"imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were but without we go no where" qoute by carl sagan.

Survive to experience "Life"

Send in horror movies, Anime, video games
 Go through the craziest imaginary worlds ever.

This is my daily life 


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Year 20XX, Summer.
 Sitting at the back seat of the classroom, you could see a young boy with blond hair and golden eyes sweating profusely holding his head down.  
'What's happening to me' he thought to himself as a massive headache followed by a sharp sting in his eyes, made him feel completely drained and weak.
"Are you alright, Kise-kun?" 
"Yes, Onizuka-sensei." Kise sat straight with a smile trying not to worry anyone when he suddenly saw something that completely terrified him. He could see strange lines all over the place. Those lines covered not only his teacher but students, desk, floor every single thing that was around.
Seeing the panic in his eyes, Onizuka tried to get hold of him when suddenly he fainted causing a stir in the class.
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"Ryota Kise, so that's who I am huh!" Kise sat straight up looking around at the empty nurse office. 

*Flashback*
 
"Alex Holmes, 23-year-old. Died of a heart attack." Azazel, the demon general read his report, "He arrived a day ago, so he still hasn't been broken yet."
"Good." The man sitting in the throne nodded satisfactorily, "So what's his sin? Murder? Betrayal?"
"Laziness."
The man coughed spitting his drink out.
"He literally died doing nothing," Azazel said with a complicated expression, "The only reason he ended up here was due to his own fault in personality and a few bad choices he made, which resulted in negative Karma."
"Are you sure there is no one other than him for the job?"
"We do have one other candidate, but due to his psychopathic tendencies, he's not really that suitable."
"How bad is he?"
"Twisting and breaking puppies neck, bad." Azazel reported, "But I still prefer the monkey in front of us, as he has the knowledge of what he's getting himself into."
 The man awkwardly nodded as he read the report himself giving up on the puppy killing psychopath, "Well, Sloth and Pride are sins too." he said looking at the man in front of him, "Let me introduce myself, I am Lucifer, the king of hell, you might have heard of me-- Now now, no need to be afraid-- tell me, Alex do you have any desire to live again?"
Alex for the first time raised his head to look upon the king of hell, gulping he nodded at the magnificent man in front of him. Lucifer was clearly the most beautiful man he had ever seen, but not just that, something within him shined differently. It was bright and warm, especially in this cold and dark place.
"Seeing your sins aren't too bad either, I can be gracious enough to give you a chance." Lucifer said, "And do speak freely, I actually enjoy casual talks now and then,"
"Umm...so you'll let me live again?" Alex asked carefully, after all, just the idea of getting to live again was something unimaginable. But something didn't seem right, the devil giving out reincarnation wishes? Wasn't it gods who did so? 
"Yes, of course." Lucifer said, "I'll even reincarnate you in multiple fantasy worlds, you all lazy folks love."
"You mean like Anime?" Alex asked gulping again.
"Exactly like Anime." Lucifer laughed, "I can already see you being alive, just hearing that."
Azazel raised his eyebrows complimenting Lucifer's charm. With skin, whiter than milk and crazy drooly eyes from a day in hell, Alex looked the farthest thing from alive.
"Do you want something in return?" Alex questioned again, thinking to himself that this was all too good to be true especially with the one being so generous, was the devil.  "And wait--I am sorry but I think I heard you say multiple."
"Just be just grateful getting to live again monkey." Azazel snorted
"It's fine. He's, after all, asking the correct questions." Lucifer said, "Let's begin with how we got to this point to be exact. You see, you humans always had the knack for creativity which I honestly appreciated. From literature to art, humans worked on various stories. But unfortunately, my father got excited about these fantasy-imaginary worlds too."
"So him being him created a dimension called, 'Source world' or just 'Source' where all these different stories took the life of its own. With so many stories the number of souls increased too. I didn't have much problem with that at all in the beginning but it all began falling apart when an error was found in his perfect little system. The worlds began copying itself into different paths with each human fantasy on these other fantasies started taking a form of its own as well."
"You mean like fan-fiction?" Alex asked looking at the devil who was getting furious as he spoke.
"You might be lazy but you're smart." Lucifer nodded, "Yes, and the copy of these worlds were just as real as any other world. Every soul in them was real as well. And with so many souls both heaven and hell are-- well going through hell. And that's where you fit in the story."
"You see both Heaven and Hell want to fix my father's mistake." Lucifer said, "So together we have chosen you, to do the job for us." 
"And how will I do so?" Alex asked, though he was a lazy weeb in is previous life, he was still smart enough to ensure his survival.
"By getting the core from each world." Lucifer explained as he flicked his fingers showing him a projection of a white globe, "You see, every world from the source, has a core that supports its function. This core is used to make sure the world goes exactly the way it's supposed to go in the story. And it is also the sole reason for all the malfunction, as the world started making copies for all the other scenarios. So that's your job, head over to the source worlds and destroy their core. I am guessing you have some more questions, so shoot."
"Why me?" Alex asked directly, "Especially considering I am from Hell and with you knowing why I ended up here. So why not choose someone good from heaven."
"Nothing special, you just happen to die at the proper time." Lucifer answered, "As for your second question, Heaven is under father's control, so a soul leaving there is impossible without him knowing. And finally, about your laziness, here in hell, we believe people can change when they are under agonizing pressure so not a big deal."
Alex nodded trying to understand things carefully. He truly wanted to live again, especially after a day in hell he missed being alive more than anything. So weighing out all his options Alex asked,  "So where will I find these cores?"
"It's Heaven's responsibility to help you with finding it, after all, Hell has no control over you after you leave this place." Lucifer said smiling at his silent agreement, "Oh! and don't worry all this information would be imprinted in your mind, after all, I believe you're still quite hazy right now." 
"That's all good and all-" Alex said, though his condition wasn't so good he still understood his job, after all, what would you expect from a shut-in weeb. Being in this situation was his dream, except in those dreams the one giving him the job was a hot tsundere goddess, not the devil. "-but do I get some wishes?"
"Wishes?" Lucifer laughed, "I am the devil for hell's sake, I give out favors not wishes. Your life, for you to do my job, that's the deal. Nothing more, nothing less."
 "Sire, If I may, I think the monkey has a point." Azazel said, "These worlds are too strange and powerful for someone normal like him. He's likely to die on his very first mission without assistance especially considering Heaven wouldn't be able to help him much right from the get-go."
"Very well then." Lucifer rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers as Alex suddenly began wailing on the floor holding his eyes. 
After moments of Agony, Alex finally calmed down. Opening his eyes slowly, everything he saw was blurry at the beginning but as his vision became clearer he started seeing lines all over the place. Every demon, every object, all of these things had these lines that he could see clear as day. 
Alex already knew what it was, "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception." he muttered as he looked at the devil in shock, and what surprised he further was the fact that he couldn't see any lines on him at all. Even Azazel besides him only had a single very thin line surrounding him, which flickered off and on.
"Remind Heaven that they owe me one for this boy." Lucifer said snorting, "Also, remember these Mystic Eyes are the only eye-related powers you'll ever have. You can't replace it, you can't change it and neither can you add other powers alongside it. Even scraping your eyes off won't work. Consider a flaw in working with the devil."
'So no Sharingan for me, I guess.' Alex thought to himself as he began regretting opening his mouth about wishes earlier but soon shook it off, after all, these Mystic eyes were quite powerful and useful too. And he was pretty sure this was all he going to get from the devil.
"So now that my work is done, it's time for you to leave and start your new life free from hell. You'll be reincarnated into one of the normal copies of the source world as after all, going back to good old Earth is impossible."
Alex nodded understanding his situation, and besides other than his belongings he never had anyone he held dear that he was going to miss back on earth. So he didn't refute at all as all he wanted was to live again.
Lucifer snapped his fingers again as he sat back on the throne watching Alex slowly disappear. "Remember your quest starts after you turn 15 and your memories will awaken a month before. So be as ready as you mentally and physically can." Azazel gave his final advice to Alex.
"Thank you." Alex murmured before he completely vanished from hell.
"It has been a really long time since someone thanked the devil." Lucifer laughed wildly, "He's sure to regret it. After all, my father isn't going to take someone opposing his creations well."
"I worry about him." Azazel sighed, "I wonder if he'll really make the correct decisions this time around."
"It's strange seeing you worry about a human, Azazel," Lucifer said as Azazel sighing handed Alex's report making Lucifer fill with laughter once again.
*End of Flashback*
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Author note,
#The world Mc reincarnated in, is a mixed world of different animes.
#Mc reincarnated as Ryouta Kise from Kuroko no Basket.

