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"Don't underestimate anyone around you.
Everyone has the power to surprise anyone at any time."
-Unknown

Present Day- 11 minutes before Present Time:

"...Are you the reason that she actually managed to do it?"

From his corner of the arena, 'Allen' stared at Todoroki with faux confusion. If he was going to waste precious combat time on talking, he wasn't one to disagree. Let it be said that he appreciated proper stalling techniques, as long as the enemy wasn't getting anything out of it, that is. Even now, Todoroki's brain was moving slower and slower as it raced towards a standstill. It would be impossible to make his neutrons cease all activity, (unless he wanted him dead, which wasn't the most productive thing at the moment) but even a millisecond can make a large difference in a fight.

Let alone seconds.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean..?"

Normal people wouldn't have been able to see past his facade of indifference, but Deku could never be described as normal. He could make out the minute creases and twitches of irritation as clear as day. It was plain to see that he was incredibly surprised by the results that Uraraka had scrapped up with her hard work and effort. He had only provided the ideas, so he wouldn't say that he was actually lying.

He wasn't the reason for Uraraka's achievement; Uraraka was.

(How people sometimes managed to completely miss the point had always befuddled him, in all honesty.)

"If you don't want to answer me or if you want to play dumb, that's fine. I'll just have you tell me later."

Allen let out a light sigh, as he attempted to restart the conversation while jumping away from the ice spikes around his feet. He hadn't honestly expected Mr. Ice Queen to initiate a conversation on his own, but he wasn't letting go of it now. He wasn't a fan of frostbite, (or burns, for that matter) and if he could go this whole fight without actually having to deal with it, it would be a win.

"There you go, attempting to get answers through violence. Not really heroic, I'd say. In fact, I'd say it's more villainous than anything."

His words had clearly surprised the Ice Queen, and he could make out the barest flickerings of rage. Nothing had changed on the surface, but he was a boiling volcano of emotions on the inside. It fit so perfectly with how he used his duality of fire and ice that it was almost funny; a fragile cage of ice suppressing a wellspring of fire. It seemed sturdy and impassable at first glance, but with the slightest prod in the wrong place, it would collapse.

"You're parents must be so proud of you-"

-He thought of saying, before dismissing the idea. He was trying to stall, not make the kid angry enough to pop out the hot tamales. He needed to choose a less... critical topic, but make it one he would care about still. The only one he could think of at the moment was Uraraka, so he decided that he would just come out with it. He had already done plenty of high-quality stalling, after all.

"It's not worth it, especially when the answer is so simple. I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't understand you. Her achievements are her own, I just gave her some ideas. It was her that transformed those ideas into real results. Her quirk is amazing, so it's not that surprising-"

His mouth rose up in a chilling smile. He had known that Uraraka's quirk had enormous potential, but he hadn't expected her to actualize all of that potential so quickly. He was somewhat bitter about it, in all honesty. He had been hoping to get the chance to fight against that guy himself, after all. But it wasn't that bad, seeing him all beaten up and miserable on the floor... He was getting off-track.

"-that she beat Bakugo, you know?"

Approximately 25 minutes ago:

He just stood there, in abject amazement. He knew what she could do, he had been training with her after all. He had taught her the theories, the science behind her powers. Quirks themselves might not be rooted in science, (the bugged him on so many levels) but their effects were. At least if they were emitter quirks, that is. Nevertheless, the power to negate gravity could only be properly be utilized when one left the bounds of common sense, and instead relied on science. When one left common sense, the results changed radically as well.

He knew all of that perfectly well.

But it was something different right in front of your face.

It was like an ant holding up a car, as he watched her fling around a four-meter sledgehammer with the grace of a ballerina. It was made with some of the heaviest materials on the market (and most expensive). He had pinched in a bit (a lot) of his own budget for the weapon. It wasn't like he really needed any support equipment after all. Nothing they had on the market could hope to affect his backlashes. He had gotten a favor in return for his trouble that he wasn't quite sure the use for. Well, he was sure it would come in handy at some point.

(It was amusing enough on its own to watch her flounder around about all the money being used.)

And then she flung up a piece of tile as a shield. It was brilliant. All of the muscle training that he had forced on her was coming in handy, even if she had to cheat a bit by using the sledgehammer as a plier. The weapon itself was a large blunt weapon at one end, that sharped to a point on the other. The sledgehammer flew into her left hand as she used her right to punt away the shards of pavement.

It was a struggle, that much was sure. Bakugo wasn't just going to give up, and he had more raw power than her. And Uraraka had more adaptability. But the victory was no longer set in stone. It wasn't something with Bakugo's name tag on it, nor did it belong to him.

It was anyone's game at this point.

(And, he recounted later, it ended up being her game.)

9 minutes before Present Time:

"Well, I won't deny that I helped her a little-... Is it finally kicking in? That took a while."

The ice glacier that popped out of thin air wasn't anywhere near his current position, but where he had been five seconds ago. And judging from his delayed comprehension, he had only just realized what was happening to him. His look of utter confusion was almost funny.

He felt more pity than amusement for him, though.

"...What? Todoroki's aim is starting to deteriorate and fast! Gah, Allen has been stalling this entire time! It looks like he managed to get a hit on him with his quirk back at the start! I'm sure you all know, but Allen's quirk, Electric Hex, allows to give all kinds of status effects to his-"

Instead of paying attention to President Mic, all of Todoroki Shoto's attention was solely focused on Allen. He was on a timeline now, and he knew that if he wasted any more time, the effects would only get worse. He wouldn't allow himself to be defeated. He still had cards up his sleeve-

"Sorry, but you lost the moment you let me get a hit in."

He made an elaborate show of patting his limbs, making sure to make it obvious that it was 'required' for him to activate it.

And then he charged.

(Villain Deku; My Hero Academia Fanfic)

Think to yourself, just this one little question-
"What if the Sludge Villain never got away?"

Warnings: Gore, Brainwashing, Murder, Suicide, Bullying, Depression, Self-harm.
I don't own the cover, and if the artist wants it taken down I will do so immediately.

