Six months after Iris Long woke up from coma, some bored netizens noticed something amiss while surfing online.
"Hey, is it just me or did all of Iris Long's social media accounts get wiped clean?"
"No, it's not only you. All her posts got deleted!"
"Did she get hacked?"
"Didn't she retire already ever since that car accident more than a year ago?"
"There were no official retirement announcements. There has been no news about her ever since. It's as if she disappeared from the face of the planet. There were some rumours that she's in coma. I even heard that she's dead."
"Good riddance! Who cares about that shameless bitch? She's such a fame-hungry slut. The world will be a much better place without a bitch like her."
"Hey! I like her songs!"
"You mean her trash songs?"
"I think her songs are pretty catchy."
"Catchy for a day or two, but then they get so annoying that they make you want to smash the radio for playing such braindead songs over and over again. My poor brain cells die whenever I listen to her trash songs."
"Very true. This must be the reason why Iris and her fans' IQ are so low. Her trash songs are killing too many of their brain cells. It's an epidemic! Hahaha!"
More and more netizens were talking about Iris Long. A small number of them were her genuine fans. These fans were hoping that she would return to the entertainment industry soon.
The vast majority of these netizens, however, were just there because they felt bored and wanted something to talk about. Many of them were there to gossip, make fun, and troll Iris Long.
There were also a considerable number of haters whose comments were constantly reported, censored, and even removed by the website admins due to profanity.
The speculations about Iris Long's current whereabouts continued.
"Maybe she really retired and this is just cleaning up her social media accounts after her departure."
"Then why just delete the posts? And why wait more than a year to do so? If she really retired, they should just delete all of her accounts."
"True. I wonder what's going on. Maybe she really got hacked?"
"Hacked, my ass. I don't believe it. I bet this is just one of her antics to get attention. I bet she wants to make a comeback, so she's making a big splash before she returns."
"I heard that the car accident was a hoax and the truth is that she actually got pregnant. She had to temporarily leave showbiz in order to give birth."
"What?!! Is that true?!!! Who's the father?"
"I heard she cheated with an old, married businessman."
"What a slut!"
"I heard it was a waiter at a bar she frequents."
"She's so shameless!"
"I heard she had sex with a male stripper while attending a bridal shower. They got it on right there in front of the bride and the other guests."
"Did someone film it? Where can I watch her sex scandal?"
"Disgusting!"
"Ssssh! Don't tell anyone that I said this, but I heard that the father might be Jin Chonglin. Lots of people saw Iris following Jin Chonglin around before, always appearing wherever he went. Iris seduced him and had a one-night stand. She got pregnant, but the Jin family won't acknowledge her and the baby. To cover up the scandal, the Jin family got Jin Chonglin engaged to the Fan family's heiress."
Jin Chonglin's fans were enraged.
"What the fuck?!"
"The witch must have drugged him!"
"Our poor Prince Lin Lin! That bitch is so evil! She must have raped him!"
"Stop spouting lies! Our Prince Lin Lin would never touch a dirty woman like that Iris slut!"
"@JinChonglin Please tell everyone that you never made @IrisLong pregnant!!!"
"@JinChonglin Did @IrisLong rape you?"
"@JinChonglin Please say something!"
"Prince Lin Lin already has Princess Fan Luo beside him. They're gonna marry soon. LinLuo forever!"
"We heart LinLuo!"
"Die @IrisLong! Stay away from our prince!"
"What is everyone talking about? The accident was a hoax? That's bullshit. The police got involved. There was an official police investigation released to the public. Iris Long getting in an accident more than year ago is true. This kind of thing can't be faked."
"Go away! Are you Iris Long's dog?"
"Don't forget Iris Long is a daughter of the Long family. Rich people like them have no problems bribing the police to cover up things."
"Who cares if it's real or not? Iris Long is a shameless bitch and a dirty slut! That's a fact. She makes me vomit!"
"But nobody can deny that Iris Long is pretty and sexy."
"Men! All of you are blinded by her face and body."
"Hahaha! Jin Chonglin is a man too. When faced with a pretty face and a sexy body, our little brothers down below will always be ready for action. You all know what I mean, right?"
"No way! Our Prince Lin Lin is different! He's different from all of you mortal men. Go ahead and satisfy your lust with a slut like Iris Long. Who cares? That's what she's for anyway. She and Fan Luo are on completely different levels. The difference between heaven and earth! Only someone as beautiful, educated, elegant, and classy like Fan Luo can match our Prince Lin Lin."
With more and more people joining the discussion and adding fuel to the fire, Iris Long was dragged into a scandal with the engaged couple Jin Chonglin and Fan Luo.