Alex is given an option to reincarnate from the devil himself in return for him to travel across the multiverses to destroy their cores as a way to fix god's broken system.
Accepting the offer, he wants to live the life he forsaken in the past to the fullest. But what is up with all these girls giving him yandere vibes.

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          A strange creature is floating in the colorless space. This creature has the appearance of an eyeball, but its similarity with an eyeball stops here. Most of the creature's metallic black surface is covered by glowing circuitry lines that merge into its neon blue iris, and the color of this creature's iris is the same as the color of those circuitry lines. This creature has a light yellow pupil in the center of its iris, which is blinking in a steady interval.
          At first glance, this creature seems like a nightmarish creature that comes out of a sci-fi movie, but this creature is actually the supreme being in [Fictional Realm]. This creature is called [Administrator] and its purpose is to manage the circulation of [resource] that keeps the [Fictional Realm] stable and existing indefinitely.
          [Fictional Realm] is the name of a metaphysical realm made from mankind's collective subconscious thoughts and their beliefs about fiction. It is both illusory and reality, existing as both matter and dream.
          As the manager of the [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] dwells in the centermost of this imaginary universe. Although it never left its dwelling, [Administrator] always knows what happens in [Fictional Realm] because it is omniscient. And with [Administrator]'s authority in this imaginary universe, [Administrator] is also omnipotent. Of course, [Administrator]'s power is limited to this imaginary universe alone.
          With that, [Administrator] is an existence akin to God. No... [Administrator] is the God of this imaginary universe. It is the absolute supreme being above all overpowered fictional characters that were ever being created by mankind's ideas. And despite [Administrator]'s power is absolute, it doesn't mean [Administrator] is without an equal, and truth be told, there exists a threat against its existence…
          The natural counter of [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] — created by the jaded thought and realistic outlook of mankind who was disillusioned by their harsh reality, an existence called [Oblivion] is the natural counter of [Fictional Realm]. Although they were made from the collective subconscious of mankind, which means they share a similar origin, [Oblivion] has an advantage against [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] because of its conceptual nature — [Oblivion] exists only to erase the [Fictional Realm], a nature that presented a gross disadvantage for [Administrator] and its imaginary universe that wants to preserve their existence.
          [Administrator] has tried countless attempts to fight off the advance of [Oblivion], and yet all [Administrator]'s attempts met with utter failure. [Administrator] has sent off the strongest characters — heroes, antiheroes, and villains — from each fictional world within [Fictional Realm], but those characters ended up as insignificant nuisances against the [Oblivion], which devoured them in the blink of an eye.
          Like throwing countless eggs on the boulder's hard surface, those eggs cannot harm the boulder. Maybe, the more apt metaphor is, like throwing pebbles into an ocean. And it was nothing but a waste of resources that could be used for better things.
          Although those characters were powerful, they lacked something that could affect the [Oblivion]. And that something is the [Will of Mankind] from [Reality].
          Coming to that conclusion, [Administrator] had an idea: "What if I summon someone from [Reality]?"
          Since [Fictional Realm] and [Oblivion] were made from humanity's collective subconscious, a person from [Reality] is surely the answer for [Administrator]'s dilemma. But summoning someone from [Reality] is something easier said than done! Although [Administrator] is peerless in the scope of [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] is only peerless in this imaginary universe and cannot summon a person from [Reality] through conventional means that often happened in Portal Fantasy stories. As an aside, [Administrator] intimately knows the concept of Hero Summoning from many worlds within this imaginary universe. After all, all fictional ideas that were thought out by mankind existed in this imaginary universe. And 'Portal Fantasy' is a well-known genre of fiction. There are countless worlds wherein that kind of phenomenon happened.
          Be that as it may, [Administrator] can still summon someone from [Reality], but not through the conventional means that normally happened in those 'Portal Fantasy'-based worlds. Because of the nature of [Fictional Realm], [Administrator] cannot summon this person's physical body. Only this person's ego can be summoned to [Fictional Realm].
          Furthermore, summoning the ego of a person from [Reality] is an arduous and costly endeavor. [Administrator] needs to sacrifice an exorbitant amount of the [resources] generated by mankind's subconscious thoughts and beliefs. And lately, this [resource] is very scarce and enough to maintain the continuity of the [Fictional Realm] while slowing down the progress of [Oblivion].
          It is clear that [Fictional Realm] is currently in a precarious situation.
          The reason behind this [resource] deficiency is, as time progressed in [Reality], mankind collectively become stagnant and lazy because of the convenience of the modern era. They have stopped producing substantial ideas and beliefs, lacking inspiration and imagination, which are important to generate enough [resource] to sustain the [Fictional Realm]. And so, [Administrator] experienced [resource] deficiency. Still, with the mechanical precision in management, [Administrator] was able to save up the extra [resource] for an emergency. It is unclear if its savings are enough to fuel the summoning. [Administrator] has never done this, after all. There is a chance it doesn't have enough energy.
          "Regardless, I shall do it!" The desperate [Administrator] decided.
          And so, [Administrator] consumed its saved [resource] and opened a connection to the collective subconscious of mankind. And just by doing that alone has taken almost the entirety of [Administrator]'s savings, but [Administrator] soon discovers its saved [resource] isn't enough to pull someone's ego from [Reality] to the [Fictional Realm].
          "Should the energy for keeping my realm stable be used for this?" [Administrator] asked and started weighing its decision.
          If [Administrator] uses up its stored energy that must be circulated in [Fictional Realm], countless worlds will cease to exist at once. And without those worlds to slow down [Oblivion], that conceptual calamity will quickly and easily get closer to [Administrator]'s location in the centermost of the [Fictional Realm]. However, if its plan succeeds, it can stop the advance of its archenemy indefinitely.
          It is a dangerous gamble. [Oblivion] will claim it if [Administrator] makes a mistake, but it can also prolong [Fictional Realm] existence if it succeeds!
          After finding its resolve, [Administrator] discovers another problem, it can't just take anyone from [Reality]! It can't summon someone charismatic that can sway the masses, which is the kind of person [Administrator] needs the most! A person with the power to move the masses has an important connection with the collective subconscious of mankind. Someone like that has overabundant resources to fight off the [Oblivion], as well as maintaining the expenditure of [Fictional Realm]. However, that kind of person is very important in the [Reality], and [Administrator] cannot take that kind of person away from [Reality]...
          Well, truth be told, [Administrator] can summon someone like that, but it will cease to exist because of converting its existence into the required [resource] to summon such a person. In the end, [Administrator] narrowed down the list of candidates it could summon without endangering its existence...
          Somehow, all the candidates it can summon are Otaku or Weeaboo that aren't significant in [Reality]. And truth be told, [Administrator] doesn't mind that kind of people because they suit its needs. Being mindful of its expendable [resource], [Administrator] selects the candidates with the cheapest [resource] to summon them.
          From here, the candidates are Otaku and Weeaboo who don't mind getting summoned to another world — people who are delusional and dreamer — they know that being summoned to another world is something that only happens in fiction but they still wish to get the opportunity to experience that. They are people without family or significant others to tie them down in [Reality]. And they consider their life is too difficult, and they yearn to have a superpower to make their life more easy and convenient. These kinds of people are surprisingly many. And so, [Administrator] summons one randomly.
          After pulling the ego of this person, [Administrator] discovers that its connection to the subconscious of mankind has been cut off. Perhaps, it is the instinct of mankind's subconscious to protect themselves. That aside, this happening presents a bigger problem for [Administrator]. Since [Fictional Realm] was cut off from the [Reality], it wouldn't receive the [resource] to maintain the existence of [Fictional Realm]. 
          [Administrator]'s regret is bottomless, but it can do nothing about it. At least, [Administrator] has someone from [Reality] that can become a constant resource generator for [Fictional Realm]. Well, [Administrator] only grasped a lifeline here. Nevertheless, [Administrator] achieved what it sought out even though [Fictional Realm] and [Administrator] is in a pinch now.
          Putting aside its regret and other irrelevant thoughts, [Administrator] begins experimenting with this person. After some time, [Administrator]'s experiments met mixed results. [Administrator] could turn this person into the generator of [resource] to replace its cut off supply from the collective subconscious of mankind. However, the resources it gained was very limited, even below the standard of a single person's worth of resource it could gain from the collective subconscious of mankind.
          However, it couldn't be helped since this person is only a mediocre person, and this person was under outside influence to stimulate his willpower. No matter, what is important is [Administrator] has realized it could cultivate this person to produce more [resource] for [Fictional Realm].
          Other than that, [Administrator] discovered that the 'something' it needs to fight off [Oblivion] can be produced by this person. However, [Administrator] cannot reproduce this 'something' because the production of this 'something' is according to this person's desire and willpower.
          Because of that, [Administrator] is helpless. It cannot just force this person to generate this... All right, let's call this 'something' as a 'vaccine' to fight off [Oblivion]. Although it has absolute omnipotence and omniscience, its power only affects this imaginary universe, and since this person came from [Reality], he is beyond [Administrator] capability to directly exploit him.
          "Was that Mankind's Free Will? Mankind is an amazing creature." Although [Administrator] cannot directly exploit this person's will, it is still feeling amazed by this human.
          After some moments, [Administrator] puts aside its amazement to this human and focuses on the more important thing, "The best method to cultivate this person's willpower is the reward and punishment method. It can also make him cooperative, I suppose. All right, I shall prepare the tool to help this person's cultivation. First, I shall prepare a system that will help cultivate his willpower and make him cooperative to my cause..."
          There are many fictional worlds within [Fictional Realm] with the protagonist — also called the World's Chosen One or Fate's Chew Toy  —  possessing a system. Using one of those systems as the template is an easy thing to do. After tailoring a system, it is the time to pick out a world to transmigrate the ego of this person, and [Administrator] picks out a world it thinks this person will like to be in. Then, it sends the ego of this person to inhabits its new body.
          Afterward, [Administrator] only needs to wait for this person's development...