The one who had come over to say hello was a scholarly-looking middle-aged Chinese man. Almost six feet tall, he wore a suit in the hot weather. With his gold-rimmed glasses, coupled with a suitcase in hand and his meticulous tie and shirt, he looked every inch the typical businessman.
When he saw this middle-aged man from the corner of his eye, Chen Haonan, who was concentrating on devouring a portion of spicy tamales, said with a laugh, "Oh, it’s Brother Ma. You’ve been missed, missed very much."
The two of them hugged each other, before the middle-aged man looked at Li Du curiously and asked, "Chen, who’s this brother?"
Chen Haonan said ambiguously, "He’s considered one of my suppliers, and is here to deliver some wood today."
The middle-aged man extended his hand to Li Du, and said, "Hi, brother I’m Ma Zhi-an, Chen’s friend. Nice to meet you."
Li Du exchanged a handshake with him. "I’m Li Du, Chen Haonan’s friend. It’s my pleasure to meet you too."
"‘Chen Haonan?’" Ma Zhi-an was shocked upon hearing the name, then said, "You mean ‘Chen Hao,’ right?"
It was Li Du’s turn to be stunned: Who was Chen Hao?
Chen Haonan coughed grudgingly. "Yes, that. Old Li, my name was ‘Chen Hao,’ then I changed it to ‘Chen Haonan.’"
Ma Zhi-an smirked. "You really changed your name?"
Chen Haonan gave him an impatient smile, and said tactfully, "Yes, changed. In any case, I’ve always planned on changing it, so I’m ‘Chen Haonan’ from now on."
Ma Zhi-an pressed his palms together. "Alright, alright, Chen Haonan is a good name, but with the change of name, I have to amend your membership information."
Chen Haonan said, "Alright, sorry to trouble you with this."
Ma Zhi-an laughed, "Don’t stand on ceremony. Both being Chinese, and from the same hometown in a foreign land, we should help one another. Anyway, it isn’t any big favor."
As the two of them interacted, Lu Du watched from the side. He felt that Chen Haonan was quite cold to Ma Zhi-an, and merely provided cursory responses to him.
He may not have known Chen Haonan for long, but he did understand a little about him.
To him, Chen Haonan was a friendly and chatty man. From the time they had met, he had been talking non-stop.
Ma Zhi-an’s Mandarin was very clear, he wore a smile, and appeared to be a sociable man.
Logically speaking, Chen Haonan should be displaying more warmth toward him, but his current attitude could be considered aloof instead. It could be deduced that Chen Haonan was not simply indifferent towards Ma Zhi-an but actually detested the person.
Therefore, Li Du smiled at both of them without interrupting their conversation.
However, as Ma Zhi-an was a chatty man, he diverted the conversation to Li Du after chatting with Chen Haonan for a while. "Li, are you from Tempe?"
Li Du replied, "No, I stay in Flagstaff."
There was a look of surprise on Ma Zhi-an’s face. "You’re from Flagstaff? Oh, Flagstaff! You look so young. If Chen Haonan didn’t mention that you’re his supplier, I’d have thought you were a foreign student."
Li Du replied with a laugh, "In fact, I came to America as a foreign student, but I’ve left school. I’m now in the business of storage auctions."
Ma Zhi-an said pensively, "The business of storage auctions. Oh, it’s rare for us Chinese to be in this line, but there are many of us working in storage companies."
There were many storage companies in America, which had numerous job vacancies.
Therefore, not just many Chinese immigrants worked there, many other immigrants of other ethnicities also worked there. After all, many of the positions in the storage companies only required manual labor, and did not need intense language, educational qualifications, or techniques.
Next, Ma Zhi-an changed the topic to Li Du, and began to chat with him animatedly. This man was a good conversationalist, and before long, he found out everything about Li Du’s background.
However, when the topic of storage auctions came up, Li Du was ambiguous and secretive of his income. He merely shared that it was sufficient for a newbie like him to live on.
Ma Zhi-an not only spoke with him, he also chatted with Hans.
Unlike Chen Haonan, whose English was limited, Ma was very fluent in English. Hans did not even know some of the words he used, and needed Big Quinn to explain them to him.
When Chen Haonan said he wanted to buy some food and alcohol, Ma Zhi-an took out his wallet and said, "Let me do it, you guys stay put here. Brother Ma has been here at Tempe for the longest, and should play host instead of letting you guys pay."
Li Du wanted to turn him down, but Chen Haonan pulled at him and said, "Let Brother Ma go, he’s a generous man. If you don’t accept his goodwill, he’ll feel bad."
Ma Zhi-an was laughing as he wagged his finger at him, then went off happily to buy beer and food.
After he left, Chen Haonan became uptight. "Old Li, be wary of this chap, he has a problem with his attitude."
"What happened?" Li Du asked.
Chen Haonan snorted. "I can’t say specifically. Anyway, this chap has a bad reputation among the Chinese community in Phoenix. This jerk likes to cheat fellow Chinese people—you better be careful!"
"He has cheated you?"
Chen Haonan laughed bitterly. "Yes," he said, "me included. That’s why I’m wary of him. Such bad luck to have bumped into him here today. Depressing indeed."
"How did he cheat you? Let me take some precautions."
Chen Haonan said elusively, "He’s cheated me so many times that it’s uncountable. Just be wary of him."
In no time, Ma Zhi-an returned after buying the drinks and food.
Li Du noticed how long it had taken him, and said, "You didn’t line up?"
Ma Zhi-an laughed and said, "A few of these food trucks here belong to my old friends. Since I‘m going to have someone earn from me, then I might as well let my friend earn from me, right?"
Li Du nodded. "Yes."
As he spoke, he glanced at Chen Haonan. It had indeed been opportunistic of them to not line up earlier, but looking at the way Ma had skipped the lines, he was in a different league altogether.
Chen Haonan snorted, lifted his beer glass and gulped down two big mouthfuls of beer.
As they chatted over drinks, Li Du got to know the identity of Ma Zhi-an: he was in fact one of the directors of the Chinese Mutual Aid Association’s Phoenix Chapter.
Just like what Mr. Elson had told him about the Committee of 100, the Chinese Mutual Aid Association was also formed by the Chinese, but the levels of the two organizations were as far apart as a mountain’s height in the Himalayas; this was just a very regular organization.
The Committee of 100 catered to the elite Chinese, while the Chinese Mutual Aid Association was targeted at the common Chinese. Any Chinese person could enroll, and the mission was for the Chinese to help one another lead a better life in America.
Li Du had known of the existence of this group; he had even applied to enroll in it. But as there were not many Chinese people in Flagstaff—just a few foreign students—the Chinese Mutual Aid Association had not set up a chapter there.
The one he’d applied to was in fact the Phoenix Chapter. Just when he’d been asked to verify his identity, and right before he was about to do so, the school had closed!
Upon hearing Li Du mention the matter, Ma Zhi-an was very forthcoming and said, "Would you like to join? It’s easy. I’m the director and have the authority to audit. Chen Haonan is a member and he can recommend you."
Li Du’s heart fluttered when he heard this: he had found an organization.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