A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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Jing Jiu motioned for the old monk to sit down.
The old monk explained why they came here in a low voice.
The Fruit Formation Temple heard of this event, worrying the practitioners might be engaged in conflicts, even fighting in an attempt to obtain a share of the treasure, so their temple sent them here to treat the wounded and to try their best to avoid casualties when the when the feared event transpired.
Jing Jiu felt it was a typical thing for them to do, as this was the style of the Fruit Formation Temple.
If you met them the first time, you might think these monk doctors were closed-minded and in pursuit of a good reputation, sometimes even appearing hypocritical.
Yet the Fruit Formation Temple had been hypocritical for thousands of years. it was natural that they had earned the respect from the whole world, even from the Underworld.
"What about you?" the old monk asked.
"I just want to have a look. The manor cave is not real, merely a hoax," said Jing Jiu.
The old monk knew the similar events had often happened before.
At the time when some highly achieved practitioners of the older generation were about to ascend or disappear, they often constructed a fake manor cave to play a prank on those of the younger generations.
The old monk said with a confused tone, "But…this doesn’t seem to fit the personality of Immortal Jing Yang."
But…the other Immortal liked it.
Jing Jiu thought to himself.
The mountain wind came to life suddenly; the ashes of the campfire rose up with the wind, filling the air in the temple.
The practitioners all got up and came out of the temple, looking at a place on the mountaintop.
Under the night sky, the light emitted by the treasures could be only be vaguely seen, glimmering like the water, and the wind generated from there as well.
"The manor cave is going to open!"
"I have to go now!"
Some practitioners couldn’t help but try to get within seven miles of the manor cave.
With more flashes of sword light illuminating the night sky, more practitioners emerged in the surrounding areas of the cave.
Jing Jiu jumped up with the wind and landed on top of a large tree, looking silently in the distance.
That person had mused on the cliffs seven years ago, saying, "If those greedy idiots have found there is no treasure but a piece of paper in the manor cave, will it be disappointed, to the point of having a heart attack?"
Saying this, that person had laughed heartily, his laughter echoing among the cliffs.
Many years later, that laughter seemed still to echo here.
The expression in Jing Jiu’s eyes became as sharp as an actual sword.
He jumped down from the treetop, landing on the ground as quietly as a falling leaf, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
It didn’t take long for him to reappear on the cliff seven miles away.
Jing Jiu believed he hadn’t made any noise, not even disturbing the air around him. He was sure hadn’t alarmed anyone even if someone had been here.
As both of them had to start from the beginning again, Jing Jiu didn’t believe the other person could have a higher Cultivation state than his.
He was somewhat disappointed.
Nobody was on the cliff.
After a while, in the valley below the cliff, the noise grew louder and louder.
Dozens of practitioners gathered in the valley as they started arguing vehemently. The manor cave had not been completely opened yet, but these traveling practitioners and the practitioners of smaller sects couldn’t help but engaged themselves in discussions of how to share in the treasure. Yet they couldn’t come up with a plan pleasing everybody.
The young monk of the Fruit Formation Temple sensed the atmosphere was growing intense and could easily get out of hand, so he was worried and wanted to counsel them; but he had the vow of silence, couldn’t speak, appearing very anxious. The old monk had seen such event many times before, so he knew no one could handle the hot-headed crowd, instead choosing to meditate and recuperate with his eyes closed.
These practitioners would inevitably fight with each other later. If some of them died in the clash, it would be easy to deal with; but to treat those severely wounded, like with broken hands and abdomen, would take quite a bit time and energy.
The old monk abruptly opened his eyes and looked up at the night sky, sensing a familiar energy coming near. He felt his pending anxiety finally relieved as he knew the disaster could be avoided tonight.
The arguments in the valley gradually died down, as more and more practitioners sensed the energy approaching in the night sky, looking to the sky with shocked expressions.
A propitious cloud came floating over from southeast, with a majestic lotus throne visible intermittently in that cloud exuding the peaceful Zen energy.
"The Golden Body of the Young Zen Master!"
The practitioners shouted in surprise, quickly tidying their appearances and clothing and bowing toward the sky.
They were bowing in reverence as juniors.
The Young Zen Master of the Fruit Formation Temple was one of few with the highest seniority in the Cultivation world.
Looking up at the night sky, Jing Jiu smiled, thinking he should have thought this little monk would come and have a look.
The little monk was the only one who knew about their story in this world.
A voice rang out in the deep end of the propitious cloud, coming down with the wind and into the ears of the crowd.
"This manor cave is a hoax arranged by Immortal Taiping and Immortal Jing Yang. There is no real treasure here. Everybody, please leave."
The Young Zen Master’s voice was as gentle as honeydew. It was hard to tell how old he actually was from his voice, and it sounded surreal.
The practitioners on the ground obeyed his advice and scattered all over the mountain.
The crowd was willing to listen to his words because the Young Zen Master had an unparalleled prestige among the practitioners.
The monks of the Fruit Formation Temple never lied.
And everybody knew Immortal Jing Yang hadn’t had any friend. The Young Zen Master was the only person who visited Shenmo Peak and stayed there for one hundred days, practicing Cultivation; so they were closer than anybody else. The practitioners of course would rather believe what the Young Zen Master said.
The old monk and young monk stood up and bowed toward the propitious cloud in the sky.
The voice of the Young Zen Master resounded after a period of silence.
"Junior Master, don’t go northward."
The old monk changed his expression slightly, but concurred with his head lowered.
…
…
Jing Jiu didn’t look at the propitious cloud in the night sky, but at a spot at the bottom of the cliff.
An old man in black stood there, and it seemed normal when he bowed as a junior like all the other practitioners.
On the nine peaks of Green Mountain, everyone had a secret hiding inside them.
Jing Jiu hadn’t expected to see the most impossible person tonight, though he didn’t meet the most mysterious person.
The Peak Master of Xilai came here in person.
If the Young Zen Master didn’t come to make him respond, Jing Jiu wouldn’t be able to discover the Peak Master.
Why would the Peak Master of Xilai come here? Maybe he had been involved in that matter seven years ago as well, so he was worried and had to come here to make sure?!
Jing Jiu was alert right away, and wanted to hide his gazing sight, but it was too late.
The Peak Master of Xilai lifted his head and looked at him once with an indifferent expression, as if he hadn’t discovered his identity.
Jing Jiu knew the Peak Master’s Piercing Discernment had already fallen on him, and he couldn’t remove it unless he could lengthen the distance between himself and the Piercing Discernment to a certain extent.
If he left without protection, the Peak Master would be able to find him with his Piercing Discernment easily and kill him with a swing of his sword.
Jing Jiu wheeled around, without any hesitation, walking on the slope of the cliff, to the spot right below the propitious cloud.
The stars were bright tonight, and the shadow of the propitious cloud was very evident.
The propitious cloud drifted northward. Jing Jiu followed the shadow, where the mountains and rivers inside the shadow floated forward, but he didn’t ride his sword.
Either the propitious cloud was too slow or he was too fast, they were moving at the same pace the entire time.
The Peak Master of Xilai came up to the cliff’s edge and looked in that direction silently. In the end, he didn’t do anything, turning into a flash of sword light and flying back to the Green Mountain.
Jing Jiu and the propitious cloud traveled together for about one hundred miles and left Nanhezhou behind.
The propitious cloud suddenly sped up and turned into a flash of light, heading toward Zhaoge City in the distant north, with the Young Zen Master’s voice echoing in the heaven and earth.
"Little friend, I see you off right here. Goodbye."
Jing Jiu knew there were many people on the propitious cloud, so he didn’t want to go on the cloud to meet him.
The former talkative child had become someone high above him, and Jing Jiu had to rely on his protection.
Anyone in his circumstance would feel depressed, or at least uncomfortable.
He didn’t feel too bad; but as he heard the last remark, he couldn’t help but complain.
Little…friend?!


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

Harun's words were correct. As the number one inheritor of the Empyrean clan, Jiyan knew many secrets not accessible to others. So when Harun laid bare his theory, Jiyan quickly connected some dots, and had to agree with his train of thoughts. To refine strands of Heaven's Will and build their Internal Heaven, Gods didn't comprehend that many mysteries. As long as they could connect their Divine Sense to Heaven's Will, find and refine top-grade strands, reaching the Heavenly God Realm was a matter of time. Similarly, all the laws they used to build their Internal Heavens came from the strands they refined. 
Of course, those top-grade strands were often only available during Cosmic Tribulations—forcing a significant breakthrough delay on those deities not gifted enough to get all the strands they needed in one go. But even those unparalleled chosen such as the Golden Crow Ancestor and Silav, Gods with peerless foundations, seemed unable to cross the last hurdle and become Dao Emperors. At best, they could keep enhancing their strength through Cosmic Tribulations.
Without Sovereign Pupils or the Imperial Seal, none ever managed to reach that mythical realm. If there weren't issues with the Divine Path, how could Heaven's history develop in such a way? But…so what if they knew?
"Knowing is one thing, but solving, another. Even if we know that the Divine Path is a hoax, what other alternative do we have? Once we stop forging ahead, either we exhaust our lifespans or die under a Cosmic Tribulation. Some can accept that—many won't. Immortality possesses an irresistible appeal. 
Mortals yearn to become celestials, celestials yearn to become Gods, Gods yearn to become Monarchs. Power, wealth, prestige and eons to enjoy them all. How many can resist the hoax even if the truth hangs before their eyes?" Jiyan held her cheeks in her hands, facing Harun with nonchalance.
"Truth is, most don't even care about the so-called Grand Dao. Make them mighty, make them immortal, and they can take any road. As for the secrets of Heaven and Earth, either you're one of the few born to seek them, or do so out of boredom in your waning years.
Worse, the Dao is a singular path. Each takes his own. Even if you could reach the end, unless you could incorporate all Dao of this world, you would still be ignorant," Jiyan argued, and as her words rang in his mind, Harun's eyes drifted to another scenery. Blurred memories he, in his drunkenness, couldn't accurately place.
…
"Dad, what is there at the end of the cultivation road?"
"Curious? Good, there is still hope for you. But why must you look from the other side of the bridge? Why not look from the sky's perspective? If the sky is not enough, make the stars your eyes, and when they have nothing more to tell you seek...the multiverse's perspective.
Cultivation is a boundless world, not a road. To comprehend it in its fullness, you cannot follow a single path. Seek the Cosmic Law. Seek..."
…
"Harun!" Jiyan's voice broke Harun's recollection, preventing him from hearing the end of his father's words. For an instant, Harun stood there dazed. How could his father, a Daoist Realm expert, have such a profound understanding of cultivation principles? Stranger still, the longer he remained conscious, the less Harun could remember of that blurry talk. It was as if it didn't belong to this world—as if it stemmed from a dream. 
Believing he'd taken one drink too many, Harun slammed either side of his face between his hands. 
"Perhaps we're looking beyond what we should, but you said one thing right. Most people...only care for strength. The rest is all excuses. So if you can give them strength independent of the Divine Path, why wouldn't they take it?" Harun said and took another gulp of Jiyan's infinite wine jug. 
"No matter how gifted, without a cultivation method, you cannot refine the Qi of Heaven and Earth, cannot build the steps of your path, cannot cultivate. Take away a cultivator's method, and they can't make any further progress. Give them a five-star method, and they probably can't go beyond the Celestial Kin Realm. So which one takes precedence? The method or the road?" Harun rhetorically asked. 
"If it's the method, then I postulate that all methods can breed their own roads. What we now have seems bound to the Divine Path because we forged them to that end and can't think outside that box. With enough talent, comprehension and chance I believe...that anyone can create a new method, and from it evolve...a brand-new cultivation path!
Let's return to the origin, found our own methods, and from them build new bridges for the next generations! Thus, even if they cannot tread the true road, Heaven's Will will not fetter them!" Harun proclaimed, smashed the jug on the table, and after 9.6 liters of celestial booze, passed out. 
"Insane," the only sober soul left in the room, Jiyan shook her head, staring at Harun with a mixture of admiration and amusement. Although her ancestor held a similar reasoning, even he dared not think of creating cultivation paths out of new methods. Such a heaven-defying act required a mind like Harun's. 
And little did she know that while the body passed out before her, the soul gave a similar speech to the Beast Emperors, setting in motion the rise of the Heaven Rejecting Path. 
As if she came prepared, Jiyan tapped her cosmic pouch, and summoned a warm quilt to cover Harun in. 
"Who could imagine that such an adorable boy was ruining organs a few hours ago? No wonders they say that appearances can be deceptive." Jiyan leaned on the table, staring at Harun's sleeping face with a gentle smile.
"I should be thanking you. If not for you, I wouldn't be out so early. But while I can refuse to take part in the grand elders' game, I don't know how I can help you. Perhaps it'd be best if you just vanished. But something in me tells me that...if you really did, I'd feel so...lonely," Jiyan said and stood up. Leaving the wine jug behind, she headed toward the exit—but at the gate, paused and looked over her shoulder. 
"See you tomorrow, Harun." Jiyan then left Harun's pagoda and vanished in the night. Immediately, Harun's eyes opened—with no hint of drunkenness in them. 
…
Gliding across the air, arms crossed behind her back, Jiyan leisurely returned to the Divine Palace. But not a second after she reached it, her mother's voice rang hard. 
"In my palace, now," Dilnaz ordered and Jiyan obeyed—crossing the dark-blue sky to land in her mother's quarters. No one stood in her way, enabling her to promptly reach Dilnaz who sat crossed-legged on a meditation mat. Jiyan had barely stepped in that Dilnaz turned into light-blue smoke, reformed before her, and pressed her against a wall. 
"Greetings, mother," Jiyan said, unfazed by Dilnaz's sudden and brutal move. 
"Where were you?"
"Don't you know?"
"Why?"
"Curiosity."
"Curiosity? Do you think this is the time for curiosity? Don't you know who the grand elders plan to send to confront him in a week's time? Curiosity? You think that knowing where you're from, he's not on his guard with you? Curiosity? Have you learned nothing behind those bars?" Rage twisted Dilnaz's face, and she trapped Jiyan's face between her hands.
"I sent you there to experience the coldness of the world. Coldness your father's care blinded you to. We do not have the time to grieve or flounder. There is a world to seize and if we don't, we die. Have you ever heard of dethroned houses living the rest of their lives in peace? Ever heard of collapsed imperial families' wives and daughters spending the rest of their lives embroidering floral patterns under peach blossom trees? 
The Devouring Serpents still breathe not out of mercy, but because our ancestor didn't dare kill them. But who will ensure our safety? Who will deter the usurpers? If we do not reclaim the crown and cement our power, we have no future—that—is the reality—that—is what you should be focusing on—that—is why we must fight!
So shed off the childish thoughts and sharpen your sword. We're at war!"

