fixed," confidently assures Bluvil, as he hops down into the four feet high snow. 

He re-positions the wheel on the stagecoach, and solders it back together using his saliva. The easy fixed turned into a deeper find. Suddenly, the heavy object moves. Bluvil removes some snow with his hands to reveal Vobys, lying half-dead, suffering from hypothermia. His fur periwinkle, with rose-red lips.

"Vobys! How did you end up here? Fellows, help me, we have a tag along. Open the stagecoach!" 

Nora and another centauroid sit outside, driving the folmons, while Bluvil warms Vobys, itching to gather information from him.

"Praise the great God of the Eternal. How is it you've come to be here? We are surely one-hundred kilometers past Shadrala. Where have you been for all this time, dear friend?"

"I've seen Oglolor," states Vobys, with an inclination that he's seen death.

"Lies." slithers the cobra tail. 

"I swear, it is not too much further. But you must turn back."

"Not you too Vobys. How did you even know what direction to go without the emerald?"

"You retrieved the emerald? Make sense, you said you would. I traveled here using the ancient map drawn by Ubek."

"Ubek? He warned me against the pilgrimage, yet he's been to Oglolor before? What frightened him back to Shadrala?"

"The vikings in Oglolor are more barbaric than other regions on this planet. They will not listen to reason, they will not barter. Pillaging is their only religion. They don't even believe in the great God of the Eternal. It is a country of heathens. They follow rogue rules, and worship a creature from the sea."

"We must seek our motherland. Even if just to see it. To know it exist, and was once truly ours. I am not planning for war. I simply want to step foot in where my people is from. If I die, I die."

"What you will find will not bring any spiritual advances. All you will understand is why we live in the OuterLands. Turn around, before they see you. Take me back to Shadrala." 

"Sorry old friend, either you travel with me, or I leave you in the snow where I found you. There is no other options. I will see this pilgrimage to the end," his convictions are frightening.

In the wagonette, Nicodemus' hand couldn't resist touching Viola's inner thigh, as they lay naked under a huge blanket of golem fur. She could use another hand for once. Her inner voice says 'Let it happen' a million times. Covered in sweat, she pushes his hand further, and he feels the warmth from between her legs. The isolation, and the uncertainty of where their lives were going inadvertently birthed a romance between them. Albeit a romance neither of them wants. A romance rooted in desperation. Nicodemus rubs her with the dexterity of a professional, which alarms Viola, herself believing to be the dominant. Yet, power is losing to pleasure, and she makes her lip bleed from biting on it. Using every restraint to not satisfy his ego with a moan. He spreads her legs further, trying to create a "L' shape from the side, with her leg fully extended and clutched behind the knee. Right as he begins to enter her, she springs up, and swiftly closes her legs. 
Silence as the wagonette buckles, rolling through the ever-growing snowfall accumulating outside. Neither of them make excuses. However, the loud commotion outside spares them awkwardness, as they see Bluvil yelling at Vobys and pushing him off the stagecoach. Into the white abyss.

"Another non-believer?" shouts Nora, as she steadies the reins for the folmons.

"I am your friend, how dare you abandon me? You, Bluvil are no leader! You are a blind fool. A self-appointed trailblazer. Shadrala does not need you!"

"I am the future of all of us. The only one brave enough to take back that which was stolen."

"You are on suicide mission!"

The entire convoy hears the words vividly. It touches a few hearts who feel the same sentiment. Bluvil became a threat to everyone, including himself. Blind faith once again reared its ugly face. And eventually Vobys entered the vanishing point, as the cavalcade reaches the border of Oglolor. 

Huge serrated monoliths sculpted with the northern region's symbol, the silhouette of a battle-axe, appears before the towering wooden doors. Each one, the height of a cathedral, width equally as vast. All of Oglolor, encased within a colossal mountain, which peak knocked on Arcadia's door. The convoy lookslike insects compared to the Oglolorian architecture they were standing next to. Nicodemus couldn't even stretch his neck far enough to see where the top of the entrance started. Bluvil, overwhelmed by the gigantic monument, snaps back into faux leader-mode.

"We have made it! Glory be to the great God of the Eternal," declares Bluvil as he eagerly steps off the stagecoach.  

It gets harder to walk as the snow accumulates to five feet, but Bluvil musters to the intimidating doors. He takes a deep breath and prepares to knock, when the ground rumbles. The doors creak open on their own. Someone is expecting them. As the massive entrance blossoms out, everyone peeks into the unknown landscape of Oglolor. 

A humongous marketplace occupied within the gargantuan cave formed in karst. Speleothem lining the ceiling and ground, with pools of bristling blue water, which reflects all throughout. Giving off a magical light and shadow show inside the momentous cave. Moss covering the steps leading towards the clear water, where the flowerless plant steadily grows below. Smaller cavities following the marketplace, clumped in groups of six or more, where the citizens lived. Deep in the background, centered perfectly from the view of the doors, is the Oglolor concrete Gothic-style castle. Its height just inches from the roof of the cave. Near it is a hole at the mountaintop
that shoots an ivory-colored holy aura-like beam down from the sky, complete with a waterfall flowing out of it. Causing the water to look enchanted, as it collects below. 

The marketplace is overrun with shanty pop-up shops filled with various items for both tourist and citizens alike. Deals and bargains blaring throughout the air so frequently, it meshes together into a song of nonsensical chatter. 