The intercom comes on. 

   "Students and staff, we need to evacuate the premises. Immediately," the intercom says. As most of the students go home, I go investigate. I walk to the main building and go up the stairs that lead into the main building and see if the cops are still around. Unfortunately they are. I could always take them out, but that would draw attention... I guess I'll come back later. 

    As I turn around and head towards the staircase, I hear shoes squeaking and heading this way. I think nothing of it and continue on my way. As soon as I head down to the first floor, I hear the shoes again. My curiosity is overwhelming, but I don't want to be caught. I continue down the stairs. As I head downstairs, I hear the sound of sneakers gets closer. 

   "I really hope it's just a student." I mutter under my breath. I really don't feel like having to explain why someone stole my kill and why she even was my kill. That would be bad. I keep walking downstairs and head out through the back. As soon as I step outside, I'm surprised by a very serious Maeve. 

   "Maeve! What are you doing here? Aren't all the students are supposed to be outside calling their parents?" I ask, pretending to care.

    "I should be asking you that," she says, looking more grievous than ever. 

   "Maeve, are you okay?" I ask with striking curiosity. She's glaring deeply into my eyes, and the longer she stares, the more questions appear in my head. Why is she like this? Something's off about her. Did she have something to do with this? Is Maeve an assassin too? No. She couldn't be. Could she? 

    "Out of my way, I need to take care of something," She says angrily and pushes me out the way. Something's definitely off. So I follow her. She heads up the stairs, the same way I came down. She then goes into one of the classrooms. Ms. Erica's classroom... Why would she go in there? Nothing is there. I look through the crack of the door and see blood on one of the walls. She's looking around for something. But what? She looks up at one of the corners of the room. A camera sits there, watching. Underneath the camera is a code of some sort.
    
    She stares at it for a while, then turns around to exit the room. I quickly turn and rush to another classroom to hide. Once I notice she's walked away, I peek my head out. I see Maeve halfway down the hall. I step out and start to trail behind her. She's going downstairs. To the main office, and in one of the side rooms. That's where the camera footage is. I bend down and grab the small twin daggers I keep in my boots and begin to prepare for an assassination. 
    
    I feel my phone go off on my pocket. 
A: Get out now.
M: Why? 
A: Get out. With Erica taken out you have a new job. Figure out who killed her and take them down.
Me: Understood. 
    
    I scheathe my daggers back in my boots and walk away. I shouldn't think much of it she's probably hacking into the school system to set up a joke of some sorts tomorrow. 
As I walk out of the school and into the parking lot, I see a silver Agency car. With Elias standing in front. 

   "If it isn't the prodigy..." Elias says smirking.

   "Elias. If you don't stop talking I will end you." I say glaring at him and getting the passenger seat in the car.

   "Who do you think did it?" He asked getting in the driver's seat.

   "That's what I'm going to find out." I tell him and we drive in silence. 
Lie. I know who did it, and I hope I'm wrong. 
First a killer now a liar? I really am going to hell. 

    As soon as we get to my apartment I hack into the school to see if I can find a good angle on the killer. As soon as we get to my apartment I hack into the school to see if I can find a good angle on the killer. Nothing. The person who did this is a pro. I definitely would not say good. From what I saw the Jugular vein wasn't cut, so not extremely fatal but probably still dead. 

    Even if they didn't manage to cut the Jugular vein, judging by the amount of blood I saw at least one artery was cut. So they definitely bled out. Whoever did this was either A) new assassin with much to learn, B) a rogue assassin getting slopey and the least likely C) a killer with a conscience. 

    A killer with a conscience is a disgrace, at least that's what we've been told. They know how to be normal and feel things other than just blood lust. Even though they are more human they are still lethal. Most of them tend to be some of the best killers out there. They are 1 in 100. 

    As I sit in front of my computer staring at the camera footage from school I catch a glimpse of a small Amaranth symbol with, "Nur Erinnerungen sind unsterblich,'' written underneath. 

So the Germans took out my target... 

   "I guess they finally grew a pair. 'Only memories are immortal' huh? Guess you guys are as sadistic as they say." I mutter under my breath and smile.

    I close my laptop and get ready for bed. I take my waist long jet-black hair out its braid and grab clothes, champagne glass and obviously champagne ang get ready to take a bath. As I let myself enjoy the water and drink champagne, I make a list of all the reasons the German group would want them dead.

    As soon as I finish my two-hour bath I make myself dinner consisting of Tamales with rice. The news comes on giving more details on what happened earlier today. With everyone wondering who killed her. I guess they never thought that a school teacher could be a spy.

    Whatever, that's not my concern anymore. She's gone and I can finally go do my assignment to find out who did this at HQ and just be comfy and at home over there. I really need to leave Houston. It's always hot, cold or humid all the damn time. Seriously, it's so ridiculous, I don't think I can handle this anymore 

    As I watch TV and eat, I keep wondering what it's like to be normal. But then again who would like to be normal, that would be weird for me. To be a normal teenage girl. My whole life has been one cold, heartless, lonely journey, and I'm not even in control. But I'm not allowed to have my own thoughts, what am I doing. 