“I admit defeat. There is no one more shameless and deceitful than Harun under the vast Heavens. He’d fool demons and gods with his innocent face, then screw them over with a triumphant gloat,” said the Devil Ancestor, first witness to Harun’s delightful misdeeds. 

Harun, Plague Overlord of the Noxious Flame World, ascends to Heaven after 150 years of cultivation. At first expecting celestial wine and phoenix meat, Harun instead faces the harsh reality of once more being the underdog. 

Soon he falls victim to a conspiracy aimed at his unique left eye, must escape the clutches of Heavenly Gods, Empyrean Monarchs and divine clans—and win the 10,000 Sects War. 

But all those mighty deities and hegemonic forces forgot to take one thing into account: they’re dealing with a cunt. A clever cunt with enough venom to drown a state. 

Follow Harun as he evades calamity, obtains a Sect Founder System, and goes on to establish history’s number one sect with the tears of his swindled foes.

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Snow and Friean went back to the dining hall and saw everyone were still there.
"Why are you all still here?" Snow asked.
"Obviously, we were waiting for the two of you to come back before we eat," Meta answered.
"You were already eating when we left, right? Why would wait for us brat?" Friean butted in.
"So the blame and the problem is all on me again?" Meta was about to leave when Roi stopped him.
"No one will leave this hall until everyone is finished eating," Roi said. 
"Not just because you are from the most powerful nation it means you can rule us too. By the way, who was the real Crowned Prince between you and Stephen?" Roi did not show any plan of answering her, "Okay, it will not matter anyway. You are the one alive so, yeah, you are now the Crowned Prince no matter what."
Ace saw that Roi was clenching his fist so he tried to interrupted, "Well, I guess it sounds that we really don't know each other yet since we were locked in our rooms when we arrived here for two weeks and it is the first time we see each other again. So I'll start,"  he stands up, "I am Ace from the Southeast. I am the General of the Army. I am not part of the Royal Family but since we have an Heiress, Ama, our King sent me instead," Ace sat down.
"The Heiress whom you love so much?" Snow laughed.
"What do you mean?' Ace asked.
"She was here before Friean saw the incident. She brought a copy of your wedding's invitation," Ace flashed an unconvinced face, "Wait until Sheldon give it to you. By the way, I am Ilona Snow. I prefer being called Snow. I am the next Empress of the Southwest."
"I am David. I am the official butler of the next Empress of the Southwest. Nice to meet all of you, Your Highnesses."
"You forgot to be lover, huh? I am Peter Roi, North's representative."
"I am Anastasia Frieda of the East. Friean, the First Princess."
"I am Rex. Friean's butler."
"More like he is the Crowned Prince,�� Friean added.
"It was not like I accepted it, Princess. I came here to look over you."
Friean stuffed her mouth with foods.
"It smells like a sibling feud huh? I like that," Meta clapped, "I am Meta Pygmy, annoying Meta for your convenience."
"I am Angelo Maverick of the West. I am the Crowned Prince there so, yeah."
"The sporty Prince. I would like to see you play!" Snow said, "How about the two of you?" Tosh and Hoax looked at each other, "You go first, Northeast."
Tosh sighed, "Tosh of Northeast. Crowned Prince."
"Hoax of Northwest, Crowned Prince."
"Does anyone from the North Hemisphere is afraid to speak? You all introduced just short as Meta's hair!" Friean noticed.
"Do we have a problem with my hair, Princess Lover?" Meta fired back.
Friean just continued eating.
"This view annoys me!" Lady Samson shouted.
Roi stand up, "Why is that so? Isn't this is the mission of your island? The unity you say?"
Lady Samson glared at him, "It is not that you were all having fun with each other. It annoys me that I am not invited to join you all," she smirked.
"We are sorry, Lady Samson. We will make sure to inform you next time," Friean smiled at her.
"That is so sweet of you, My Dear. But  I am sad to inform you that after this meal, all of you will be sent to the forest. The test will be revealed as early as you thought of it."
"Why can't you just tell us what will we have to do? Is it that hard for you to say it?" Snow asked.
"Leaders should assess the situation, not just receive anyone's. It is a test of your sense of responsibility and how will you deal with it. I will see you again after two weeks."
"Are there surveillance there or anything?" Hoax asked out of the blue.
Lady Samson faced him, "I am happy to tell you that no one or nothing will be used to watch you. Besides, I can go whenever I want to to check if everyone is doing good and if anyone needs assistance," Hoax nodded, "Sheldon will send you to the location."
Everyone was preparing their things that will be essential for the forest training. After packing their things, they all meet at the hall.
"Oh gosh! These are heavy," Snow dropped his three bags.
"What the hell are those things?" Mave asked Friean and Snow, "We will train there, we will not camp out! How will you fight for your life there if you will carry all of that stuff?" 
Friean and Snow laughed "It was not like we will be the ones to carry those things. They will," Snow and Friean pointed at Rex and David.
"Good morning, Your Highnesses," Sheldon vowed, "I am sorry to tell of you that you are only allowed bring things that can be handled inside this bag," he showed a small convertible bag, "That would be all and I will see you after ten minutes and we will leave in an instant."
"What the hell was that? In that small bag? All essentials will be placed," Snow looked at her bags, "But these are all essential to me!"
She and Friean dragged all of their bags back to their rooms.
"Tosh, Hoax, and even you Meta? Why didn't you bring anything with you?" Ace asked.
"I am surprised by Meta. Those two girls upstairs are struggling on what to bring but Meta is sitting cool here with us with nothing," Roi laughed.
"What is essential to this training is yourself and mind. Not those fancy things," Meta answered.
"Oh is that so?" Ace seems to digest what she has said.
"I have lived in the wild since I was three. All I need is myself," Tosh answered.
"Me? I can go anywhere to get the things I need. Why to bother bringing them," Hoax explained.
Friean and Snow arrived.
"I can see that all of you are here and it seem like you were all ready. Shall we?" Sheldon showed them the way, "I can feel that these young ones are not the ones Samson can easily deal with."