"The entire region is based off imports and exports. A new shipment of good must've just arrived," explains Nicodemus as they tippy-toe inside the Oglolor cave. 


I've been published in such publications as Suspense Magazine, Lycan Valley Press, The Fictional Cafe, Drunk Monkeys, Red Fez and others. I've currently self published three novels. I plan to release more shorts and novels. Honestly, I'm just a wisp of smoke gliding across the astral plane, purposely creating thoughtful stories to keep you up at night.


In the year 814, the country of Ashovania is reaching a tipping point in a 100-year civil war. Both factions, Avalon, and Alastair, are battling over the illustrious and mysterious Arcane Rune, which is said to bring prosperity to the soil of the planet. However, things go wrong when the king of Avalon is killed, and his son gains control of the kingdom. He is unfit to helm the war, almost dooming Avalon completely.  Not to mention that he's been suffering from hallucinations of a demon. The story revolves around several people in the country, their connection with the rune, and the explanation of what the demon actually is. 

When the people in the hall recognized who the man was, the normal reaction for them was to scream. It was typical for most people to be horrified in this situation as they grew in a peace-ridden world. Most of these people didn't have the phrase 'physical pain' in their dictionary.
 
Why were people so terrified, you ask? Because the man in front of them was the notorious White Hood, a serial killer that targeted the upper class of the meritocratic society. His white-colored irises beyond that mask was his trademark.
 
His reasoning? This kind of society was unjust in his eyes. Although many people are aided by the government during rough childhood, what about those late bloomers? What about the poor lower class that are oppressed and couldn't gain more experience because of their 'lack of experience?'
 
Of course, this was solely one prerequisite for his targets. Most upper class are arrogant as fuck, an ad verbatim statement by White Hood. He views those condescending people unworthy of the skill and wealth they possess. As such, he culls them, 'cleansing the world of these evils.' One's loathsome attitude was the nail in the coffin that would paint a target on your back.
 
Every murder scene that White Hood left was beautiful and elegant. The kill is clean with a single hole on the middle of the forehead. Each and every corpse was encapsulated in a blood drawing of a rose.
 
Additionally, the woman next to him was the infamous Harlequin, the assistant of White Hood. Prior to helping out White Hood, Harlequin was already a psychopathic killer that killed people, male or female, that have a history of sexual assault.
 
"I see that our reputation precedes us." White Hood chuckled at the mic, deepening the dread that the crowd was in. White Hood's attitude turned 180 degrees. "Quiet, all of you!"
 
"Ah, fuck, my bad luck is seriously getting ridiculous." Hayden cursed under his breath. "Good thing I picked this remote place to stay at."
 
As mentioned, the place where they were at was adjacent to the wall and was covered by the throngs of classical piano music enthusiasts. It was helpful that there were tons of wielders in the crowd, allowing him to mask himself.
 
He scooched to the back side of Eun-ha, Likoria, and Sayuri. He whispered to the three, "The woman is a Level 4 wielder. The man is a Level 5 wielder."
 
"What?" Eun-ha and Sayuri were both shocked of Hayden's analysis. How in the world would he possess that sort of information? They couldn't sense anything from the two, hence, they knew that their Origin Limiters were activated for the meantime. Also, Hayden was a Level 2! It was strange that he can sense Levels… Eun-ha spoke for the two, "We trust you, but…"
 
"Questions later." Hayden was dreading the situation they were plunged in. "Likoria, can you contact them from where you're standing?"
 
"I don't need to." Likoria replied. Her carefree attitude was nowhere to be found, replaced by a somber one. "They have eyes all over the island. Plus, the Cyber Guards monitors every nook and cranny of World Government Island. Nobody can escape their surveillance. People from there are most definitely on their way."
 
Eun-ha and Sayuri were lost in the duo's conversation. For the intervening time, they chose to trust Hayden and Likoria. They figured that Likoria highly likely belonged to the entity that conferred Hayden the World Items.
 
White Hood dropped the mic. A voice, oddly loud yet spoken softly, boomed out from where he was standing. "Since all of you recognize me, this will make it easier. As you know, this is the World Government Island. For my 96th to 100th kill, I wanted to bring it to the grand stage. Heh, can't believe the World Government has so many loopholes."
 
Everybody was too busy getting ahold of themselves to listen to White Hood's soliloquy. "Don't worry, most of you will be able to walk away scot-free. I already have my five targets for the night.  And that is…"
 
White Hood announced his targets in a laidback manner. White Hood was true to his reputation for not targeting the humble people. Hayden, Eun-ha, and anybody else that Hayden had personal relationships with weren't in the list.
 
Most people in the hall were relieved upon hearing this. Hayden sighted the targets among the crowd. The five people were clearly in distraught. Abruptly, White Hood spoke cryptically. At least to those normal humans. "No, no, I wouldn't do that if I were you, Principe Di… ja… Djamilatou? Is that right? Anyway, do you want to live longer or die right now?"
 
Somewhere far away, Hayden caught a glimpse of a trembling middle-aged woman with onyx-colored skin and short black hair. From his Danger Sense, the woman was around Level 3.
 
The woman, gaping at White Hood, didn't heed White Hood's warning and activated her Ability. From what Hayden gathered, she was going to transform. Unfortunately for her, White Hood got the jump on her and shot her in the head.
 