    Living a lie, as much fun as it is, is still dangerous and can backfire. Lies can destroy people, friendships, and relationships. But how can you live with yourself if you lie? What am I thinking? I'm a killer, There is no such thing as normal for me. I push back all my thoughts of being normal and focus on how I'm going to figure out this issue.

    Even so, I wonder what life's like when you're not living a lie. All I've ever done is lie to those around me, and now recently to myself. I say I'm heartless because I'm supposed to feel nothing, but in reality I care so much more than I'm willing to admit to. 

    "Las mentiras tienen patas cortas." I say as I look at a picture in a golden frame that Aida, Maeve and I took a couple of months ago. The lies have short legs so they can only take you so far before you fall.

    "I guess falling is all that's left to do."  I say and light the fire place and throw the picture in to watch it burn. 

    I have only one goal at the moment and that's to make sure that no one ever turns into who I am. They trained me to be the best killing machine there ever was so now, they are going to feel the wrath of their own creation. I'm going to take down every single agency that does what I do. I will chase them, ruin their lives and burn them to the ground. They said that my anger is weakness, but they created it and made me stronger. They made me, now they must suffer the consequences.

Esperanza De La Cruz, was orphaned at a young age, not long after the death of her parents, she began working as an assassin for the Government. In a secret sector called Preservation. During a mission gone wrong Esperanza uncovers that Preservation is not what it seems. It’s less about protecting the people, and more about kill for hire. She soon finds herself on the run, with two others that Preservation has ruined, in an attempt to destroy them before they destroy her.

"Your life is perfectly fine Derick, there is nothing wrong with having hair a voice and a body like yours, they are all just jealous." This is what my mom tells me every time she thinks someone is talking about me. "Mom, I didn't say anything." I walk past the Kitchen where my mom was making Dinner, Papa is going to be mad if she doesn't make the Tamales she promised him. My dad is from Panama and my mom is from America, so there are huge debates on what we have for dinner each night. "Derick, can you get the flour out of the pantry!" Just when I was about to go to my room. "yes Ma'am." I go to the pantry and get the flour. "Fried fish again, you know dad hates the taste." she doesn't get it does she? "well then he just doesn't eat, that's how we're gonna solve that problem, did you finish packing yet, you know we have to leave tomorrow right."                     
"yes I finished packing, but do you really want me to go to Prestbrook elementary, you're so worried about me getting bullied here, it's worse down there." My mom just nodded her head and pointed to the steps. I left the kitchen and went to my room, and lay on my bed. "oh Dios mío." ¿Cómo voy a establecer mi vida en la Primaria Presbrook? I thought to myself. For some reason, it takes me an extra-long to understand Spanish then it does my dad. He says it's an issue, my mom says it just means I'm more black than Hispanic, my teacher says it's because of the fact that I have a Hispanic father and lived in Panama for a short amount of time. She has a more logical answer. Sooner or later I fell asleep. "Derick! ¡Estoy en casa! I'm home!" I immediately sit up and jet out of bed. I run down the steps and give my father a big hug. "Papá, ¡no sabía que ibas a venir tan temprano!" all my dad did was laugh, as my mom stood there with a smile on her face. "time to eat you two." we go to the table and my dad quickly leaves the dining room. "I guess he isn't eating, well you eat up so that you have enough energy tomorrow, we pack and we leave." I eat my food and head upstairs to get ready for bed. I lay there thinking about what tomorrow brings.

The story of When two met and became the bestest of friends.

Cory opened her capsule and sat up.  She rubbed her eyes and paused, thinking.  Then she heaved a sigh as she swung her legs onto the floor.

She'd left after planting the red clover.  The corn stalks had been surprisingly easy to take care of.  One of the farming tools, a rake-looking thing had only to be picked up and gestured towards the field before gaining a life of its own and disposing of the stalks by the simple expedient of raking them into the soil.  Cora had been a bit surprised and had made up her mind to identify all the tools she had no clue about.

The only ones she'd recognized in the beginning had been the hoe, hole digger and watering can.  It had been the same way with them.  Once she'd started, the hoe would dig from one end of the field to the other, stopping when it encountered the decorative rock that fenced it in.  The hole digger only needed to have the distance between holes set, and the watering can just kept watering until it ran out of dry soil.

It had been helpful for growing her MP.  Every time it was exhausted, it would grow just a tiny bit, never more than .1 or .2, but seeing as she'd started with a measly 2 MP in the beginning, it hadn't been hard to use up.  Now it was a more robust 10 MP.

Cora padded into her kitchen, her mind on a variety of tasks she'd set herself.  She still hadn't checked her status page since planting that first field of corn.  If it wasn't for the constant notifications, she'd never have noticed that her MP was now 10.  She was sure that there were other changes.

Cora was also sure that there was an explanation there for her being able to understand Blue, the Warcorns, and the dragons.  She worried at that thought as she pulled out her electric kettle, some peppermint tea and the makings for a quick sandwich.

As her water boiled, she picked up her phone.  As usual, there were no messages from Nate, a couple from Heidi and Lorenz and one from an unknown number.  Cora smiled grimly.  She knew who owned that unknown number.  She just hadn't gotten around to having it blocked and investigated.  No one from Gerald's family was allowed to contact her, but his mother thought that having an unlisted number wouldn't ping on the investigators' phones.

She listened to Heidi and Lorenz' voice mails as she set a couple of mugs of tea to steep.  She rolled her eyes at Nate's as she pulled out a heavy glass mug and dropped a couple of pieces of ice into it.  Cora simply deleted the last message without listening to it before searching for an unopened box of sweetener to replenish the bowl on her counter.

"Heidi?" She questioned as her call to her friend went through.  "Are you busy?"

"I'm so not busy for you," Heidi responded.  "Have you finally given up on that game?"

"No, but I think you might like it," Cora probed.