Reincarnated in the world of anime, acquiring a system, having no responsibility other than thinning out the ever-present 'monsters', getting the opportunity to become powerful and travel to other fictional worlds, and can do anything you wish... even if you want to make all pretty woman yours, conquer or destroy worlds, and other crazy stuff...

Are those things worthy of being a slave in all but name for a higher being for eternity?

Well, let's find the protagonist's thoughts about it in this story!

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The one who came in first was Qiu Zhigao, Old Qiu. At 1.75 meters, he was about the same height as Lou Cheng, but was sturdy with hard muscles, and was enthusiastic about showing off his body and strength in the dorm. He was also as a member of the Martial Arts Club. He had never received any standard martial arts training, and thus he simply relied on his excellent physical condition to reach Amateur Sixth Pin, being just a little below Cai Zongming.
He was not a rude or uncivilized person, being straightforward and amiable instead. He had no serious flaws, except for his craving for dirty movies. What's more, he was sensible enough to realize that it was impossible for him to have a bright future only through martial arts as he was still in the rank of Amateur Sixth Pin after his entrance to the university. Therefore, he devoted himself to study and was even absent from the Welcome Party of the Martial Arts Club.
"Cheng, what did they say at the orientation? What time are the weekly drills? When can we use the strength training gymnasium?" At the sight of Lou Cheng, Qiu Zhigao rattled off questions one after the other, asking about what issues had been covered at the afternoon's orientation.
Taken back, Lou Cheng answered, "I left a little early and didn't hear it. We can ask someone else later."
Since he'd run into that major event earlier, Lou Cheng had forgotten his previous plan and didn't chat with Yan Zheke!
"It would be better for you to stay put." This was said by the second person to come in, Zhao Qiang, who was the dorm leader, a "leading example" and a studying maniac who had a medium height and muscular stature, bushy eyebrows and large eyes. His hard work and self-discipline toward his studies had left a deep impression on Lou Cheng.
"Indeed. Who knew that the orientation for the Martial Arts Club would be so boring." Lou Cheng didn't dare mention the greatest reward he received for attending the orientation: Yan Zheke's QQ number. He changed the subject intentionally, "Qiang, what were you guys talking about a second ago?"
Zhao Qiang answered thoughtfully, "Old Qiu and Model Worker found a phone number on the desk of the self-study room saying that the girl's dorm was looking for a social meetup. I told them to ignore it and focus on studying."
Model Worker was the last member of the dorm, Zhang Jingye, who came from the northwest and had a calm disposition. Despite his good looks when he'd been younger, there were bumps and hollows on his face due to constant exposure to fierce winds and sandstorms, and he thus turned out less handsome than before.
Following behind Zhao Qiang, Zhang Jingye said with a smile, "Was it because our dorm doesn't have any suitable social meetup partners?"
"Sigh, youth is the time of raging hormones. The honest ones, like Model Worker and Old Qiu, can't always control themselves," said Zhao Qiang, while shaking his head and sighing. Then, he dropped his school bag and started sorting out the books.
With a serenity beyond his years, Lou Cheng digested all of the emotions brought on by the Jindan and said, "A girls dormitory phone number carved inside the study room? Could this be a prank, or some kind of revenge? How can it be possible that the girls dorm would ask for a social meetup like this? Aren't you all afraid of getting chewed out?"
There was a landline in every dorm room of Songcheng University, but they had slowly started to die out with the popularization of cell phones.
"I discussed it with Model Worker. That phone number is the same length as the one we have in our dorm. It definitely belongs to the girls' dormitory over there. Couldn't we just change the last few digits to call another girl's dorm? No need to worry about pranks or revenge or any of that stuff," Qiu Zhigao said excitedly.
Zhang Jingye nodded his head and said, "Furthermore, girls will probably prefer this kind of random call asking for a social meetup. It's got a feeling of being brought together by destiny, despite this great distance that separates us, you know?
Lou Cheng thought carefully for a moment, then said, "Not bad, you've thought this through. How about you give it a shot?"
These two had brains!
Zhang Jingye and Qiu Zhigao stared at each other for a while. They were itching to have a try and were both excited and agitated at the thought of making a phone call and meeting new girls.
It was all so impulsive and impossible to know what the result would be. How exciting!
"Old Qiu, you do it," Zhang Jingye pouted his lips and said.
Old Qiu took a step forward, then paused in sudden fear, "Model Worker, it's better if you do it."
"Um, um..." Zhang Jingye was also afraid.
At this moment, as an onlooker, Zhao Qiang said while shaking his head, "You guys..."
Lou Cheng and the others thought he would say that learning was more important and that such youthful temptations were unacceptable, but he dropped his school bag and looked around, then walked toward Lou Cheng's desk and picked up the landline next to the door, saying to himself, "As our dorm number is 302, let’s take the chance to fetch numbers from it as our lucky numbers and just take 32 to be the tail numbers."
Lou Cheng, Qiu Zhigao and Zhang Jingye could only stand there in astonishment as Zhao Qiang shot a sharp glance at them, as if to say, "Bunch of amateurs!"
After getting through, Zhao Qiang was all smiles, and his manner became slightly obsequious.
"Hello, this is from the boys dorm. We just casually dialed a phone number of the girl's dorm, and were wondering if there was any chance a social meetup could be arranged. Are you girls interested?"
"Ummm, our dorms are the Computer Software College."
"We're in Dorm 302, Unit 2 of the 7th Building, and we happened to dial 32 for the last numbers."
"Aren't you girls from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature?"
"Um, um, ok ok, you can ask..."
"Um, um, um."
"Okay, okay..."
Girls' laughter passed from the other side of the phone into Lou Cheng and the others' ears. Several minutes had passed before Zhao Qiang reluctantly dropped the phone and turned his head with a smile.
"It's settled! They've agreed. The girls from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature are going to meet us this Friday and have dinner together. If we get along with each other, we can all go out for a social meetup next time.
"What do you think, not bad eh?"