In the front, Hayden saw White Hood holding a black glock with a smoking barrel. Looking back to the woman, Hayden was taken aback by how clean the perforation of the bullet was. The blood couldn't escape as well, making for a clean death.
 
Everybody screamed, aghast of the scene that transpired in the span of mere seconds. Hayden ignored them as Danger Sense's sensitivity to White Hood increased by a whole margin.
 
Hayden's heart throbbed loudly. This time, the trepidation that was welling within his heart was that of a normal person's: Genuine fear. He quivered, sandwiching herself between Eun-ha and Sayuri then involuntarily reaching out for their hands.
 
Needless to say, Hayden's fear was not the fear of death.  It was the fear of losing Eun-ha and Sayuri in vying to protect him. If Hayden lost Eun-ha and Sayuri, it was a fate worse than death. It will be hell.
 
Eun-ha and Sayuri felt Hayden shaking. They turned their heads to him, only to see a grave analytical expression in place of a fearful one. They spotted the usual Hayden: Someone that was finding for a way out for everyone that was dear to him.
 
It was admirable that, in the face of death, Hayden stayed strong to keep his cool and was even finding a way for them to survive. It was reassuring for Eun-ha and Sayuri, who were internally panicking due to their survival instincts acquired from battles screaming for them to retreat upon hearing the words 'Level 5' and ascertaining that that White Hood was Level 5.
 
This made them fall for Hayden more unconsciously. They refocused their gazes at the people in front, mysteriously feeling safer and determined to escape this quagmire to live their lives with Hayden.
 
"Silence, you pieces of shit!" White Hood roared with anger. "Tsk, Principe, always the one who dislikes these kinds of things. Does nobody here recognize the beauty and practicality of my art?"
 
No one responded to the imposed question. Why would anybody answer? The one in front of them was a serial killer. Anyhow, Hayden possessed prior knowledge that about 30% of the people in here were wielders. This was thanks to his Danger Sense.
 
"Anyhow, I'll make this quick." White Hood's voice was giddy, to the point that it was gleeful. Hayden could tell that White Hood was a true psychopath. "All the targets, well, there's no use doing this, but… Every target I've named, please step out. Don't delay the inevitable."
 
As predicted, no target presented themselves to White Hood. Nobody in this room wanted to be killed. This included Hayden. Why would they? They were leading good lives. The best lives that anybody could ask for. Why would they want to be killed?
 
"Harlequin." White Hood rotated his head to face Harlequin. "Bring them to me."
 
"Yes, darling." Harlequin giggled. It would have been an attractive giggle if it wasn't for the situation at hand.
 
In no time, four people, three men and a woman, was kneeling in front of White Hood. The corpse was in the far right, lying down with both hands intertwined atop the chest. Hayden was dazed at how there was no sonic boom by how fast Harlequin moved.
 
"You may be wondering how there are no alarms tripping in this area?" White Hood pranced around the four people. "Well, let's say that there's a certain famous rebellious hacker that rigged the place. Oh, gosh, I shouldn't put you into suspense and at least satisfy your curiosity before your death. It's Cyberus!"
 
Hayden's eyes narrowed when he heard this name. During his study of programming, he has come across four legendary hackers who cracked the World Government's defense system. Cyberus was one of those four people.
 
What Cyberus did was hack into the database of Identity Numbers and spread the Identity Numbers of hundreds of celebrities and rich people globally. At that time, Identity Numbers had minimal security against attacks because of the confidence of the Cyber Guards to its own line of defense.
 
Thus, from thereon, these hundreds of celebrities' scandals, text message history, and social medias were imperiled. However, there was one theme across these Identity Numbers. It was that all of these people were part of underground organizations that either sold drugs or trafficked humans.
 
Following that, Cyberus hijacked the internet systems of the Worldwide Cable and hosted a video message. Everyone was warned of the consequences of doing evil deeds.
 
What's legendary about this hijacking was that Cyberus was unable to be tracked by the World Government. The governing body that held the power of the internet at its fingertips.
 
As might be expected, once that catastrophe was done, the World Government's Cyber Guards fortified its security. Yet, Cyberus was able to penetrate the cyber defense of Cyber Guards twice more without getting caught, exposing hundreds of vile and repulsing people to the world.
 
Hayden was more impressed due to him knowing the fact that the Cyber Guards was a wielder. Probably a Level 6 even. If Cyberus was that good of a hacker…
 
'Fuck, I'm so screwed.' Hayden thought. 'In all likelihood, Gaia's in slumber with the unlocking of my Void Sealing. If so… Shit.'
 
If Cyber Guards couldn't stop Cyberus three times, it wasn't far-fetched to assume that Cyberus has the capability to bypass the World Government's security a fourth time.
 
"Cyberus did a good job securing this place, didn't he?" White Hood cackled vehemently. It was unsettling. Even for Hayden. "This place is perfect. Sound-absorbent walls. Full of patronizing affluent people that pretend they like classical music to be 'classy.' Majestic hall that suits the art I do. Oh how quaint."
 
White Hood sounded as if he was in ecstasy. He walked over to a man, pointed a gun at his forehead, and shot. Everybody in the venue held back a scream.
 
"Oh, yes. How gratifying." White Hood's words and manner of speaking struck everyone that he was sexually aroused. It was a peculiar scene. "And another one!"
 