"Me?" Heidi paused, and Cora could hear her forking something into her mouth.  Knowing Heidi, she'd gotten dumplings from somewhere and was eating them in secret.  Her grandmothers would give her true holy if they thought she was eating someone else's dumplings, and that included each others.  "Really, Cora?" Heidi's voice was temporarily muffled.  "I mean, I can't see myself doing something like that."

"The game is really good.  You'd have a blast doing it, and it would be something that your family wouldn't pay attention to," Cora added.

"What do you mean?" Heidi asked, her voice wary.

"They want you to do business research, right?  Well, there are business opportunities galore in the game," Cora said, mixing up the mugs of tea.  She dumped a mini-moo into each one and stirred again.  "You can justify playing that way."

"But the capsule costs a fortune!" Heidi protested.  "That would be all my vacation money for two years, and I don't even have one."

Cora rolled her eyes.  She held a funnel over the glass mug and poured the two smaller ones into it.  Heidi had never seen a sale she didn't like.  As she listened to the ensuing litany of excuses which all boiled down into Heidi having no money and no interest in the lecture her family would give her for not having any money, she made her sandwich and cut it into quarters.

"I'll pay for the capsule," Cora finally said as Heidi wound down.

"You'll what?  I'm not poor!  I can afford a capsule," Heidi immediately protested.

"You just said that you didn't have any money whatsoever.  Just how are you going to beat your cousins and prove you deserve an eventual seat on the board?" 

Heidi fell silent.  Cora let her stew.  Her family business was expanding every year, and her cousins on both sides were eager to help it grow even more and prove themselves to their elders.  Cora had always thought it had a very Dynasty-cultivation novel vibe.  She would never tell that to Heidi, though.  Cora had even been asked by one of Heidi's cousin for investment advice.  She still had no idea how the man had thought to ask, but perhaps Heidi had been indiscreet during an argument or something.

Why else would a guy ask a teenager for investment advice?

"You need a capsule.  I need someone to play with.  It's a win-win situation." Cora let out a short laugh.  "I'm in a strange situation, and you've played more games than I have."

"If you'd pulled your head out of all those newscasts and investment shows when we were in high school," Heidi began.

"I wouldn't have so much money now, and be able to afford to buy my best friend an expensive game capsule," Cora finished.  She took a sip of iced peppermint tea and smiled in satisfaction.  "I still have no idea how Gavin thought to ask me for investment tips."

"Oh, Gavin?  Well, hmm, so I do need a game capsule," Heidi said, sounding flustered.  There was the sound of clinking in the background and a murmured voice.  "They were delicious.  Can I get another order to go?  This time fried?"

Cora sighed and hung up the phone.  She wouldn't get anything else out of Heidi until she left the restaurant, wherever it was.  Her grandmothers tried to keep track of her, but Heidi liked to 'slip the leash,' so to speak.  Her mother's mother prided herself on her traditional dumplings, and her father's mother thought that hers were the best.  Two separate cultures that clashed whenever they came up against Heidi's dumpling addiction.

Heidi's solution was to sneak out and try every new place that offered dumplings in a hundred mile radius.  The last time she'd been caught, her parents had confiscated the 'delicious contraband' while her grandmothers had scolded her for nearly an hour.  Cora had just sat and watched in patent disbelief as her parents disposed of Heidi's thirty-dollar crab and scallop dumplings by the simple expedient of sweet soy dipping sauce and a blind spot in their kitchen that the grandmothers couldn't see from their vantage in the living room.  Cora had been sitting at the enormous island that separated the two areas.

She was fairly sure that Heidi's parents had taken her sitting there into their calculations.  It had only taken them a few minutes to eat the dumplings, and then they'd told Heidi's grandmothers that they were far inferior to the elders' offerings.  When the mollified women had trotted off to the store for ingredients for 'proper' dumplings, they had almost casually asked Heidi where she'd found hers.

Cora had discovered the true meaning of 'shameless' at that moment.  It hadn't been when her father had confiscated half of her allowance in high school because his 'special' friend, Sherrelle, had needed a new car or when her mother had sold all the expensive dolls her Great Aunt Jerry had bought her over the years she'd been living with her not two weeks after getting custody of Cora back.  It had been when Heidi's parents, having pried the information out of Heidi had immediately decamped, declaring they needed to do 'consumer research.'

Heidi had said it was because they owned restaurants, but Cora wasn't too sure about that.  Still, she understood once the grandmothers returned and battled it out in the giant gourmet kitchen in Heidi's house.  The dumplings, while delicious, didn't really compare to those now lost crab and scallop dumplings.

She thoughtfully ate her sandwich as she sipped her now cooled and iced tea.  Lorenz would be a better catch than Heidi, but underneath the jock exterior was a stone-cold nerd with the undying heart of a researcher.

Cora dumped her dishes into her sink and picked up her phone again.  She knew just the right tack to take with Lorenz.
*****
"I don't know about this, Ms. Cora," Lorenz's mother, Andrea said.  She stood to the side as the movers slowly entered.

Andrea watched as the men trundled into her little two bedroom apartment and started setting up the two capsules side by side in the living room.  Previously, there had been a nicely laid out table and breakfront but those were now relocated to the breakfast nook where they barely fit.

"I keep offering to upgrade you, but you keep turning me down," Cora complained, leaning against the wall leading to the kitchen.

"I can't impose on your good will, Ms. Cora," Andrea said.

"Can you stop calling me 'Ms. Cora?'  It makes me feel old, and you're my elder." Cora shivered.  "Just tell Lorenz that he can vegetate in this thing and make a little spare cash while he's at it."

"Make money?  Playing a game?" Andrea turned and looked at the capsules, intrigued.

Cora hid a smile while she buffed her nails on her shirt.

"People actually pay in-game currency for things, and there's a platform where you can turn that into actual money," Cora explained.  "I'm not too sure on the details, but the game is old enough that people are paying for things from the beginning area." She shrugged.  "Once people get past those areas, they wind up doing other things elsewhere, so there's a market."