After he finished, Zhao Qiang noticed that everyone's eyes were fixed on him, but not saying a word. He touched his face and said in wonder, "Is there something on my face?"
Lou Cheng's impression on Zhao Qiang had been completely overturned. Now he had to give him a hard time. He recalled his favorite comedy sketch and pretended to sigh with disapproval while shaking his head.
"I'd have never thought that you, Qiang, could have been a dashing wolf under naive sheeps clothing this entire time!"
Hearing this, everyone including Zhao Qiang himself broke out into laughter. Shaking his index finger, Zhao Qiang said in a singsong voice, "Even a wolf needs love! Even a wolf needs love! Even a wolf needs love!"
Everyone roared in hoots of laughter, but then they quickly switched their subject to the meeting on Friday. Even though it was still Monday, this didn't stop Zhao Qiang, Zhang Jingye and Qiu Zhigao's imaginations from starting and coming up with all kinds of hypothetical scenarios.
Lou Cheng listened for a moment, but then Yan Zheke's image suddenly crossed his mind. His mood returned from its playfulness back to a serene calmness.
Having a crush on a girl, yet still trying to get to know other girls and going out for social meetups... was that the right thing to do?
"I don't care what other people think. I just don't want to take it for granted..." After thinking for a while, he said, "Qiang, I've got something going on Friday. I've got to go downtown, so I can't joint the social meetup this time."
"What thing?" Zhao Qiang asked in surprise.
"Some things are going on in my family." Lou Cheng lied, although he frankly wasn't sure if anyone would buy it.
Zhao Qiang didn't hesitate but nodded his head and said, "Fine. How about you help me to ask whether Casanova is available. After all, we have to scrape four people together, otherwise, it's not terribly polite."
Um, Lou Cheng was taken aback by Zhao Qiang's frankness. It was as if he'd wanted it to be this way all along... Lou Cheng asked hesitantly, "Why do you want to ask Casanova?"
Casting a glance at Zhang Jingye and Qiu Zhigao, Zhao Qiang said with a smile,
"You know that we are all too naive and clumsy when it comes to talking. In a social meetup, you need to have someone who's good at finding subjects to talk about. I was thinking about asking Casanova earlier, but it seemed like five people going together was a bit disrespectful. Now it just so happens you don't want to go, so..."
"Naive and clumsy... when it comes to talking..." Lou Cheng recalled the way Zhao Qiang was chatting up with the girls and stared at him in the face.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Qiang puzzledly asked.
Lou Cheng said seriously, "Qiang, you've become a wolf again!"
Then he stood up and went out to the next dorm to see whether Cai Zongming had returned. The door was left unlocked, and there was only one person in Cai Zongming's dorm, Tang Wen, who was the youngest one in the dorm and had skipped a grade in high school. However, after his senior year of high school, he'd become addicted to the internet and always stayed in his room to play games, skipping classes with teachers who were not stern or who did not give roll call frequently.
"Tang Wen, hasn't Casanova come back yet?" Lou Cheng asked.
Without even turning his head, Tang Wen replied, "No, no one has come back."
Among the two other guys in Cai Zongming's dorm, the first one was Mou Yuanxing. Mou was admitted into Songcheng University together with his girlfriend from high school and thus aroused the envy of all the single guys. What's more, he was always absent until the lights were out in the dorm. The other guy was Qin Mo, who came from a wealthy local family and always sneaked out of the campus to fool around with a different social circle, though he was nice and got along with everyone.
Lou Cheng sighed, took out his cell phone, and walked out to the courtyard of the 7th building. Squatting near the flower bed, Lou Cheng dialed Cai Zongming's number and lit a cigarette.
Some things weren't convenient to talk about in the dorm, so he didn't use the landline.
"Casanova, I have something to tell you." Lou Cheng got right to the point once the phone was connected.
There was noise coming from the other end, but soon after Cai Zongming seemed to have changed to a secluded place outside. He chuckled, "What's that? Why are you in such a hurry? We're still eating hotpot."
"Qiang and the other guys made a random call and found a dorm from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature for a social meetup. They want you to come as you are the Casanova and have your gift of the gab, which is perfect for that situation," Lou Cheng said with a laugh.
"Are you complimenting me? Or insulting me?" Cai Zongming grumbled, "That sounds interesting. I'll have a look, but isn't five people going together a bit disrespectful to the girls?"
Lou Cheng paused and said, "I'm not going."
"Oh, why aren't you going?" Cai Zongming asked in surprise.
Lou Cheng did not keep Cai Zongming in the dark, "It doesn't seem like a good idea for me to go out for a social meetup with other girls when I have feelings for another girl."
"What?" Cai Zongming faltered for a moment and said, "Cheng, a social meetup isn't a date. Everyone's just going out to get to know each other, eat and drink, just broaden their social circle. No one's going to put a gun to your head and force you to date someone. Even me, maintaining my chastity, don't care that much. Moreover, you and Yan Zheke barely even know each other and you've got a long way to go before you can even think about becoming her boyfriend, so what's with all this fussing about?"
"Forget it, I just feel a little guilty. I'm not going." Lou Cheng made his decision.
Cai Zongming asked, "Cheng, are you a living antique or what? I think you could set up your own Chastity Memorial Archway!"
"Whatever you say." Lou Cheng hung up the phone and didn't get up, continuing to squat. He kept smoking his cigarette, the spark of which flickered now and then, lending a great tranquility to the darkness.
With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Lou Cheng empathized with his roommates' horndog behavior, and felt he had also been affected by them. The whole thing was quite interesting; he would like to join them, were it not for his feelings for Yan Zheke.
This was the real college life, hustling and bustling about, yet with enough beauty to make a youthful heart soar skywards. On the other hand, the Jindan was from another world, imaginary and not real, yet brimming with hope.
"After today, how is my own life going to change? Will I impress Yan Zheke with martial arts?"
Lou Cheng sat on the edge of the flower bed and put out the cigarette. He took out his cell phone, logged into QQ and clicked on Yan Zheke's profile.
The courtyard was full of students returning to their dorms in a continuous stream, while the corner was quiet and peaceful as if they were two disparate worlds.