In a blink of an eye, three people were dead. Hayden, Eun-ha, and Sayuri didn't bat an eyelid. The three had a similar train of thought: Those people probably deserved it if they were in that position.
 
On top of that, in their world, it was eat or be eaten. Eun-ha and Sayuri grasped this. Hayden, a ruthless person who doesn't care about strangers' lives, naturally would fathom this. The same could not be said for Likoria.
 
On the side, Likoria had her hands in a tight fist. Her eyes were widened, petrified of the sight in front. One question circled in her mind. How can a person kill another while laughing in that manner?
 
She would understand if the person was murdering for self-defense, but… Killing for enjoyment? What kind of cruel act was this?
 
Her entire body trembled in fury, her gaze stuck on the scene upfront. Without a warning, another bullet lodged itself on the forehead of a woman. It was the fourth kill.
 
By this point in time, Likoria's mind was blank. She was prepared to charge in mindlessly without thinking of the repercussions. She didn't care. This was not right even if the person has sinned heavily.
 
Likoria was preparing to dash when Hayden's deep voice entered her ears. "Don't move. Do you want to die?"
 
"But-" Likoria was preparing to argue when Hayden interrupted her in between.
 
"No buts, you fucking spoiled brat." Hayden's tone, whilst hushed, was undeniably irate. "There are all kinds of people in the world. Many people out there are like him. Some are worse. At least this guy has modus operandi. What if, in your Tiroga, you encounter murderers that slaughter human life purely for enjoyment? Yes, there are people out there that does that. White Hood here targets those that are deserving, to say the least. If you want to die playing the hero for an individual that may have sexually assaulted, trafficked humans, or did all types of illegal things. Be my guest."
 
Hayden's logical words reverberated in the mind of Likoria. Howbeit, it was not of being convinced. It was of puzzlement of how Hayden can stand by and do nothing at the meaningless loss of a human life.
 
"You still want to go and play the hero?" Hayden whispered, enraged more than ever. "Okay, let me appeal to your heroic heart. What would you rather do? Stay quiet in oppression for the moment and later exact revenge for them, or be killed now? Remember that as long as you're alive, there is a chance to spite these kinds of people. As long as you have the will, that is."
 
This, believe it or not, pacified the stimulated heart of Likoria. Hayden achieved what should have been impossible: Fulfill someone's own emotional needs through the use of logic. It was an extraordinary feat that was exclusive to people like Hayden, a person that can read most people akin to an open book, can achieve.
 
Hayden sighed in relief once he discovered that Likoria's state of mind became tranquil. Truth be told, Hayden couldn't care less if Likoria wanted to commit suicide by running to a Level 5 wielder serial killer.
 
What he was truly worried about was Likoria bringing attention to their side of the hall. It was relatively quiet and unnoticeable here. Hayden didn't want to compromise their position by letting Likoria run from here.
 
The final bullet found its way into the forehead of the last target. White Hood's figure, seemingly satisfied, flickered. The corpses were now around his feet, arranged in a flower-shape. Their clothes have also been changed into white ones.
 
'Tsk, where's Starakt when you need him?' Hayden bit his lip in discomfort. He tightened his grip on Eun-ha and Sayuri's hands, to which Eun-ha and Sayuri responded by doing so too. 'I hate this… Why is it that I feel that there's a deeper meaning to this performance?'
 
Hayden was sure that a high-profile serial killer wouldn't carelessly reveal themselves in a maximum defense island simply to celebrate five of their kills. Nonetheless, if Hayden was being targeted, the dread in his heart would indubitably be much worse.
 
Thence, Hayden didn't put this feeling into heart for the prsent. He watched White Hood's ending moments in the spotlight.
 
"At last!" White Hood raised both of his arms as if reveling in a masterpiece he produced. Intense, and horrifying for that matter, classical music played in the speakers from the grand piano. The one who was playing was Harlequin. "My magnum opus is finished! Rejoice. Applaud!"
 
A second passed. Two seconds. And three. It was only at the fourth second that a person from the audience slow clapped. This snowballed into a boisterous round of applause.
 
"This is where my performance ends." White Hood bowed. The stage was clouded in opaque smoke. When the smoke dissipated, White Hood was long gone.
 
When White Hood disappeared, the alarms in the hall blared. It was well-timed and unquestionably intentionally done by Cyberus.
 
Robotic sentinels alongside members of the Incognito Corps, the secret service of the World Government, flooded the place. The members of the Incognito Corps were alarmed when they discerned the grotesquely picturesque scene at the stage.
 
The place was cordoned off to the public, with the Incognito Corps escorting people out. The Incognito Corps warned the people who witnessed the event to not make anything public, or they'll be forced to resort with a 'forceful countermeasure.'
 
When that stern admonition concluded, everybody was let off the hook without any kind of interrogation.
 
…..
 
Somewhere in World Government Island, in a hotel room. White Hood, Harlequin, and another man in a cool futuristic dog mask entered through the front door. The man was obviously Cyberus.
 
They were greeted by a person of a tall stature clad in a black cape and in total mystery. The aura around the person was that of the typical villainous character found in novels or in cartoons.
 
"Have you located the targets, Robin?" Unlike what you would expect, the person's voice was that of a woman's. Not a man's. "Have you used your Ability on him?"
 
"Yes, I have, Missus." White Hood bowed deferentially to The Missus. "The first two future threats you've wanted dead will be dead in the most public setting possible. During their game in the Annual Youth Pride."
 