"Surely not," Andrea said, nodding to the men as they finished up and trudged out the door.  "There has to be someone trying to fulfill the need."
 "There are, but the need is vast.  It's just right for someone who's bored staying home, doing nothing except cooking large meals for her kid who keeps eating out," Cora cooed.

"He does come home occasionally," Andrea protested, though her eyes were twinkling with humor.  "I do, however, get very bored just sitting at home, being an old lady."

"See?" Cora slung an arm over Andrea's shoulders.  She waved her arm.  "Just think!  You could play as a hot young warrior woman who slays her way to a fortune."

"Or I could just be a regular woman who figures out how to make an extra fifty dollars a week while exploring a new place," Andrea said, shrugging off Cora's arm.  "Of course, if I'm in the game, then Lorenz will also play the game."

"I hadn't thought of that," Cora said.

"Of course, you hadn't," Andrea chuckled.  "Go, go, little one.  I'll talk him into trying your little game.  Knowing Lorenz, I wouldn't get your hopes up.  He's been wearing holes in the carpet after that little dustup with that idiota."

"Sorry about that," Cora winced.  She hadn't expected that Andrea would know of it, but then again, she was Lorenz's mom.

"It's okay, sweetie.  Everyone kisses a few frogs in their lives.  It's just that your frog turned out to be a poisonous little toad." Andrea kissed her on the cheek.  "Are you staying for lunch?  I was inspired, and made frijoles and tamales."

"I would be delighted," Cora agreed.

Cora only wanted to play the new game her cousin conned her into.  She certainly never thought that a moment's moral decision would lead to something far more than she ever expected.  Or that it would help in ways no one expected when everything else started going sideways.

Then again, just why did she get stuck in a level 330 area when she was still just level 1??

Felix ate his prepared corn while she walked the streets of the city, in Origin Civitatem there seemed to be not much to do but there were always surprising things to see, for example, the bars were open during the night.
There were also theaters where emotional stories or tragedies were told such as that of Oedipus, Felix liked his father's works more since she did not follow the typical rules of the theater of dividing the work by time but rather were continuous stories.
When she finished eating his prepared corn, she threw the garbage into one of the many garbage cans in the city and went to the theater to see the play "Peperit Imperator" (Birth of the Emperor).
The theater was somewhat filled by different kinds of people, Felix bought a place in the most visible area of ​​the box and paid as if nothing were the 20 Denarius gold, every week his father gave him money to spend it as he wanted.
His weekly allowance given to him by his father was 100 Denarius gold, the first time she received that amount he looked at his father oddly as his mother working as a teacher earned 5 Denarius silver on the day.
Her father simply told her that she as a princess in the future would have to handle even larger amounts of money from the family's treasury, but she made it very clear that the family's own money should never be confused with that of the empire.
If this were to happen the days of the imperial family would be numbered, remembering the words of his beloved Father took a seat in his VIP seat, to see the play by paying so much for his entrance were also free snacks.
Shee chose a bowl of buttered popcorn and peanut atole to enjoy the work.
The beginning of the work tells how Emperor Flavio was born from the womb of his mother Julia and as he faced since childhood different problems among them the most complicated was fighting against the sea sponge to clean his butt.
Felix spat the popcorn and laughed at the funny image of the dwarf actor who dressed like a gentleman fighting a stick that had a bath sponge while a roll of paper fell from the sky and the musical band played very solemn music.
But not all were laughter, she could also see the suffering of the actor when he learned of his father's death at the hands of the Cantabrian rebels, a scene he never thought he saw was one where his mother went out the door holding her belly.
Despite being a play the tears came from his face while he could imagine how difficult it was for his mother, he never thought that there were also representations of how Hellena suffered for a Roman nobleman.
Felix wanted to go and kill the actor but he contained his murderous instinct because he knew it was a play, although later he enjoyed the death of the name and his family, he could only nod for the great justice that had been done to his mother Hellena.
In the end, the play ended after the actor representing his father went to the sea to found the empire of Nova Roma, what he liked most was the song of the end which was performed by Mariachis.
"Cielito Lindo"
Felix shook his head to the rhythm of the cheerful music that could make her and all the attendees sing in unison:
"Ay, ay, ay, ay,
Canta y no llores
Porque cantando se alegran
Cielito lindo, los corazones"
The song continued for some time and when they finished singing the applause sounded throughout the theater, Felix left the theater with some tears and quite proud of his father and the fact of being his daughter.
On the way he went to the central square where he could see the city quite alive, the merchants had stalls where they sold an incredible amount of sweets, fruit punch cravings like tamales and atole.
Felix did not hesitate to enter the night market of the city, he could see some beautiful dresses made with Hayate fabric which is made with the fiber of the maguey.
It is a fabric that she likes since it is very cool but she knows from her father that the weather will be cold thanks to a punishment that Goddess Naturae launched upon waking, so she has to wait to be able to wear the clothes she likes.
As he moved through the market he bought a tamale of rajas and tamarind water in which he looked around the stalls, he could see some gold earrings with jade inlays that he liked and bought them without hesitation.
She liked many more things which I ended up buying, in the end when I just toured the night market in the central square I had enough wicker bags, she decided to take a carriage that would take her to the palace.
She had a lot of fun at night so after buying a lot of things and trying different foods, it was time to go home because she doesn't want to cause trouble for Aphrodite who offered to help her.
The carriage advanced as far as it could to the palace, under its stuff and paid the carriage driver.
When he finished lowering his things the Praetorian guards ran to help Felix take his things "Please take them to my room, I'll go see my father and mother"
The Praetorian guards nodded and Felix went to the palace but when she entered she could see Aphrodite chatting very comfortably with Hellena and Miyuki, while Flavio was waiting for her at the door.
Felix was ready for some scolding or corrective but Flavio just hugged her "Daughter you don't need to leave without warning, you know we care about you Hellena, me and even Miyuki.
Remember that if you do not want to tell your mother or me where you are going, you can only notify Miyuki and she will keep the secret or vice versa. "
Felix felt his father's hug and let go of a few tears as he nodded ... 