An island rose. Will the intention prevail, or is it the legend that will happen.

"The layout of this formation is fairly unique in the sense that it could ward off the fire energy completely. This would be the perfect place to break-through to a fire element law base. It's too bad that you couldn't proceed in that direction as of now. But the formation would still provide a great location for break-through."
"Such a grand formation is sure to give rise to the turbulent Qi conditions we were looking forward to."
"You still haven't briefed me about the requirements while connecting with a weapon or body law."
"Body laws and weapons laws are not that different from each other. The only real difference occurs in the ability you are looking forward to while you break-through. Body law, as the name suggests, is a path which helps you connect to physically attributed law. Although new compound laws are being discovered continuously, the most powerful body laws which I know of are the Divine Barbarian and Fiend law."
"There are also specific attributed laws, like the law of force, strength and speed. But the thing remains, that they wouldn't give you an all-round development like the first two laws. You also need to have proficiency in these domains to be able to realize it."
"I have practiced arts which are concentrating specifically on these attributes. I guess I should be able to connect with them."
"You might have a good affinity with each one of them, but you need to choose the combination of laws wisely. The combination which complements each other the best is what you should go with. Another fact which you need to keep in mind is to consider the path ahead of you."
"The law which you connect with dictates what sort of Emperor you will become, and the stages thereafter will also be affected."
"Could you give me a hint about what an Emperor means in the cultivation world?"
"The three intermediate stages refer to the path which you need to take before beginning your preparation to ascension. Qi King is the level where you connect upon a certain set of laws and continuously practice them until you reach an absolute saturation point. That is when you are said to have reached the peak of Qi King."
"The next step is to reform your body with the help of the laws you have connected with. The Emperor level corresponds to creating a law body. Think of it as refining your own body with the help of the laws you have practised."
'Wouldn't it be extremely difficult to refine your body with your own laws? External agents would be the best option for this." Li Meng speculated the reason the Ti Shen was able to recover so soon is because of the Qi vein.
"That is the misconception most of the Qi Kings have before they enter the Qi Emperor stage. It is not a realm which could be climbed with the help of external agents, no matter how powerful they are. Only the law which is cultivated by you can be used to refine your body. Each refinement leads to an upgrade in the base."
This might be the reason why cultivation decreases immensely as one upgrades his cultivation level.
"There is another matter which I want you to concentrate on."
"Is it a possible combination you want me to connect with?" Li Meng was hopeful that the Keeper would hint him toward a potential path.
"No. What I want to discuss with you is related to the other two methods you are practicing. You are probably the only cultivator whom I know to have followed three simultaneous cultivation systems in the Qi domain alone. For the Crimson World scripture, you are about to connect with elemental laws. But what about the other two?"
"The normal cultivation system is just a bunch of additional scriptures which I need to cultivate to cover the power of the other two. It's just a hoax and could be complemented by the elemental laws and the weapon laws which I am going to practice."
"I am insisting on the Hell-Heaven Qi you practice in." The Keeper came directly to the main point he was concerned about.
"I have no clear idea which laws would complement Hell-Heaven qi the best."
"Hell-Heaven Qi are diametrically opposite QI which have come to an absurd coexistence in your body. Both of them concentrate on strength and vitality above anything else. Hence, I suggest that the best way to appease the Hell-Heaven Qi requirement is body laws."
"Are you suggesting that I connect with Fiend and Heavenly Barbarian laws?" Those were the two most powerful body laws according to the Keeper's description.
"I suggest you practice some additional body laws along with it. A possible path to follow is blood law. Although it is generally thought of as a sinister law of the dark path, it does give you extreme control over your blood energy. You have tempered your blood to a very high level. You might be able to connect with it quite easily."
"I have also tempered my flesh and skin. Are there any laws which complement that?" Li Meng was trying to be sarcastic, but the Keeper didn't mind.
"The fiend and Heavenly barbarian could take care of those attributes. You need to think about it seriously. It is a path you need to follow to maintain proper balance in your cultivation base. But breaking through the Qi King level and connecting with the body laws is quite complicated."
"It couldn't be more complicated than the elemental laws."
"In the elemental laws, you just take the help of resources which have the same attribute as your element and try to connect with the law. The resources work both as a catalyst and a back-up energy module. In the case of body laws, resource quality changes drastically. Instead of elemental stones, you will use Blood essence, and some earthen element resources."
"Fire and earth element resources work as a booster resource which gives you the replenishing effect, but the boost is provided by the blood essence and your own flesh energy." Li Meng got nervous about hearing this factor. This was going to become a huge hurdle while connecting with the laws. He could easily remember the amount of energy required to connect with a single Heavenly law. He was drained countless times.
"You don't need to fear. We just need to modify the formation laid before and make it capable enough of transmitting blood essence as it did with Qi. The source will be the blood essence pool in the Heaven Cleaving sect's treasure. The formation would be formulated by me, just concentrate on the combination as of now."
"What attributed law should I go for according to you?"
"Rather than an attributed connection, I would suggest that you connect with both the body laws I suggested initially." The Keeper wanted Li Meng to connect with both the fiend and Heavenly Barbarian law.
"But that would be impossible. The essence of energy within the body is way less than the QI reserves. I managed to connect with three Heavenly laws because of my huge Qi reserves, but Avatars couldn't share essence energy during break-through. I also don't believe that two-body laws would be all that necessary for me."
"The two laws are way different from each other. Fiend law corresponds to Hell QI, while Heavenly Barbarian law, as the name suggests, is a law which corresponds to refining your body with Heavenly energy. If you choose either one of them, you are going to create an incredible imbalance within your system. It is exactly like the fact that you need to complete the whole element set."
"A single difference between the magnitude of the two energy sources would give rise to devastating results."
"The incomplete element set isn't showing any disfunction as of now."
"It is because you compensated somewhat by connecting with earthen element laws. Even that set would show a huge misgiving shortly. You need to complete the set by connecting with the other two elemental laws." Li Meng nodded in agreement. He needed to think about ways to connect with both of them at the same time now.
"Couldn't I just connect with one of them at the moment, and connect with the other sometime later?"
"Some balances would be instantly disfigured and reactive if you don't take care of either side. This cave might be the best opportunity for trying to connect with the weapon and body laws. If we can find an ancient cultivation retreat of someone quite powerful, you could begin to use this as the perfect retreat for future breakthroughs."
"I guess we need to find the leader of this stronghold soon enough. Not only do multiple Qi veins remain hanging by his news, so does my future break-throughs."
Li Meng finally reached the very end of the entrance tunnel, which led to a fairly small common hall. He hid in a secluded corner and began to examine the surroundings. The cave didn't seem to have any trigger formation, so he was fairly certain that his location had not been compromised. It's finally time to find the leader of the group.