"Make sure you don't fail." The Missus said. "Failure is not an option."
 
"And it will never be." White Hood, Harlequin, and Cyberus responded in unison.
 
"Good." The Missus tittered, the atmosphere lightening up. "You are all dismissed. Oh yes, Alliah, stay."
 
Harlequin didn't leave as she asked. "Yes, Missus?"
 
"That Hayden Emperador." The Missus said with intrigue. "Was he the one to kill our precious Bayrak?"
 
"Yes." Harlequin confirmed without thinking much. "He is strong and has a much higher threat than the two we've targeted. However, we cannot touch him. Or any of the people associated with him."
 
"Yes, yes, Overseers and all that." The Missus sighed in dismay. "Do we have to plant people in that… What was that? Hand of Gloom?"
 
"The native people that live in that country refer to it as Kamay ng Lagim." Harlequin corrected. "That is the Filipino translation of Hand of Gloom."
 
"Yes, Kamay ng Lagim." The Missus' tone shifted into that of intrigue. "Philippines has an interesting world of wielders. Anyhow, even if it was Bayrak's own mistake, we don't leave a person behind. We will avenge his death. Okay, we'll plant some of our inferior members in that Kamay ng Lagim for reconnaissance, and for killing Hayden. Make sure it's done by the end of the Annual Youth Pride. Accompany them as well, be their counselor."
 
"Understood, Missus." Harlequin emotionlessly replied. "It shall be done."
 
"Do well and I'll reward you." The Missus revealed her white hand from underneath her cape and waved it at Harlequin. "Dismissed."
 
Harlequin left with a spring in her step from the satisfaction of The Missus' mention of the word 'reward.' When Harlequin was far enough, a man materialized kneeling in front of The Missus.
 
The man was bulky and was wearing a dark green suit that suited his brown skin color. The man wore a green feathered masquerade eye mask, which was enough to conceal his identity. His features were that of a handsome man.
 
"Missus." The man didn't stand up from his respectful genuflection in front of The Missus. "I've come to report that the most higher-leveled threats have been neutralized by the assassins."
 
"Good job." The Missus nodded. "Remain standing by. The wielders sent by the different countries to protect their young are strong. We cannot let our guard down."
 
"I will do as I am ordered." The man didn't shift from his position at all prior to vanishing.
 
"Hayden, huh?" The Missus mumbled and laughed. "Finally, some action."

Superpowers. Are they a myth? Are they real? What if they existed in the world without you knowing? What if there was a hidden world that consisted of superhumans? What if humanity has lived this long and has advanced leaps and bounds without knowing the existence of such… Phenomena? Most of them simply dismissing it as conspiracies. Myths. Imaginary.

How about the different bodies of mythology all around the world? Were they really just simple myths? Were they really something that merely lived in our imaginations? Were they something that can be ignored? Or were they stories based on actual events that was lost in the tides of time? People thinking that they were too farfetched to be reality?

Reality and fiction. History and mythology. Physical and metaphysical. Normal and supernatural. What exists, and what did not? Are the stories really only stories? Or were they truths hidden from the public?

…..

The year is 2057. Underneath the moonlight, a man slept and dreamt of something bizarrely vivid. When he finally woke up, he felt that he drowned in the dream, only to find that he acquired superpowers. The one thing that many people desired. The one thing that he so wished.

If you were to be put in his place, what would you do? Would you go on a killing spree? Would you use it to play the hero? Or would you rather hide it, using it exclusively and discreetly for your benefit? These are questions that all those who bear the title Ability Wielders must face.

Since then, the man’s life has changed, being plunged into the so-called world of wielders. A world where people with Abilities are omnipresent. A world where combat strength is the factor that determined your status. A world where death was treated lightly. Will he survive? Will he be able to live unbothered by the other people? Will he be able to protect those that are dear to him?

Romance is a very popular genre in Webnovels. The first thing that come to mind when we talk about romance are the CEO novels. Even though we don't want to admit it, they are the mainstream romance stories in the Webnovel website. 

So why do people love romance stories? I hope you find the answer while reading this chapter.

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FattyBai: No worries, was just a bit curious. It's always amazing seeing how the Romance genre basically dominates the site.

Parasection: and CEO stories.

FattyBai: So I was sort of curious what the demographics on the reader's sex were. But yeah, it's a fair assumption to say that the ladies rule the site, lol

WWFire: Readers gender stats r ambiguous, it is manipulatable after all.

FattyBai: Unless there's this hidden group of guys who have been starving for CEO romance novels (which would actually be funny).

Parasection: But the sacred texts.

WWFire: All I see are genderless alien. *derp emoticon*

reinesse ♥: kek.

FattyBai: How do we pull in the female readers in if we can't write a romance story? *cry emoticon*

Parasection: No choice but to write yaoi then.

WWFire: We who read these kind of fantasy novels don't live our lives correctly pal.

CailinMatthews: *ghost hug emoticon*

Parasection: Give in to the demons.

WWFire: That's why we escape reality sometimes. 

FattyBai: It's like being offered a big cake and unable to take a slice.

Zehell2218: I think male reader have their own chance and market.

FattyBai: For sure, but it'd be nice to tap into both sides.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai I think I'll make fantasy romance so I can attract both.

FattyBai: I mean, it's not a bad idea, but how do you split it up? 50% romance/50% dragon ball z?