Here martial arts are no longer intangible legends. They have been passed on from generation to generation and from century to century. After the confrontation with science and technology, they have completely integrated into modern society and all kinds of martial arts competitions are taking place across the country as superiority among scholars are hard to reach a consensus but not as difficult among martial artists!
Lou Cheng has inherited the lost skills of the greatest martial arts sect. Towards his original dream and the glory in his heart, he advances step by step, becoming the warrior of this modern city and the hero of the era!

Angor had returned to The Tributary.
Even though he was allowed to remain at Phantom Island, in order to finish Greya's requested illusion item before her arrival at Brute Cavern, Angor had to use his rented lab as it had better equipment compared to what Phantom Island could offer.
He had spent two days in his lab watching movies, but not doing alchemy.
Fusing illusions into items was a very complicated task to other alchemists, but not to Angor, who was both an alchemist and an illusionist.
He was simply trying to find out which illusion to present to Greya.
While in Dark Castle, Greya asked him to create an "illusionary Toby" that she could interact with. To do this, Angor recreated the experience from when he and Toby traveled to Twilight Town. He then put Greya into the first-person point of view as well as adding some elements of the Nightmare Realm into the illusion.
This time, however, Greya did not give him a "subject" to work on. Before leaving Floating Mech City, Greya told him to make a "creative" illusion and "put something that is Nightmare Realm-ish" in it.
The second requirement wasn't hard since Angor was probably the only alchemist in the south who knew how to apply the ambiance of the Nightmare Realm on something.
But creativity? That was too vague.
Creating illusions, even if with some fixed preconditions, already required a lot of creativity and imagination. 
Angor was stumped.
Greya's request was a lot harder than Lady Mirror's "filthy but practical" one. And when thinking about how he still needed to work on another illusion item for Lady Mirror, Angor felt a huge headache.
Thankfully, Lady Mirror gave him a lot of time for this. He only needed to worry about Greya's one for now.
Whenever he needed new ideas, he would immediately refer to his hologram tablet that contained endless knowledge about an entire foreign civilization.
People from Earth had ceaselessly created literature related to supernatural powers even though they did not have such powers in their real lives. Of course, Jon saved a lot of relevant movies and stories on his tablet.
Angor took out his tablet and wanted to find out how people from Earth fantasied about such things.
As he watched more movies, his view of a scholar gradually became that of a dedicated movie lover.
Each of the movies presented him with a brand new world that provided new concepts and ideals. Even though they couldn't wield magic, people from Earth had broader minds when creating fancy content.
Angor, as a supernatural himself, felt greatly inspired after seeing the contribution made by different people from differently-developed regions as well as their various ideas of the imaginary world. 
After watching about twenty movies, he noticed that all of them contained elements of religion. He certainly did not wish to mention anything like that in his illusions since Greya would probably mock the silly idea.
Religions were born when uncivilized people either feared or respected the unknown, and wizards only sought absolute truth in everything. They knew that religions had the tendency to end up as tools for manipulating people's minds.
There was no way Angor would provide such an unproductive "ingredient" to a truth-finder witch.
Still, the movies provided him with a lot of perceptions and insights. When he had watched enough movies, he turned off the tablet and wondered whether he should copy one of the fantasy worlds he saw in the movies.
But he quickly gave up this idea—doing so would be too laborious, and no matter how well he constructed the world, most of his efforts would be pointless as it would remain as illusions.
This time, he decided to base his creation on his experience again by creating a place he was familiar with, such as Witch's Town or Nether City.
As for the details in the area… copying elements from the movies would work well.
He did not wish to add a "main story" this time since not everyone enjoyed being led by the nose. The "ear stud" he gave Greya used such a story because Greya loved spending time with Toby. But she did not ask for something like that again.
Angor decided to create a "sandbox" illusion that would allow people to explore freely.
He was still worried that the elements from the movies might not satisfy Greya's requirement for "creativity". The witch was probably asking for something that could mentally satisfy her instead of mere beautiful sights.
While they were talking in Sunders' manor in Floating Mech City, Greya mentioned that the last illusion helped her "learn something". 
But at my current level, what can I possibly teach a truth-finder?
Angor had no idea. His only option was to proceed with what he had at this moment.
…
As usual, he first needed to determine the material to be used and the general design of the item. This wasn't so hard—he somehow knew Greya's taste, telling from how she always used heavy face powders and particularly bright lip colors.
The item needed to look like something used by a moneyed lady who had a terrible sense of beauty.
Angor would admit that the design in his mind was pretty awful. Yet he'd still do it because it might just suit Greya's style.
One couldn't just put an accessory that looked too moderate on someone with a large violet skirt and dark-red lips anyway.
With pen and paper in hand, he quickly got to his first task.
It wasn't long before he heard Toby calling from outside his door. The hasty chirping suggested that Toby needed something.
He opened the door and was immediately welcomed by a small figure flying joyfully around his head.
"Need something?" Angor returned to his desk and drew an unfinished line on his draft.
Toby waved his wings around and took out a piece of paper from his Snowy Feather.
"Tweet ta tweet!"
"Professor sent a message?"
While Angor spent his days in his lab, Toby would wander freely outside. The bird somehow befriended Iron Granny and would often visit the old woman. After a while, Iron Granny even gave Toby a "passport" for The Tributary.
It wasn't a passport that allowed Toby to use any of the labs. It was one that gave him free access to and fro The Tributary.
Since Toby now possessed passports for both The Tributary and Phantom Island, Angor wasn't surprised to see his partner becoming Sunders' carrier pigeon.
"Did Lady Greya arrive already?" 
Toby shook his tiny head. Toby did wish to see Greya, but he was also anxious about Greya's arrival because of the "training" he received from her not long ago.
Angor wondered what else could possibly happen and unfolded the paper.
The characters that were written on the paper suddenly became alive like tadpoles. They slowly left the surface of the paper and gathered in the air. The image of Sunders was soon projected in Angor's lab room.
Telling from the background, Sunders created the message in his study.
"Angor. Do you remember a monster fox with a harp? It showed up again."
…
Angor put away the message and hurried to leave The Tributary with Toby so that he could head to Phantom Island on his Gondola as fast as possible.
It seemed that "Fox the Harper" and "Froggy the Aria Singer" had returned after escaping from Midnight Sovereign a year ago. They had shown up at Sleepless City, which was part of the Evernight Kingdom, a place that Angor and Sunders visited not long ago.
And like always, they brought quite a disaster with them by coating the outer section of Sleepless City under impenetrable darkness. Apart from a group of wizards who managed to escape by forcing a plane passageway into existence, the other residents in the city were all trapped.
Last time, they turned Midnight Sovereign into a mist-covered, parasite-infested hell. Because Midnight Sovereign was mainly a city of mortals, and Twilight Well was an ordinary wizard market with only a few powerful wizards there at that time, the incident was never considered something too serious. 
However, Sleepless City was a genuine wizard organization who owned a good number of influential wizards.
The monsters assaulted an organization under board daylight!
Angor didn't really care about this matter—Fox and Froggy could do whatever they liked as long as they did not come and bother him.
Even right at this moment, he knew there was a "dragonfly nest" in Pocratee that might release all kinds of horror into Fairy World. And they were free to do so, for all he cared.
Unfortunately, things were a lot more complicated now. Sunders' message just told him that Greya was among the trapped victims.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