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The baby was heavy on Hitomi's chest and its cries were absolutely ear piercing being so close up. But that auditory pain was a good thing, she realized, since it meant the baby was still alive.
It felt like her ribs were on fire.
She tried to rock herself up into a sitting position but it hurt too damn much.
Hitomi turned her head to the left, seeing the legs of the crazy lady that had just thrown the poor  baby down onto her - oh, OH! Right! She had somehow caught the baby!
She didn't even remember moving. It was all so fast.
"ARRRRRGH-hurkk!!"
The sharp snap of electricity and an oscillating buzzing sound erupted into life above her and the madwoman collapsed a foot or two from her.
Finally! The officer had shot that fat bitch with a taser! Take that!
"N-naa..." the deranged woman moaned pitifully, dropping down to the ground in a heap.
The lady was on her belly, dress torn, and her face lifted up as her body convulsed in waves. A clawing hand reached towards Hitomi - no! Towards the baby she was holding!
"No... have to...." she gained sudden strength, throwing off the shock of the taser. "I HAVE TO!"
The woman crawled forward as Hitomi tried to scramble backwards awkwardly.
Zap-za-zappp!
The taser fired another pulse of electricity, but the crazed woman was still coming for her - a hand caught her ankle.
Hitomi screamed: "H-help!!!"
Someone grabbed the baby off her chest. Oh thank goodness, it was the young lady from before - she felt a hard and firm jerk on her shoulders and then two hands lifted her by her armpits. It was the nice girl's boyfriend trying to pull her away to safety.
The officer was shouting commands that the would-be baby killer was completely ignoring.
"STOP! Stay down!"
Hitomi's ankle was still caught, a fingernail raked into her flesh, tearing at her. "HELP! HELP!"
"I SAID STOP! LET GO OF THE GIRL!"
Oh no, no no nonono, Hitomi was being pulled towards the lady - it was like she was a zombie, a living zombie who just wanted to hurt her. Zombies weren't real right? She just had that crazy adrenaline strength that people get when they're insane or on bad drugs, right?
Right!?
"Y-you!" the lady accused Hitomi. "It's all... YOUR FAULT! I'LL KILL YOU"
What?! Why was this happening!?
"LET GO OR I SHOOT!" The sharp click of the plastic encased taser bouncing off the ground registered in Hitomi's mind as she looked up. The officer had dropped the non-lethal weapon and was reaching for his hopefully VERY lethal pistol.
The guy pulling her back realized the heavyset woman holding on to Hitomi's ankle was just too much for him, so he suddenly kicked his foot forwards and caught the woman in the jaw.
"Ar-ARGH!!!" the woman screamed unintelligibly, but her grip was like iron and she pulled Hitomi closer to her. The man kept trying to kick the woman without letting go of Hitomi.
"GET BACK!"
BOOM.
The grip on her legs relaxed and Hitomi finally pulled free, being helped up by the same young man who had helped her break into the car earlier. Her ears were ringing - it was hard to hear what he was saying to her.
The officer had shot the crazy woman from above, right in the center of her back! A plume of blood blossomed on the light floral dress, spreading more quickly than Hitomi would have expected. She had never seen someone be shot in real life before.
It was nothing like the movies.
She felt sick.
"...are.. OK... hey... Hey!" The ringing in her ears subsided slightly and the young man got her to her feet. She bent over a bit, clutching her chest, and he tried to gently guide her away. His girlfriend rushed up with the baby, who was still crying but at least more quietly now.
"STOP!" they heard behind them, and she turned to look.
The deranged woman was still alive!
She had played dead until the officer had come to check her pulse and then used her weight to overpower him. She was trying to wrestle with him, they were struggling with the grip of his pistol - the one guy who had been kicking her moved to help, but - 
CRACK!
Another shot rang out, this time from the ground. The officer had jumped back on his haunches aiming his gun directly into the woman's face. They couldn't see the carnage, but the corpse immediately lost all strength and drooped to the ground.
"Oh shit, don't look honey," the man said to his girlfriend. "Jesus H. Christ. What the hell kinda bath salts was she on!?"
His girlfriend rocked the baby, trying to hush it. In the background another police vehicle had pulled up right onto the curb and two officers were rushing over to the one still on the ground, who was panting and staring at his discharged weapon, hands still shaking.
"T-thank you," Hitomi said to her rescuers, "I'm Hitomi. Thank you!"
"No! Thank *YOU*" the man's girlfriend said, "You saved that baby twice! I'm Hailey, this is Josh. How did you *DO* that?"
"Yeah, holy shit, that was amazing. One second you were standing there and the next you had caught this kid and you were on the ground."
Hitomi blushed, hard. "I-I just don't know. That's what it felt like to me too. I just... I imagined what would happen to him," she was looking at the baby in Hailey's arms, "It was just too terrible! I thought I could trust her!"
An ambulance pulled up and EMS workers came out, first running over to the body of the driver on the sidewalk, double-checking her condition, before making their ways towards them.
Hailey had already turned and started walking towards them, holding the baby out to the qualified medical personnel.
"Hey! Over here!" She was gesturing. "This baby was in the car crash and some crazy bitch just tried to throw it on the ground, it's hurt! We need help!"
Josh and Hitomi just watched as they brought Hailey over to the back of the ambulance and took the baby from her, placing it on a cushioned bench and beginning to check it over. Another medical worker walked Hailey back to the group, at the same time one of the extra officers who had arrived on the scene came over.
"Hi," the EMS worker said in a clipped tone, "We can't be certain until we get X-rays, but the kid probably has some broken bones. Head contusions as well. Do you have contact information for the next of kin - " He waved his arm towards the driver's body that was still on the ground.
"No," Hailey spoke for the group, "We just saw the crash, and Heetomi got the baby out of the car."
"Alright, I'll talk with the officers. Look, shit's going down all across the city, we would normally take statements but this is our second priority call in the last 15 minutes. They're making us triage incidents already. We can take the baby, but..." He waved at the deceased driver. "The city will have to send another crew for the bodies. The word is that the morgue is already going to be overwhelmed."
"Seriously?!" Josh questioned.
"Is it because of what the Voice said?" Hailey started to ask, but was interrupted by the ambulance crew who were yelling.
"HEY! COME ON!"
"Sorry, no time. Uh. Get somewhere safe and hole up. Good luck!" He jogged briskly away, closing up the back doors of the ambulance and hopped in the side door. It began pulling away.
Hitomi hoped the baby would make it.
The officer's radios burst to life nearby and everyone could hear something being said rapidly but couldn't make it out. The officers looked surprised, then all looked up in the sky to the south-east.
The trio of baby-rescuers followed the gaze of the police officers and then they heard a low whine in the sky. There was a plane flying low across the city, lower than it should. It was tilted at a banking angle, but it wasn't turning.
Josh's mouth opened in shock.
Hailey's hands went over her own mouth, and she said, "Oh no, no no no, no..."
The plane was too low. Washington D.C. didn't have any skyscrapers. The tallest building was 600 or 700 feet. The plane was below some of the rooftops already and then... it was gone.
An enormous plume of fire erupted upwards from the southern end of the city, well short of where Reagan Airport was.
You couldn't stop watching. Even the officers just stared in shock at the carnage.
Nobody was talking or screaming anymore. They were all just staring at the distant, billowing cloud of thick, black smoke. It roiled and tumbled into the atmosphere.
"It's only been 15 minutes," Josh said in horror, "Fucking loonies took 15 minutes and... FUCK!" He couldn't finish his thought, full of disgust and horror at the unfolding situation.
Hailey hugged onto his side, reassuringly, and they turned towards her: "We need to get out of here. Do you need help?"
Hitomi wanted to hug them both. "Y-yes! Yes please! My English is not so good and I don't know how to get to the embassy from here!"
"OH! The embassy!" Hitomi continued, not letting them talk, "My phone! Where is my - "
She looked around wildly for a moment before spotting her phone a few feet away. Oh thank god. The screen was fine - it wasn't shattered when she had dropped it earlier. Suddenly she was glad she had paid for that pink protector case even though it had made the phone way too bulky.
"I can call the embassy!" She explained.
"Well, that's good," said Hailey. "Go on and try, we can wait." She looked at Josh expectantly.
Hitomi flicked through her contact list and hit Favorites, finding the Embassy's emergency number and thumbing the call button.
*Doooooooooooooooo*
Argh! The busy signal again?
"Here let me try, what's the number?" Hailey offered, and then tried to dial what she saw on Hitomi's screen.
*Doooooooooooooooo*
"I think the lines are down. This is like 9/11 all over again," Josh commented, looking around, trying to get a feel for the situation.
"We could walk?" Hailey offered, pointing north, "The embassy district is north. Heetomi, do you know in general where yours might be?"
Josh was already trying to pull up Google, but realized the internet service had been interrupted as well. "Internet's down. Actually, yeah, the embassies are all that way. Mostly."
"Uhm, I know this is weird to ask, I know you're Asian and I'm not trying to be, um, racist," Hailey started, trying to ask delicately.
"I'm Japanese." Hitomi said.
"Oh, hey, awesome!" Josh said. Hailey gave him a weird look. "I mean, I know where Japan's embassy is. It's like, literally just across Rock Creek. It'd take like a half hour to walk there, tops."
Hailey nodded, "Oh, yeah, I think I know what you're talking about, the big one across from the park?"
"Oh thank goodness, I'm so glad." Hitomi offered in her most thankful English. "But is it OK? I mean, you both are taking this... whole... thing? This whole thing really well."
Josh looked around as the police cars pulling away, no doubt on their way to the plane crash or another crisis. He pointed vaguely towards the direction where the embassy probably was.
"I hear a mysterious voice saying a bunch of mumbo-jumbo about souls and stuff and everyone goes batshit crazy? Yeah. Fuck that shit." He said coarsely. 
They had started walking.
Hailey laughed nervously, "And it could be a big hoax, you know? Some super high-tech hoax."
Hitomi shook her head, "I don't know. I was watching it on TV."
"You were!?" Josh asked.
"We only heard it out loud, we thought there were megaphones somewhere at first," Hailey explained.
Oh, they hadn't seen what had happened. But the Voice must've been heard by everyone, everywhere, Hitomi realized.
"No, no. It was in my head in Japanese too. Other people heard it in English," she said, "And then It killed the President."
"W-wha? Are you serious?" Josh asked.
"It?" Hailey asked at the same time.
Hitomi tried to gesture in front of her, explaining with her hands, "I was watching TV, and it was a speech, by the President. A U.N. speech." Josh let out a grunt, not a fan of boring politics. "Then there was this bright light! And, I don't know, it said It was a Messenger from God, or something like that. I'm sorry my English is not good enough to explain. But it stabbed the President with a big sword!"
"Holy shit," was all Hailey could say.
"Wait, *our* President?" asked Josh.
"Yeah. I mean, the American President. Yes."
Hailey gasped and nearly stumbled on a paver's edge, "Wow, Jesus, I didn't like the gu... well, I mean, geez."
"And it was an actual angel?" Josh tried to confirm.
Hitomi shook her head, "I don't know! I barely know anything about angels except for cartoons. But it wasn't a hal, halli, um,"
"Hallucination?" offered Hailey.
"Right! It was not. I mean, he died. And then the bullets did nothing to it."
"Figures they'd try to shoot an angel," said Hailey.
Josh snorted. "What were they supposed to do? The thing went and murdered a President on live TV?"
"So... we missed the rapture?" Hailey asked, wonderingly.
"Rap-ture? What is a 'rapture?" Hitomi wanted to know.
"Uhm, it's when it's the end of the world and God takes all the faithful people up to Heaven, and leaves the rest of us here."
Hitomi was uncertain. "Um, I don't think *anyone* went to Heaven."
"Think it's aliens, then?" Hailey asked them.
"Or Wizards, like from Harry Potter," said Josh, looking around.
Hitomi had never considered that anything supernatural could ever really be real. Sure, she knew some great ghost stories from her childhood. Japan had awesomely weird folktale monsters and eldritch creatures woven through its culture, but could magic be real?
She loved Harry Potter books, and sure, but she didn't think a wizard, or even a group of wizards, could pull off what had just happened - did everyone hear the voice across the whole world? She stowed the question for later.
"I am so impressed by how calm you two are. I have never been so frightened!" Hitomi exclaimed.
Josh laughed. "Well, there's an old American saying: you either get busy living, or you get busy dying," he said, sagely.
Hailey punched him in the shoulder and sighed, turning her head apologetically to Hitomi and said, "He likes to quote movies, it's his 'thing'." She punctuated the end of the sentence by making air-quotes with her fingers.
"Hey! Shawshank Redemption is awesome. "
It was nice to hear a casual, call it playful even, conversation, after everything Hitomi had just been through.
She laughed. Oh, it felt so good to laugh! Ow! Damn. It hurt her ribcage to laugh.
The situation may be absurd, but as she felt her satchel bouncing on her thigh she realized her laptop had survived somehow at least. That was a bonus. Her precious YouTube was safe. Well, once the internet came back up, she guessed.
"So, hey, Heetomi?"
Why could no one say her name right?
But she was too shy to correct the helpful and kind white girl walking next to her.
"Yes?" she asked.
"So... um, about what happened back there."
Josh quickly jumped in, "Yeah, speaking of magic, how did you do that teleportation trick when you saved the baby?"
Hitomi stopped in shock.
"Whhaaaaa?"
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Translators Notes
1. The chapter title is a gunshot sound onomatopoeia. The author says it's as close as he could make it to the "Pop chick-a pop" from the musical Hamilton, so we used that.
2. The crazy lady is not a literal zombie. The author refers to her acting like she is on drugs, like the famous "Miami Cannibal".
3. Josh's "thing" is quoting movies for any given situation.
4. Hitomi's "thing" is an actual superpower, more explained later.