Parasection: The fuq that sounds like an abomination.

FattyBai: It does.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai No it's 80% romance 20% action. *joy emoticon*

Noveljunky: Besides Romance, what else do females like to read?

Parasection: BL, yaoi, drama.

Zehell2218: Still BL is romance.

Anjeeriku: horror lol.

reinesse ♥: @Noveljunky xianxia I think.

Noveljunky: Mmm.

Zenith: Well, need too write romance...kek

Zehell2218: Do female reader like to read apocalypse novel? Quick question since I will make fantasy romance in apocalypse.

[A/N: Sis, did you forget that you're a girl too?]

Totally Not Nano: nah oof.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Aww, man. But then you have to develop characters and write meaningful dialogue.

Zenith: I am probably gonna f*ck up my time trying to make a romance story.

FattyBai: We like blowing stuff up and fighting baddies.

Zehell2218: cmon it will be comedy. *laugh emoticon*

Parasection: The best thing in a novel is character development humor and action romance can be on the side.

Anjeeriku: Romance can be a great sub genre.

Parasection: how does one even write romance? I don't know where to begin with that genre.

FattyBai: I'm a simple guy, I see plot and I drown it in martial arts and manly stuff. Of course, I don't know what feelings are. Can you eat them to increase your cultivation base? *think smart emoticon*

Parasection: I've never experienced romance so i'd fail the moment i'd attempt a story like that.

Zehell2218: Actually, I like to write fighting scene but without romance my reader will kill me. So...yeah I tag it as romance! *joy emoticon*

Parasection: Fight scenes are fun to write.

FattyBai: I'm trying to break through into the "Immortal lonely sperg" phase~

Zehell2218: Very sloooooowww romance.

Anjeeriku: Please no abusive ML @Zehell2218 They're disgusting. idk why women like to read them.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku I don't know if girls who read xianxia will read apocalypse novel too.

reinesse ♥: I wanna write a novel like it's not easy to be a man after traveling to the future.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku No I won't make abusive ML. @reinesse ♥ same *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: @Anjeeriku *cough* TBWWM *cough*

reinesse ♥: And an actual xianxia novel with reasonable characters.

Zehell2218: But without the romance it's bland.

reinesse ♥: Like characters, especially main character who knows how to adjust because extreme pride is not good.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Baby Dragon Truer words have not been spoken, and that scares me.

reinesse ♥: Some villains are really brainless. they can scheme, but they don't have a reasonable reason to do so

Zenith: Kek.

Zehell2218: @Zenith gramps I have idea for fantasy romance lemme tell you after I finish writing and see if it's interesting or not.

Zenith: Get the MC u desire! Yeah @Zehell2218 

FattyBai: I fear becoming a more wholesome and fleshed out human being. Please no development.

Zehell2218: @Zenith It's ok. Just want to see if people will find this good or not. *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: I think there's a formula in getting famous as a writer.

[A/N: Oh? Such formula exist? Teach me Senpai!]

Totally Not Nano: Let's debate about it. *thinking emoticon*

Parasection: The formula is write romance and you're set.

Totally Not Nano: Any genre + xxxxxxx = top 1.

[A/N: Today… I lost faith in humanity.]

Noveljunky: If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.

Moonbirth: Write a lot. Write everyday. Post a lot everyday... write about what readers want to read about.

Anjeeriku: Write a lot. be a slave. Lol


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Elyon knew that "Romance" is not his strong point. He writes a fantasy story with romance, but he can't tell if the romance will be able to attract female readers. Out of curiosity, he asked some of his fellow authors the question "Why do you read romance stories?"

Here are their answers…

Kyosei: Because I am single. 

Reili: To fill my empty void of a love life.

Minrei: Because romance let you feel what is to be loved, plus it is universal you dont need to learn magic or cultivation in order to read.

Bajj: Due to lack of romance irl.

Murakami: I read because I enjoy the friction and conflict between the FL and ML. The insistence vs resistance is naisu.

Qin: I reads romance only for ideas and info.

VlassisBehrakis: I don't read romance novels.

[A/N: Oof I asked the wrong person.]

Elyon then  ̶a̶m̶b̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ asked some readers about their opinion about romance novels.

Yin: I read romance novels because I want that kind of drama to happen to me in real life. But I know it will never happen haha.

A Certain Irresistible Meowlin: I wonder why? And I do read romance novels. Though the chance of me dropping them is also the highest out of all the genres. Every so often I come across a scene that makes me just want to squeal and fangirl. 

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Elyon decided to dig deeper and asked a few of his senior "romance authors" some questions about their reason for writing romance stories.

The first question is… Why did you choose to write Romance Stories?

Anjeeriku: I'm comfortable writing romance stories compared to other genres. I'm a helpless romantic person and I like novels that can invoke other people's feelings.

Bajj: First of all, I like reading romance story. It was the reason why I read books before and reading other genres comes after. All in all, due to these romance fiction books, I got the opportunity to read more great books with different genre.

MishaK: That's what I read, so write that too.

Zehell2218: Because as reader, I want to read romance novel so when I write, I write romance since my motto is I write what I want to read.

Ikazainudin: The easiest genre. Everyone can relate.

End_of_Era: It wasn't a full on Romance, it was slice of life with romance which I feel was necessary with progression of the characters.

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The second question… When you were making your ML and FL, did you imagine yourself as the lead of your story at any given point in time?