"Mam, where would you like to go..?" Asked Lilly 's driver. The driver felt both happy and sad that the young lady has become her old self again. She has lost her appetite and has become a puppet again. But this was much better than how she had been for the past few months. He felt it unbearable to see her at that time when she was heavily down with sorrow. But now, she has become that emotionless bundle of flesh and blood again.
"College.. Just turn off those awful songs, please.. " Lilly now hated songs... she hated movies and there were certain times when she even hated paintings. She fully focussed on studies which has caught a sudden hold on her. She took literature, and now she preferred to immerse herself into an imaginary world now and then, just in case she forgot to breath. She looked at the birds that was chirping relentlessly without minding to halt.
Mrs Mathew was surprised when Lilly told her that she wanted to take literature... She thought if Lilly really wanted to engage herself in something, it would be painting... Because Lilly has inherited one of the most aweful talent of her husband that she hated. She spent hours and hours painting since she was a child. But she never finished a painting, shown any of them to Mrs Mathew as far as she knew. This time Lilly was adamant that she wanted to go to college, even though her mother insisted to do some course at home. Mrs Mathew did not find it worth to argue with her daughter with her precious time, so she finally agreed to Lilly's plead.
"Mam... We are here... Mam?? Miss Mathew??" There was no reply from the back seat.
'She is surely not in sleep.' The driver thought and immediately got out of the car and opened the back door.
"Mam!!" The driver was shocked to find Lilly unconscious.
He immediately sat back on the driver's seat and drove at full speed towards the nearest hospital...
She dialled Mrs Mathew's number, but as he had expected, there was no response... So he texted, "Mrs Mathew, your daughter fell unconscious in the car. I have taken her to the City Hospital.. Please do come as soon as possible..."
The driver took her to the emergency.
....
David was shocked and did not know what to do for a moment. There in front of him drenched in blood, lay the girl he loves He lifted Dona's hand which had a deep cut wound and a knife was lying on the ground which was smeared with fresh blood...
He put his ears close to her chest.. Yes.. Her heart is still beating... David suddenly felt relieved.. He tied his handkerchief tightly over her wound which was oozing blood as if it was an opened tap. He scooped her in his arms and rushed towards his car. He sped at a heavy speed with the wind gushing through the open window. He could see her thick hairs falling on her face, obstructing her beauty to his teary eyes...
"Wait for a little while more Dona... We'll reach the hospital soon... Please don't die..." David's sob was evident in his words. He knew she could not hear him, but he wished she would... He wanted her... He can't let her die...
As he placed her in a stretcher, her blood drenched hand fell, still dripping blood...
The red wet hands felt a sudden life rushing through it as it momentarily touched a warm hand... Bella!!?
Dona wished she could hold that hand for a while.. But she had no strength.. She was traveling to a different world and was momentarily shaken to reality.. she went back to that dreamy unrealistic world, wishing never to wake up again.


Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

Hearing the magnetic voice and the question asked by the old beggar made our protagonist astonished, amazed and confused and he thought " isn't it my destiny become to be a king " then  he asked the  beggar "why i am born in a royal family as a prince who had a chance to take throne and why i am trained in every weapon is there available and why am i forced to learn every Vedas and Upanishads ( Indian  literature) and by heart them until now, war strategies, public administration, economics and I have learned every knowledge that there is available required to be great king...why...why!" he shouted and showed anger towards his destiny.

Bhalla who is shouting at the sky came back from is trance and turn his head towards the beggar and saw the beggar who is picking his nose with his small finger , caused him swallow his one tongue and choke on it. In his mind " what the fuck! i am  filled with rage and sorrow towards my fate and life. this motherfr didn't care a thing and watching it like a bored drama play..Fuck!". this made bhalla more angrier than ever causing him almost cough blood. 

the old beggar  extracted the booger form is nose and making it a round ball at is finger tips asked the prince " Are you talking to me or the sky my prince ". this caused the prince cough blood  like a arrow from his mouth  which was missed last time. Do you think I am screw lose who talks to nature, plants, animals and imaginary friends he thought in his mind . then suddenly a flash occurred in his mind did i really lost my mind causing me hallucinate dog and imaginary old beggar wait then why is my imaginary friend is a old beggar and that to this ugly. 