Hitomi, a 17 year old exchange student, had just killed a mugger in a dark alley with a rusty steel pipe.

She was a beautiful nerd with zero martial arts skills, but the power of "Absolute Personal Defense" would do anything to keep her alive - even if it tore her untrained body apart. Now she was trapped in Washington D.C. as western society begins to completely collapse. It's the end of the modern world, but not from a nuclear bomb, biological attack, alien invasion, or even zombies. It had just taken a few words spoken by an angel.

An angel that had also killed the President of the United States on live television! Hitomi's first priority is to escape and survive, but her journey will take her across a post-apocalyptic Earth as she trains her body, becomes a soldier, a leader, and ultimately a master of the martial arts. It's a journey of seeking truth: was God's judgment real or an elaborate hoax? Why is she the only one with a special power? And why can't she die?

Dawn arrived at the world the sun dyeing the sky crimson with a mixture of orange. The sunset by the lake is a sight to behold making the people who saw this scene sigh in awe.

But this picture is shattered by the miserable cries of agony inside the woods. Terrifying explosions, whistles of arrows, the clash of metals can be heard inside the forest that the people of this world call 'Evergreen Forest'

Inside the forest lived beings with animal characteristics similar to birds they call themselves 'Avian Tribe'

The once peaceful and striving tribe was currently being burned down by the people covered in full metal armor. The once beautiful place now burning down into ashes

The winged people flying everywhere being shot back down by the flying arrows

"Ack!"

"Ah!"

"Avi! Where are you Avi?!"

In the midst of shouts, howls and cries of pain there is a distinct voice shouting looking for someone

"Avi?! Oh no!"

As if she saw what she is looking for she immediately exclaimed and run towards a guy lying in the ground motionless.

The guy she was calling out is laying down motionless, pale with an arrow stuck on his right arm blood trickling down from the wound from the shot

"Avi! Wake up! Don't give up on me!"

'What the hell? Why is it so noisy? Can't they see I'm resting?!'

As if answering the call of the woman, the guy slowly opened his eyes, it seems that his eyesight is a little blurry that is why he immediately squinted his eyes

'Oh my... so now I'm in heaven? Is she an Angel?'

"Thank The God of War! Avi! Son can you hear me? Hold your breath ok? I will take care of your arms!"

After saying that the most miserable cry that you can hear on that day could be heard from the guy. The guy howled in pain after the arrow that is shot in his shoulders was pulled out

"M*therf*cking sc*m what the heck are you doing?!"

The woman was literally stunned by the barrage of swearing he received from his son but it was just momentarily for another explosion took place near them

This time the howling guy is the one who froze on the spot

'Oh my God! Is it the end of the world?! Wait this is heaven, why is heaven on Fire?!'