Our protagonist was a Mexican who died on a flight, when he woke up he found Apollo who reincarnated him as the grandson of Gaius Octavian Turino (Augustus) the first Roman emperor, having a mission in hand to conquer the New World to save the Roman polytheist world and his existence.

Our protagonist will be able to develop the great Roman civilization in America and survive the different ones that exist in this distant land ...

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I really couldn't tell that you were such a person, Master Yuanjing!
When Liu She tracked down Master Yuanjing's accommodations, he also learned that he had taken his students to Ji Shan Hot Spring and it would be a couple of days before they came back. Liu She wasn't impressed by failing to see Master Yuanjing. Does that mean that I have to wait for several days for him to come back?
Liu She was in an infinite depression.
Why? He couldn't really take his baby girl to the hot spring in order to apprentice Master Yuanjing, right?
Even though the hot spring had separate pools for males and females, they were not in the same place.
That was not the only reason. The ethos in the recent years was inclined to be conservative. Women's social status was decreasing rapidly. The discrimination towards women from the outside world, in a way, restricted their freedom. It also explained why, on such a freezing day, there were barely any women in the hot spring––most were men.
If there happened to be some women in the pool, most of them were from noble families and they had an entourage along with them in case there were any incidents.
It would be some kind of a joke if Liu She took his baby girl to a hot spring designated for men just to look for Master Yuanjing.
He was left with only one choice if they didn't pay a visit to the hot spring they were at presently: They would have to be patient and wait for them to leave the hot spring after they had enough fun.
If Master Yuanjing is a true legend like everyone said, why didn't he oversee my coming for him? Why did he have to decide to go to some stupid hot spring at this time? That is real irritating. Liu She swore at Master Yuanjing in his mind for a bit, but he had to come up with a solution after all the moaning and whining.
Before he came up with an idea, Feng Ren sent him an invitation to have some relaxing days in Ji Shan Hot Spring with him. He even had a perfect reason for it.
"The evaluation is at the door and all the young elites will be gathering in Shangjing. There will be all sorts of verse clubs and gatherings being held one after another. You have been sinking in your work all the time and you deserve some personal time. Ji Shan is one of the hot spots for people to have gatherings and we might as well release some of the stress from work during our stay here."
He had said the purpose was to release stress; however, another purpose of the trip was an incognito inspection that would help them learn about the young elites in Dongqing Dynasty.
Liu She compressed his lips and didn't say a word. He wondered how the Head of the Secretariat had so much time.
Judging from Feng Reng's words about the Ji Shan Hot Spring, he was apparently one of their loyal customers. It sounded like he went to have a hot spring bath every other day.
Looking at himself, Liu She was only the County Chief of Hu County. He had never ceased working for a second over the last few years. He worked days and nights without having a holiday at all in a year.
He got paid as a County Chief, but the quantity of work matched that of an emperor.
Feng Ren was standing at a high rank as the Head of the Secretariat, but he seemed to not be so occupied.
After some struggling, Liu She was still going to ask his daughter her thoughts on the matter. She could make the choice if she wanted to go immediately or wait for a couple of days.
But without a doubt, Jiang Pengji's answer was a definite yes. "Why not?" Jiang Pengji asked Liu She instead.
Liu She moved his lips but he didn't know what to respond.
Right, why not? But my girl, you are a girl! Liu She was shocked and he started to realize that his baby girl had a different ideology than him.
As the result of distinctive geographical reasons, there were multiple hot springs in the northern part of Dongqing––especially in Ji Shan Area, which was in Shangjing territory.
The royal family built the Hot Spring Temporary Palace in Ji Shan in the previous dynasty and the next several emperors kept expanding the palace.
The emperors highly praised hot springs. According to some official history records, hot springs had miraculous functions like increasing life expectancy, prolonging life, and curing any diseases which was why the majority of citizens gave it a respectful name like "Spring of the gods." People followed the example of their superiors, and having a hot spring bath became an activity for the average people.
No one could resist falling in love with the hot spring, no matter if he was an aristocrat or a citizen. After the fall weather hit, it would be extremely hard to pull them out of the hot spring.
The world fell apart after the destruction of the Xia Dynasty. Dongqing founded the country and established the capital in Shangyang County, which was nowadays called Shangjin.
Ji Shan had the advantage of the amount of hot springs, which happened to be near Shangjing. It was normally a two to four hour trip by wagon, which was rather convenient.
The Dongqing royal family took advantage of the Xia Dynasty. They took over the temporary palace from the Xia Dynasty and did some renovations to make it their new palace.
The former three emperors in Dongqing Dynasty were incompetent at their work and their life's purpose was to seek the most possible pleasure. Therefore, they spared extra time and attention to the hot spring palace, which brought them joy. They had four tours to the palace in a year and their stay would be at least a month each time for the emperors. Each time was a big consumption of money and a burden to the citizens.
Ji Shan's layout of strata in the land decided that there were sufficient hot spring spots. The largest one belonged to the royal family, which was where the Hot Spring Palace was located. The rest of the spots were taken by the gentry clans and some wealthy businessmen. They built different sized hotels with hot springs and the guests they served were relatively different.
The ones with money and power took the quality service, and the average citizens could still afford to experience the hot spring in a lower quality hot spring. Therefore, every freezing season of the year, there was a booming business in every hot spring hotel.
Ji Shan Hot Spring was no longer a place for having a hot spring bath. After many years of development, it had been altered to be a place of interest centered around the hot spring. There was not only hot springs, but also a bar, tea house, food court, and vendors that sold all kinds of exquisite products. Besides all of that, it was a main place for young people to host gatherings and verse clubs. It was not rare to see some whore houses around for people to seek out some pleasure.
It was a sleepless town.
The Fengs' wagon came from the foot of a mountain to the mountainside and it stopped in front of an extravagant house.
They got off the wagon and noticed that there were well-decorated wagons parked around them, and most of the wagons had clan insignias on them.
"If it wasn't you leading me, I would have almost believed that we were at some noble family's place. There is no way for me to tell it is simply a hot spring hotel."
The gentry clans who built the hot spring hotels were not out for the purpose of making profit. They simply built a place for their leisure and provided a place for their own people.
The hot spring hotel in front of Liu She was many times bigger and more gorgeous than his own house.
Luxurious! He couldn't think of another word to describe it.
"This one is under Prince Changshou. Rumor has it that he built this place with the design blueprint of his own place. Every evaluation month it will be open free to the young elites, and that is why it is the spot that most of the verse clubs and gatherings are held. It is fun to have a large group of people. I just want to show you and have some fun nights, as well."
Liu She was speechless and Jiang Pengji burst into laughter standing behind him.
She couldn't imagine that Feng Jin, who had an old head on young shoulders, would have such a funny father.
Feng Ren made himself clear: He took them there just because of the luxury and delicacy of the hot spring hotel. What was more important was that it was free.
"Prince Changchou…" Liu She frowned. "He doesn't even bother to hide his ambition… considering he is winning talented people to his side by any means."
Liu She put all his effort into managing Hu County all these years and he was negligent in regard to the different parties of the politics.
He had learned from Gu Min that Prince Changshou was one of the contestants for the regime. But unfortunately, Gu Min was never good at commenting on history. What she remembered was that Prince Changshou was off the game very soon and he was nothing but a susceptible, terrified sucker. The only well-known advisor who worked for him was Qiguan Rang. The information she shared with him was biased and, subconsciously, he had the same thought that the Prince Changshou was just a piece of crap who didn't have spine or any capability. But now it seemed that at least he had ambition.
Feng Ren coughed to bring Liu She back and said to him in a low voice, "Let's get in first and talk about it."
They planned to take advantage of someone, but they were being ungrateful towards him. They were not going to talk about him until they could take some actual benefit from him.
They could criticize him as much as they want, but after they had the hot spring bath.
Liu She didn't know how he should respond to him.
I really couldn't tell that you were this type of person, Feng Ren!