Watching the prince whose face is making ugly facial expression for his question made beggar loss of words and ask "prince did you lost your mind". this made prince even more uglier face and thought your sister mind is lost, your whole family lost and he suppressed his anger and expression he made his mind calm.Then looked into the eyes of the beggar and not to concentrate on the booger rolling in his hand and ask " great sage then why have i trained like a dog till now if not for to be a king". for that beggar said " Ahhh! you and your family should  get treatment form a psychologist for treating  a child like that and causing emotional scar in a child. do you want me to recommend a doctor ". hearing that "recommend  your father what kind answer is that for my question why should we get help from a doctor" bhalla voiced out in rage. then beggar " see i told you the emotional  scar made you filled with rage and showing signs of psycho behavior. I will give you my personal psychologist number". fuck! you are filling me with rage by your answers and what this psychologist , number bhala asked the sage. "Ahh! they are future words you will know soon"

bhalla calmed his mind and asked " great sage you didn't answer my question please enlighten me please" hearing that beggar cleared his voice once again " how can you choose your destiny. it is the choice the high heaven make for a person and judged by god. mortals with there freewill think that everything is in there hand ". the beggars words made the prince realize and getting clear minded and  causing to view the  whole world in different perspective. 

Watching the spark in the bhalla eyes beggar moth formed a arc and rubbed his nose and said "my prince can you guess the fate of fish". this made him some guess but didn't stated them wait anxiously for the sage to  answer " they have different fate like they may live in lake, river, sea, ocean and an aquarium etc ". 'bhalla lifted his hand ask whats an aquarium '. " Its a future term shut up and listen the fish may be live in different waters and may have fate eat are eaten by other fish are captured by man eaten are showcased in aquarium everything has infinite fates /destines its all decided by high havens not by us understand." 

bhalla is getting more clearheaded  but inside his desire to be king not fading away like its  saying "fuck the destiny, fuck the fate, fuck the high heaven, fuck the god" made his blood boil and his desire to be a king is not lessened a bit and its actually solidify.

Watching bhala's burning desire in his eyes by the beggar made ear to ear smile and  called the prince from his trance and said "my prince i can feel your thinking of big decision to make in your life i will take my leave then". the beggar made motion then prince knelt on the floor bow his head and said " great sage please enlighten me the desire to be a king and my thirst for the throne making me mild headed please show me a way".

 the prince who is on his knees bowing his head down  made the beggar think for a sec  " ahh! its simple my prince just change  your destiny " said with a smile. bhalla who is on the floor  fell unconscious. Fuck your mother, father, sister, whole family isn't that i am struggling for and you came tell me all the bullshit and that is your answer my problem you fucking bastard the prince using these word in his mind.

the sage approached  the prince and said" I CAN MAKE YOU A KING..BUT YOU HAVE TO KILL THE DESIRE TO BE THE KING OF MAHISHMATI".

The prince looked at the sage and said  "FUCK!".

MY VISION ON bhallaladeva, READ IT THEN BITE ME.
IT MAY BE SLOW AT FIRST LIKE INDIAN TRAINS BUT IT WILL BECOME JAPANESE BULLET TRAINS