"Avi what are you doing?! Come on! We need to evacuate!"

Hale who was fighting with his inner self was brought back by the powerful tug of the woman calling him Avi

'What the f*ck who is Avi? Woah are those wings real?!'

He saw the woman in-front of him and the wings at her back and that is what he thought.

They start to run towards the forest but it feels like the time they were running are the slowest time they had on their life

"Avi hurry up!"

For the first time in his life he saw what despair and destruction really means. The thatched houses within his sight are burning. He can hear the cries and pleas of winged children asking for help or looking for their parents

The place is literally in chaos

'This isn't heaven i swear! Perhaps this is Another world?!'

And after thinking of that thought his vision began to blurry, he become light headed making him tumble and roll on the ground, cold sweat trickling down his forehead

'Aw, sh-t! I'm losing too much blood!'

The woman in-front of him stopped by the sight of hale falling down

"Avi! What happened?! Tell me what are you feeling?"

Anxiety and care can be seen in the eyes of the woman. Hale just shook his head and waved towards the woman while trying to stand up. He failed to stand but the woman supported him back up again. Now her eyes are full of worry

"God of War, on above! Is this it? Are we really all going to die? My husband is lying down on the forest barely alive and my eldest son trying to fight for our lives at the front. Oh please God of War on high! Help us escape this predicament"

While assisting Hale on walking the woman prayed towards their mighty God of War. The muddle headed Hale heard her prayer and as if a blessing from the God of War Hale remembered the prostrating Lion Old man from before waking up on this world

Right! The Lion old man told him something before waking up in this world

'The shrine! I must go to the Shrine!'

Without further ado he immediately told the woman beside him where he wants to go

"Bring me to the Shrine hurry!"

Flabbergasted by what she heard she immediately rebuked his son

"No! Your father told us to Hide in the forest! We must follow his plans!"

'Ayyoo! This woman! This is the only way to save this village of yours!'

"Please! I need to be at the Shrine!..."

The woman start to boil in anger! Why is it that her second son always opposes the plans that is set up for his own good and safety, this isn't the time to play around like you used to!

"Please Mother, before it is too late!"

The woman look into her sons eyes and saw his resolute expression. Emotions filling up her heart. She observed her son and look at him like she never knew that her son can make that kind of expression

It makes her trust this side of his son

"Ok"

She compromised and make a detour. Hale became anxious about whatever is happening right now his heart was welled up with an unexplainable feeling.

This is his first time to call someone mother and it is someone he never knew but looking back at what this woman did for her

It shakes his heart with feelings of gratitude and filial piety for the woman

The explosions created by an unknown element rang out on the sides of the village and the shout and cries intensified when they reached the central section of the village wherein the shrine is placed

"where almost there!"

Ten steps away from the entrance of the shrine when the pair of mother and son heard somebody yelled a warning

"Watch out!"

The woman is the first one to look at their back and immediately saw an incoming arrow aimed towards the back of his son

"ah!"



"Ma!"

Hale who was alerted by the yell earlier is a step slower than his mother who blocked the arrow using her wings. But unlike an ordinary arrow after it hit the woman was bolts of lightning from the arrow strangled the woman making her shriek in pain

"Go Avi!"

In the middle of her shrieks she manage to shout. The shocked Hale look at the woman dumbfounded because of what she had done

'I'm the one who was supposed to be shot, why did you block it...'

"Haha! Ow... this one's pretty"

Hale look at the guy who just suddenly appeared twenty meters away from them. The guy wears a complete set of leather gear holding a bow. He is looking towards the shrieking woman with lustful eyes

"Alright boys! Buckle her up! We will have fun tonight!"

And after hearing the guy's command ten men in complete set of metal armor appeared and walked towards the Hale's mother

"Mother hurry we hav—ack!"

Hale with his muddled thoughts tried to hold up his mother to stand up but immediately electrified after touching her arms

He heard the mocking laughter of the humans  knights who shot his mother down

"Avi Go! Save yourself!"


"Mother No!"

But his mother pushed him away. Feeling the sting from the push Hale became depressed and in his mind barely hanging from madness

'Why?! Everyone I loved was always taken away from me! Why?!'

"God of War, mighty on high, please save us!"

In the moment of desperation the woman again prayed in between of her breath. After hearing it Hale's mind cleared up.

'Mother just wait for me!'

Hale stand up and without turning back to look at the woman he immediately run towards the shrine. The woman let out a sad smile

'At least even in the doors of death i can say that I'm a parent through and through'

"Oh? HAHAHAHA What a Coward! Boss let me handle that guy!"

Without waiting for his superiors command he followed Hale towards the shrine. The guy whom called Boss didn't even glanced at the disrespectful subordinate and continued to look lustful at Hale's Mother

"Oh look at your face"

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After staggeringly walking entering the Shrine. Hale immediately knelt down because of excessive blood loss, he didn't know if he even caught tetanus

'I'm Inside, now what?'

Hale didn't know what to do in this situation now that he was here. It is also too late to go back to the forest he was tailed by a knight and Hale coming from a peaceful era don't know how to fight!

"There you are little birdie! Now what? Saying your prayers to your hoax God?"

Hearing that voice Hale instantly felt scared. Now he was cornered he is going to die!

'Wait prayer? That's it! Prayer!'





Kieron, a seemingly ordinary high schooler, died after being smashed to pulp by an unmaintained billboard on his walk way home.

But moments later, he suddenly regained consciousness!

Kieron found himself in a body not his own but has the same name as his. The world he reincarnated with is a world of magic and swords! Kieron reincarnated! He reincarnated to a world he longed for when he was alive! He has a second chance at life!


"No more school! No more homeworks! With magic I'll live my life to the fullest this time!"


But contrary to his expectations, his dream life was smashed broken by this world's reality


"Wait! Wait! I didn't sign up for this! Give me back my past life you F*ckers!"





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Disclaimer : English is not my primary language, so to speak, Please bear with me with the typos and wrong grammar, kindly comment to it if there is something needed to be changed. I will also use some of the words from my mother tongue, the meaning of those words will be posted at the Author's Note per chapter, so read at your own risk