Anjeeriku: I would be a liar if I said no. There were instances that I'd put myself in my FL's shoes. Whenever that happens, my writing feels more passionate and truthful that sometimes it was hard to know where my fl starts and where I end. 

Shen Yi, LMD's ML was based on a person I've lost, The One That Got Away so it was sometimes hard not to self-insert whenever there were scenes that need to invoke feelings from readers. 

Bajj: I believe that every character the author was making and breathing life into it, a part of him/her is added to its character. But me imagining of being the ML/FL, never. I'm too pure for that. Kek

MishaK: Yes I did but sometimes. Otherwise you can't infuse emotions in your characters. It is important to understand your characters.

Zehell2218: Yes, I imagine myself as the lead. Of course, I tweak it a bit, such as in age and appearance. But mostly, the characteristics is similar to me.

Ikazainudin: FL and ML character based on what I want to be irl. Yup. I imagine that will be my love story.

End_of_Era: Yes, my leads had some ocassional self insertion.

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The third question… If you were to choose some other genre aside from romance, what would you pick?

Anjeeriku: Fantasy. I always look up to those authors who can write fantasy stories/novels well. I believe writing a fantasy novel is harder than writing romance. 

[A/N: Ahem! 10 points to Griffindor!]

Bajj: Horror/thriller/Action. Read GGGB godamnit! [Good Girl Gone Bad]

MishaK: I am writing a Fantasy romance aside from regular vanilla romance *smile emoticon*

Zehell2218: Fantasy, magical realism, fan fiction.

Ikazainudin: Psychological/horror and maybe children story.

End_of_Era: The new genre I'm writing is fantasy/violent .

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The fourth and final question… If you were to give a message to your beloved readers, what would it be?

Anjeeriku: I'm sorry for not being inconsistent with updates. Y'all know I love you, but a little consideration and patience as I face this rough patch in my life would be very much appreciated.

Bajj: Vote me please :* mass release comes after, deal?

[A/N: Oof!]

MishaK: Be responsible in reviewing the book you are reading. Authors love to listen from their readers. So talk to them.

Zehell2218: Beloved reader, your author here is working hard to provide your daily dose so pliz pretty pliz, read my chapter using paid SS since I don't get even a penny for free SS. 

Tips: use free SS on translation novel. The translator still get money and use paid SS on original novel so we can get a bit money to continue living *wink*

Ikazainudin: I want readers to know, that love, hope and miracles exist. Be open and value each moment of your life like the MC's did.


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Author's Thoughts

Hello Guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of WWCG. Personally, I've read a few CEO novels myself. I also read some FL stories like A Slight Smile Is Devastating (Love O2O), Hidden Marriage, Doomed to be Cannon Fodder, Transmigrator meets Reincarnator, A Mistaken Marriage Match: A Generation of Military Counselor, There Is an Angel in That Church (short story), Eight Treasures Trousseau, Grabbing Your Hand, Dragging you Away, A Mistaken Marriage Match: Record of Washed Grievances…

Ai~ there's a few more that I won't add to the list because it will create a wall of text. Well anyways, the reason why I read these stories is to get an idea on "WHY" the ladies love to read them.

Let's just say that it's a unique way to see a world in the eye of a lady (if you are a man of course). When done properly, the execution of the story can capture the hearts of anyone, even male readers. I believe that no matter what gender you are, as long as you find the story interesting then it doesn't matter whether you are a guy or a gal no?

Perhaps, when I'm not too busy to write my stories, I'll once again pick a romance novel to read. Hopefully, I will find another hidden gem that will bring unexpected surprises to anyone who are lucky enough to find them.

P.S I would like to thank my fellow authors, especially my senior romance authors who answered some of my questions regarding romance novels. 

To my senior authors, May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the Power Stones shine warm upon your face, and Spirit Stones fall soft upon your fields. (￣▽￣)ノ

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It's me again, Lemon Grenade. After creating the story Reincarnated into a Shingle Sea Urchin, I realized how fast I did things and how I didn't put much effort into the story. I've spent my time thoughtfully contemplating on how to improve myself this year before I came up with a new story.

I originally promised another story that involved aliens and game elements, but I got extremely lazy during that time and temporarily gave up. But I've been working on others in secret during my silence. This time I came up with one that's unique and something I'm willing to invest more time in compared to my first one which was a prototype.

This time I won't try to speed run things. I'll try to put effort into the storyline and plot. I'll try to personalize characters and put effort into them. Unlike the first time, I have a relatively good path that I plan on following. Yes, I said that for my first novel, but complications rose so I ended it prematurely.

But I won't start releasing chapters for a while. If I do, the pressure will bring up my habit of speed running things. Once I've completed a portion of it that I've deemed satisfactory, I'll start releasing chapters.

PLEASE READ (But please don't be offended with my passionate rant)
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I have reasons as to why I chose the main character to be a female.
The first reason is because I feel more enthusiastic when the character I'm imagining is female.

The second reason is because I'm tired of almost all the female Wuxia/Xianxia novels that I manage to find and read. It's very hard (and rare) to find a legit cultivation novel with a female protagonist that cultivates seriously.
Almost all female cultivation novels have a main male character that goes after them. It results in a lot of romance and little cultivation. The same could be said to multiple male characters going after the single female protagonist. It just results in too much comedy and romance, with little cultivation time taken seriously.