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

Long Ao Zhen already finished his instruction. He actually wanted to depart right away but his shadow guard asked him to considered his decision. 

The shadow guards suggest Long Ao Zhen to take a rest here in the cave before departing early in the morning tomorrow. Currently the sky outside was getting dark, it was already 5 P.M 

Long Ao Zhen body was tired. He just realized now that all the burden in his heart had vanished. He truly need to sleep. He thought in his mind that what his guards suggest him was true. He didn't need to rush didn't he? 

And just like that Long Ao Zhen changed his mind and planned that he will depart tomorrow morning before the sun rises. 

Currently aside from sleeping, Long Ao Zhen really want to take a bath. He was sweaty all over and he needed time to relax.

"Do you have hot spring or bath here?" Long Ao Zhen turned his gaze toward Jiu Wei who was still kneeling in front of him.

"Ah? Y-yes this servant have a hot spring behind this cave" Jiu Wei who was in a daze, answered in flustered tone as he quickly stood up, ready to escort Long Ao Zhen to the hot spring.

"Prepare a new clothes for me" Long Ao Zhen stood up from his seat and walked slowly toward the hot spring.

Jiu Wei quickly asked Mao Mao to search for the best clothes Jiu Wei had in the cave.

While Jiu Wei went to the hot spring with Long Ao Zhen, Mao Mao was busy searching for the best clothes Jiu Wei had. 

At the hot spring.

"Your highness this is the hot spring. The clothes will be delivered soon by Mao Mao" Jiu Wei attitude really did resemble a butler serving his master. With a gentleman bow, Jiu Wei escort Long Ao Zhen to the hot spring.

"Hm. You're dismissed." Long Ao Zhen waved his hand gesturing Jiu Wei to leave him alone.

Long Ao Zhen had a habit to take a bath alone without anyone serving him. So he just casually chased Jiu Wei out from his own hot spring.

Jiu Wei bowed his head slightly before went out from the hot spring. The hot spring was surrounded by rock and Jiu Wei made a wooden gate on the entrance so this hot spring was surrounded by rock and door. It was more like an open-air private hot spring.

Clak.

After Jiu Wei went out from the hot spring, Long Ao Zhen began to undress his clothes slowly.

Under the clothes, Long Ao Zhen broad chest and his smooth white skin could be clearly seen under the light of the sun. The sun was getting down, dying the sky with a beautiful golden-red colour. 

Long Ao Zhen body was illuminated by the gentle light of the sunset. With such a beautiful background, Long Ao Zhen appeared to be more handsome than usual.

His strong arm, his eight-pack abs, his long slender leg, all of it were enough to made any woman in the world nosebleed and fainted right away.

Long Ao Zhen touched his long dark green hair and slowly removed his crown. 

The thick hair was loosen up just like that, drapping over Long Ao Zhen bare shoulder. 

The sunset light shone brightly, touching Long Ao Zhen peerless face making his tight perfect jaw looked more sharp than ever.

His slightly red lips when touched by the sun light, became bright like an apple. 

After he was completely nude, Long Ao Zhen then extended his long white leg as he entered the hot spring to take a relaxing bath.

Splashh...the water in the hot spring made a ripple after ripple when Long Ao Zhen drowned himself inside it.

Long Ao Zhen dry hair was now completely soaked inside. His back and his shoulder up to his chest were now soaked in the hot spring water.

The water drop on his body only made his appearance excluded a rare sexy vibe. He was so alluring and enchanting when he was taking a bath.

Maybe that's the reason why Long Ao Zhen didn't want anyone to watch him bathing? 

"Fuh...." Long Ao Zhen exhaled a relaxed breath. The hot spring water temperature was just right. It was warm and comfortable.

Long Ao Zhen indeed intended to take a relaxing bath but....sadly maybe he just wasn't fated to do so. Because the author won't let him be 😏.

When Long Ao Zhen closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the hot spring, scene after scene of his second kiss suddenly flashed by. He thought that he already forgot about it but it seemed like he hadn't forgot at all!!

Long Ao Zhen face blushed into a red crab-like colour. Har? The water temperature must be too hot! That is what Long Ao Zhen thought when he felt his cheek was getting hotter and hotter.

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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2. 101 Days To Date Mr Target (coming soon) 

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