CURRENTLY ON HIATUS

Some mother's say that the process to decide the perfect, fitting name for their child is more painful than childbirth itself, while some father's decide on a whim, after something they like or just plainly adding junior.
Edmund decided not to comment on the process of agreement for the name, knowing it was just hours upon hours of headaches, compromising, and baby name generators. Edmund very well was leaning in on the latter for help, being as indecisive as he was. One couldn't count with all their fingers and toes how many hours he wasted in middle school and his finals choosing between the options a) or c) in those multiple choice exams to those questions he didn't know the answer to. In the end, his choice would always be incorrect, so everything didn't matter in the first place.
So when the system prompted him for his daughter's name, for god's sake, he was having a mental breakdown. Just this once in his life between all the possible options of cute names he did not want to f*ck up.
"Anna, Anne... Andie? What about Abigail?
"No no no, what am I? From the 90s?"
"Abby, Anita, Anisa, Annabeth...? Elizabeth? Just Liz? Ahh, I don't know! Ivy... Daisy..."
[The system has a database for every existing name in the world, sorted alphabetically from A to Z. If host would like, the system can compute and derive the best-suiting name for your daughter.]
It seemed something worth considering and probably the best alternative but Edmund decided against it. He shook his head. He knew very well would happen when computers and alien-nanotechnology generate baby names. Robo Musk, nearing a year ago, named his newborn son X-AE A-Xii, which was a mouthful to pronounce. Edmund did not want to feel like a mad scientist every time he called for his daughter.
"A-bby-riel. Abriel. Let's go with that. It has a nice ring to it, Abriel."
[...]
[Chosen name: Abriel]
[System Integrating... Synthesizing... 7%... 27%... 90%... Process Complete.]
[Congratulations, host! The system is bound.]
"W-wait! I have so many questions about--"
When Edmund opened his eyes, he found himself back in reality. The voice in his head disappeared, as well as the weird white light. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary--his daughter, well, Abriel now, still laid in the cradle with two hands on her stomach. Her eyes darted on and across the room to the pile of clothes and the shredded pages from textbooks.
Noon was nearing, and the morning rays of light now shone brighter and warmer around the room. Edmund quickly scrambled to open the windows, seeing the flies and the weird odour the mess in his room emitted. The growing humidity and temperature did not help. Edmund himself couldn't stand the smell; he didn't know how he spent the last nine months indoors here. If he couldn't, how could Abriel?
Again, the familiar 'ding' rang in his mind followed by the same monotonous voice.
[Issuing Main Task - 5 parts]
[An clean, quiet and minimal environment is ideal for a baby's development, as well as a great start for self-improvement. A change in environment is a change of pace in life. Supplies will be provided and taken away at the end of task, underneath the kitchen sink. Duration of task: 1 week]
[Air out the room] (0/1)                                                                                                                 
[Wipe down and dust windows, furniture and other surface] (0/1)                                                 
[Clean and disinfect if needed] (0/1)                                                                                                 
[Empty out all trash except valuables] (0/1)                                                                                     
[Maintain new neat and tidiness for a week]  (0/7 days)
[Rewards: Beginner Perfect Father Starter-pack x2, 10xp]
Edmund didn't need the system's prompt to know that this type of environment was bad for Abriel's development. He was already collecting the instant noodles cups and his dirty laundry and washing the green, grimy poison in the sink as the system spoke. Before the incident, those were the only chores he would do. Imagine his surprise when he pulled open the cupboard under the kitchen sink to find a bunch of shiny, cleaning supplies.
The bottles were polished and with nothing but labels that read either some sort of cleaning agent or some sort of cleaning polish. Alongside was a small handheld vacuum (again, it wasn't branded, only labelled), mops, cloths, and lots of garbage bags.
"The system has got to be most intricate, revolutionary hoax of a prank yet, or I'm going absolutely crazy, orrrrr this is legit and real," he muttered, smelling the refreshing, spring-green fragrance from one of the bottles.
Edmund couldn't decide, but he didn't hesitate to start cleaning. It didn't matter if the system was real or it could provide rewards or not.
Time went by fast, contrary to Edmund's expectations. Chores for him have always been arduous, especially when he lived alone and not with dorm-mates, so the reliability of the supplies handed by the systems shocked him. If he were to introduce the cloths that caught all of the dust or the cleaners that removed the grease and grime completely to housewives or some professional cleaning companies, he guaranteed it would conquer the market. Edmund couldn't doubt the system's existence no more.
Once Edmund got the ball rolling, he couldn't stop. Except when he noticed that Abriel was the quietest baby he'd ever heard of. He was an hour in and almost halfway done cleaning when he noticed her blue eyes staring at him with rapt attention. When he got close to her cradle on the table, she call out a "Goo!" and put out her hands, as if she demanded an handshake or something.
The sight was too much for Edmund, so every time he was near her he'd had to drop everything, grab some paper towels and dry his hands before letting her fingers wrap around his time and giggle unconsciously along with her. Other times, Edmund noticed that whenever he raised his arms to wipe the sweat off, she would mimic the same action. It made for what was a terrible but at the same time a terribly cute salute.
Just like that, Edmund contently spent the next two hours cleaning and playing with Abriel at times.
The one-roomed apartment was squeaky clean when Edmund stood up, rubbing the back of his back. He'd finally finished. The difference from the earlier was like heaven and earth; day to night. Everything was shiny and a pristine white, organized neatly. Entire shelves were cleared.  The odour had disappeared completely, and the air gave a refreshing, new breath of life. Edmund collapsed into his seat. He didn't want his bum to remove the polish on the wooden chair, but he was too tired to care anymore.
"It's so much better now, isn't it, Abriel?" Edmund asked, playing hooky with her again.
"Goo!"
"Yeah, you're so smart. You can understand me already," Edmund muttered with a hint of sarcasm, but the wide smile that hung on his lips couldn't be ignored. Especially when Abriel burped loud and clear in response.
"Hungry, eh?" Edmund asked. Abriel's fine, delicate and supple baby skin on her stomach was strangely inviting. Her complexion seemed to glow even brighter and healthier after the cleaning, and that made a sense of pride and relief wash over him.
Edmund continued staring at her skin, and eventually, the desire to rub her belly took over. He poked at her once. Then twice. Then it was a long press, and before he knew it, he was twisting and rolling his finger and hands and patting, gently, of course. He made sure of it.
"Abriel, you're truly too warm..."
The feeling was too addicting—all her baby fat seemed to suck his finger in deeper and deeper in squishy, sponge-like heaven. Edmund had to pull back and take deep breaths to steady himself.
"I'm going to lose it," Edmund whispered into her blue eyes.
It took everything to resist—gnashing his teeth together, clenching his toes—but it didn't matter. He couldn't resist her innocent, blank baby face that was just way too cute. Edmund grunted, a strange light filling his eyes, and leaned over her. Two hands attacked her stomach this time.
His ticklish touch turned her giggles in shy squirms. "Ba! Ba!" Abriel cried out, shutting her eyes.
Edmund pulled his hands back instantly as tears bubbled in Abriel's eyes. Before he even knew it, a loud wailing rang in his ears as she bawled. His mind froze in place. Like a robot, he stood stiff—trying to compute what the hell he should do to coax his baby daughter.

18-year old star student and rising acting prodigy Edmund's life flipped onto a knife's edge in just nine months time—his name synonymous with the words "homeless" and "criminal" when unforeseen circumstances out of the blue brought him closer to his beautiful but mysterious class monitor and a... newborn baby daughter?

Now granted with a supernatural system with big claims to mold him into the "perfect father," Edmund must navigate another world—this time, of sleepless nights and stinky diapers. One challenge after another, Edmund must tackle the struggles of a teenage parent, his dreams, and building a family. Experience Edmund's journey to the top of the entertainment industry and his discovery of the true meaning of parenting!

`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the porridge is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
`Businessman?' she said as she finished reading the mail. She looked pretty
shaken up too.
And it is from Ahmedabad,' I said, 'that is all we know.' `You sure this is
real?' she said, a quiver in her voice. `This is not spam,' I said. `It is addressed to
me.'
My wife pulled a stool to sit down. I guess we really did need write extra
chairs.
`Think,' she said. `We've got to let someone know. His parents maybe.'
`How? I don't know where the hell it came from,' I said. And who do we
know in Ahmedabad?'
`We met in Ahmedabad, remember?' Anusha said. A pointless statement, I
thought. Yes, we'd been classmates at IIM-A years ago. 'So?'
`Call the institute. Prof Basant or someone,' she sniffed and left the room.
'Oh no, the daal is burning.'
There are advantages in having a wife smarter than you. I could never be a
detective.
I searched the institute numbers on the Internet and called. An operator
connected me to Prof Basant's residence. I checked the time, 10.00 a.m. in Singapore,
7.30 a.m. in India. It is a bad idea to mess with a prof early in the morning.
`Hello?' a sleepy voice answered. Had to be the prof.
`Prof Basant, Hi. This is Chetan Bhagat calling. Your old student, remember?'
`Who?' he said with a clear lack of curiosity in his voice. Bad start.
I told him about the course he took for us, and how we had voted him the
friendliest professor in the campus. Flattery didn't help much either.
'Oh that Chetan Bhagat,' he said, like he knew a million of them. You are a
writer now, no?'
'Yes sir,' I said, 'that one.'
'So why are you writing books?'
'Tough question, sir,' I stalled.
'Ok, a simple one. Why are you calling me so early on a Saturday?'
I told him why and forwarded the email to him.
'No name, eh?' he said as he read the mail.
'He could be in a hospital somewhere in Ahmedabad. He would have just
checked in. Maybe he is dead. Or maybe he is at home and this was a hoax,' I said.
I was blabbering. I wanted help – for the boy and me. The prof had asked a
good question. Why the hell did I write books – to get into this?
'We can check hospitals,' Prof said. 'I can ask a few students. But a name
surely helps. Hey wait, this boy has a Gmail account, maybe he is on Orkut as
well.'
'Or-what?' Life is tough when you are always talking to people smarter than
you. 
'You are so out of touch, Chetan. Orkut is a networking site. Gmail users
sign up there. If he is a member and we are lucky, we can check his profile.'

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