Examples would be Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss and The Demonic King Chases His Wife. Although I've read the first to 300 and the second to 500, which isn't the whole, I stopped because of the romance. Although yes, there was a period of time where they separated, but even then, cultivation wasn't really taken seriously. 
(Correct me if this changes past what I've read. I'm kinda judging, but what I've said is mostly true for what I've read so far. So you can't blame me)

The ones that I can really appreciate are Kumo Desu Ga, Nani Ka? and The Good-For-Nothing Seventh Young Lady.
The first one has almost no romance with the female character and is all about evolving to become stronger in order to survive. 
The second does have multiple males going after her, but she takes cultivation very seriously and puts in effort to cultivate. If not, she's usually doing important business stuff or figuring out problems. She's not even in love with any of the male throughout the entire story, only friendship. It's extremely slow romance as she slowly falls for a guy that only has a soul, but has a personality that I like very much.

You can find plenty of male cultivation novels, and a lot of them are famous. Almost all of them seriously focus on cultivation; pursuing the Dao with not a lot of romance. Even the ones with female leads still do cultivation seriously even if the male protagonist falls in love.

But NO! When it's a female, the cold and dark world of cultivation suddenly becomes all happy and vibrant! It's all about the male guy! Yes, I have seen darkness and coldness in female cultivation novels like the ones above, but definitely not as much as one with a male MC. It's like the whole world has to be nicer just because the MC is a girl!

For male MC's, most of them struggle to the top. They have to work their way to advance by slaughtering enemies and using them as stepping stones in pursuit of the great Dao. They always severely injure themselves while approaching the brink of death just to survive. There's always gore, evil, and darkness that the MC has to traverse through while maintaining their sanity.

But NO! It's different for a female MC! They do struggle, but definitely not as much. Enemies are slaughtered and used as stepping stones, but I've never seen a female have a Dao they want to pursue. Yes they injure themselves, but definitely not as bloody and gory. Life or death situations are way less compared to the latter. Things are seemingly brighter with a female MC.

The best part of it all is that they're buffed with their seemingly harsh past life. Almost all female MC's in cultivation novels have OP medical skills, assassin skills, and military skills from their past life. I've never seen a female MC cult. novel where she was originally born in a cultivation world and has to work her way up. I've seen several male MC novel's like that, but no female.

Yes, I know male MC's are like that too, but not a lot of them actually have the female tropes. A good portion of them are just male MC's who are in high school or college, or just an average worker. They have to learn harsh things and go through mentally insane things. On the other hand, females are granted buffs and don't start this way out when they arrive. (Correct me if there is a female cultivation novel like that)

In conclusion, the males usually have the tough life while the females can just relate to their past life to get things done. Not to mention getting help from the leading male(s) character(s).
 
You really can't sympathize with the female MC's suffering in their past life as they usually do a brief overview of what their other worldly harsh life was like (sometimes male as well). The males usually have to go through hardships throughout the novel which immerses the reader (most of the time).

Well, as a person who believes in gender equality, this is a frustrating problem for me. I just wish there'd be more novels where the female has to suffer hardships physically and mentally like the male trope does without the buffer and external help from their lover. I also just wish the female would pursue the Dao and not crazily fall in love.

I know you're all saying, "But Lemon! Those novels are to catch readers that love romance!"
I know! But do you think all males and females like romance cultivation novels? 
"But these are all romance cultivation novels!"
Where's the action filled, Dao pursuing cultivation novels with female MC's?!
Where's the female MC's that pursue a lonely road of cultivation like the male MC's?!
I bet there's tons of female and male readers wanting more action-packed, little romance female Xianxia/Wuxia novels!

To make matters worse, they make the males personality traits very annoying to other males! Only the Seventh Young Lady has satisfactory male traits including the leading male.

Yes this all sounds sexist, but hear me out. 
I know some like the romance part, but as a person who loves action-filled novels, the romance part isn't all that big for me. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy romance ones as well, but only if the MC is a male and the romance is kept in check and not exaggerated like the female ones. Very rarely will I enjoy a male lead in a female cultivation (Seventh Young Lady).

Yes, I am using past life experience for the female MC, but that's because I'm lazy. I can understand why the others use this buff of their female MC's, but apparently it's easy for the male and not for the female.
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Phew! I've let out enough of my pent-up emotions. Let's end this rant about inequality towards male and female MC's.

I will try to do as little romance as possible in this novel and keep cultivation serious. There will be a little, but I don't know if I'll include a handsome male lead or multiple male leads. It all depends on the direction of this novel.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this novel when I start releasing chapters. 
Lemon Grenade signing off... [Insert Radio Music]

After being assassinated on the front-lines by a friendly soldier, Zeng Xinyue stumbled upon a mysterious golden wheel in purgatory. The wheel spun and landed on a mysterious golden symbol which was imprinted on her soul as "Telekinesis". Then her soul vanished and reincarnated into a place known as the Five Heavens, where cultivation isn't a fantasy.

Xinyue was awakened with no parents. She was given average looks and no talent for cultivation. On top of that, the orphanage leader didn't like her and kicked her out as a newborn baby! How bad is this luck?!

Will she survive as a newborn baby in civilization fraught with dangers? Will she be abducted by the forces of evil? Will this be another female cultivation love story?
Find out in the next episode of Drago- 
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*exhales a sigh of relief*
"Close call..."

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