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged inside the meditation room, holding the jade manual passed to him by the dream master. He had a serious expression on his face.
"The path to become a spiritual knight is made up of only a huge single step! However, spiritual disciples, alchemy disciples and dream disciples are only comparable to Earth Gate martial artists, harnessing only miniature elemental force… Only by breaking through would they obtain elemental force!"
Although he was a dream disciple and held just the basics of elemental force, along with the dream master's consistent and accumulative training, his martial prowess had improved tremendously, considering he was not even a competent fighter at the start.
Comparing with the blood killer who was at a similar level as a spiritual disciple, he originally bragged that he had already mastered blood elemental force, but it turned out that he was just trying to impress others. If he had really mastered blood elemental force, he would have killed Fang Yuan instantly within the first move.
Even so, the blood killer's blood elemental force was still very powerful and lethal. The incident affected Fang Yuan tremendously.
As for now, Fang Yuan was extremely determined to become a dream master to fully control and master elemental force.
"To become a dream master, I have to be true to myself. I am only able to truly master elemental force when I am able to be the master of my own imaginary world!"
"If I had all these powers, fighting the Spirit Returning Sect would be a piece of cake."
Fang Yuan breathed in deeply and began meditating. He allowed his soul to wander into a faraway and unknown realm as he shut his eyes.
…
World of Qianyuan, Continent Tianyuan.
"Oh… It's still this place again!"
During the appearance earlier, Fang Yuan regained his soul and he could tell that he was in the imaginary world.
"To be a dream master, I need to be in complete control of this world of my imagination. For now, I have only accomplished half of it…"
Fang Yuan looked at both of his hands and activated all his senses.
Feeling an abundance of magical energy and a tingling sense of connection with the heaven and earth, Fang Yuan knew then that his skills had improved again.
Sadly, everything that happened in this imaginary world did not reflect reality.
"Disperse!"
With this thought, the original immense power he felt disappeared instantly as he returned to his original self.
As he recounted the internal messages from the real world, every nerve in his system and his internal strength rose within his body. The energies within him activated and created a storm within his body, momentarily creating a semblance of a miniature elemental energy formed by the merging of the yin and yang forces.
After a moment, the heavenly gate opened, and Fang Yuan immediately became a full level 12 martial arts expert.
"Eagle Claw Technique!"
Fang Yuan shut his eyes and his right hand thrusted forward.
"Slash!"
In the direction which Fang Yuan shot out his hand, trees in the pathway of his technique split from the centre. The cuts where the trees split open were as smooth as the surface of a mirror. Fang Yuan's power was greater than in the real world!
However, Fang Yuan was not satisfied, "It's too unrealistic!"
The combat power of a dream master is relatively weak at the beginning. After becoming a dream master, the ultimate goal was to achieve the Prominent Divine Stage!
Prominent Divine Stage?
One's Mind could affect matter and consciousness could affect reality!
Only the dream masters who were capable of actualising objects from the dream world into the real world were worthy to rule, and they can do anything!
Of course, the path to the Prominent Divine Stage was extremely difficult. It was never easy to create objects from nothing!
Therefore, the first thing a dream master had to master would be the laws of reality. A shortcut could be created if a dream world could be moulded to obey and mimic the real world!
Nonetheless, at his current stage, Fang Yuan was far from being able to do such a thing.
After all, he was still unfamiliar with the laws of reality, and needed to accumulate experience. Even his body's physical composition of meridians in his dream world was still far from his actual body's composition.
"How could I even think of trying to elucidate further grades of the Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique with such a weak foundation?"
Fang Yuan shook his head in frustration.
The inability to allow his body in the imaginary world to completely merge and combine with the one in the real world indicated a problem for Fang Yuan. It meant that whatever he could master in this world could not be brought over into the real world as it would likely cause very detrimental effects that could cause a gruesome death should he attempt to do so.
"It seems like… the merging of martial arts powers from the imaginary world to the real world is still very much a work in progress! Is it possible that brute strength is the only way to achieve this?"
As he was deep in thought, several immensely powerful spiritual wills swept by in terror.
"It's that demon!"
"The Apocalyptic Demon is here!"
"Run! Hurry!"
Within several kilometres of Fang Yuan, immortal cultivators were in complete chaos as panic gripped the area. It seemed as though a catastrophe was about to hit.
"Am I that terrifying?"
Fang Yuan caressed his face, feeling slightly troubled.
All he did was to completely wipe out Green Cloud Sect. He could not believe that doing so would give him such a horrific reputation.
However, from the perspectives of these immortal cultivators, Fang Yuan did not just wipe out a major sect. He even took down the most powerful immortal elders of the sect and killed them. This gave him his ferocious and brutal reputation!
"All of these developed from my cluttered thoughts and will continue to evolve by itself…"
Seeing this, Fang Yuan felt deeply relieved.
To take control of the entire imaginary world was in fact his own personal aim. He was not willing to make any compromise to achieve this aim.
He smiled himself and walked forward, paying no attention to the chaos around him.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed.
The original mountainous environment now became masked by a thick fog. This drastic change now seemed to contain several other small imaginary worlds.
As these arrays became suppressed, Fang Yuan was also planted back at his original location.
"Hmm… Just because you guys are able to find this array, do you really think it can stop me?"
Fang Yuan smiled flippantly as his line of sight pierced through the array, looking at the several immortal behind it.
"This time, to take you down, the Tribulation Stage grandmasters from Heaven's Element, Earth's Branches, East's Victory and South's Departure have all came together. The grandmasters from the higher realm have also spared no effort to make their way here, and brought with them the precious and rare Delicate Xuan Huang Array. This array can split the heaven and earth and is considered a rare treasure. It is blessed by the Xuan Huan energy, and can take you down regardless if you are formidable demon from other realms!"
These immensely confident voices rang out continuously from outside the array.
"An extremely powerful gem you say?"
Fang Yuan scoffed and stepped forward suddenly.
"Bang!"
The array changed instantly. Huge bolts of lightning flashed out on the ground and struck out in all directions. All the little imaginary worlds unexpectedly disappeared into little pockets of forces, coalescing as they sped towards Fang Yuan.
Under such an array, it would be extremely difficult for even an immortal cultivator from the higher realms to survive through this!
"I said… I demand light!"
Fang Yuan's thunderous voice shook the imaginary world he was in.
"Shoo!"
Just as he shouted, a ray of light really appeared.
This ray of light was not very bright, but it burned. It was like the first ray of light in a world of eternal darkness. It was unbelievably penetrating and sweeping.
"Snap! Snap!"
Wherever the light passed through, it showed complete devastation and ruin. Even though one sought to completely extinguish all the vile and pernicious forces in this world, they could only slowly melt away under this light.
"Bang!"
After a series of explosions, a huge hole emerged. Through it, one could barely see the blue skies and fluffy white clouds of the imaginary world.
"Impossible!"
The immortals from the upper realms who came to fight off Fang Yuan shouted out in shock and disbelief.
"The most powerful weapon? It has no effect on me!"
Fang Yuan sighed and stretched out both his arms in front of him. Instantly, all the rays of light coalesced on his arms. All the flying rubble caused by the Delicate Xuan Huang Array merged into a crystal luopan and landed on his palm.
As the fog dispersed, it revealed the unfamiliar surroundings as well as the elders and from the upper realms who came to fight Fang Yuan. All of them had the look of utter disbelief and shock.
"How is this possible?"
"This was the most precious and powerful weapon in the world, how did it get defeated and destroyed so easily? It was indestructible!"
"The gem that had suppressed by powers is lost. Could this be god's will?"
…
The immortals looked on in horror and uncertainty at Fang Yuan.
"Enough!"
Fang Yuan shouted coldly. This brought about a deathly silence.
"How dare you come down to this realm out of your own accords? Prepare to face the consequences!"
Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes and glared at a few elders who were obviously guilty of this crime and said, "All of you are guilty, accept your punishment!"
"Heavenly Punishment?"
A few immortals were taken aback. At the same time, a panel of white jade door opened above their heads. When it opened, several bolts of lightning flashed out and struck them.
"Is this… The tribulation to become a deity? Didn't we live through that 42,000 years ago? Why is it starting again?"
One immortal pulled out his moustache in disbelief.
"Do not panic, it might be an illusion to trick us into a trap!"
"Snap! Snap!"
These highly experienced and skilled immortals were also very tenacious. After being calming down, many began taking out their immortal weapons and starting probing.
Almost immediately, a frightening flash of magical lightning struck down and hit a shiny immortal sword.
With a sickening noise, the sword was cracked from the middle.
Its owner who was spiritually connected to the weapon lost the colour from his face and spat out a mouthful of slightly purplish blood, saying, "Not good! It's real!"
"You people could enjoy your freedom after you became immortals. Why suffer the heavenly tribulation?"
Rays of lightning flashed in all directions and the ground trembled. Amidst this complete catastrophe, a few immortals were forced to desperation and executed their most powerful techniques in an attempt to resist.
This was not like a virus. One could not gain immunity just by getting hit once.
Just like a knife wound, it was not possible that just because a victim had a scar from a knife attack meant that he was no longer afraid of getting attacked by a knife again.
Specifically talking about this heavenly tribulation, this was the most feared and horrifying punishment of all. Even the immortals feared this.
"This demon… could even manipulate the heavens!"
"This demon is undefeatable and could even manipulate the heavens… This is either a major catastrophe or an apocalypse!"
Seeing the rest of the immortals suffer and perish in the chaos, the veterans from the previous disaster they suffered 42,000 years ago looked on in submission to their fate.
"The immortal world is the immortal world and the normal world is the normal word. We have already put in so much effort and work and reached this level, why must we still control the events in the world we left behind?"
Fang Yuan looked on as the last bolt of lightning struck down on an immortal which caused him to break into a fit of hysteria. Fang Yuan grumbled silently, disappointed that the rules of this world and the universe were the constructs of his own thinking.
"Okay, now that the external people are gone, it's time to deal with the situation here!"
As Fang Yuan looked at the suffering immortals, he broke into a smile. This made him look all the more menacing to them.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

"..."



Anqi's lips quivered, he wanted to explain himself but was at a loss for words. He attempted to listen in on the other student's conversation to get a grasp of the situation but not a single word reminded him of what was going on. 

In fact, it felt as though his mind was placed in a blender, causing his thoughts to be in utter chaos. The regrets, remorse and untold sufferings he'd experienced washed over and suffocated him.



"Doki Doki literature" which discussion was that again



'Oh, That annoying Doki Doki literature Jing was talking about in class one day . The one with yanderes and killers??'

 

'...  wait am I not supposed to be home right now and didn't Central disappear? Then how... What in the world is going on... where am i..'

 

'Hmm? it was him the one who sent me the box. No... This can't be real, no one has the power to send me back in time but then again if the dead could walk again nothing was impossible anymore! Did I really get a second chance? To think that I was really sent back! This was the time before everything occurred. I've actually returned to the beginning….'



'I can redo everything... My mistakes... I can protect what I've lost, the people that I love!'



'Even if I have to stake life on the line, it's worth a second chance...'



In his previous life, Anqi had simply been too naive for his own good and that alone had cost him, making him eat quite a number of losses. He was too Hot-headed and easily trusted people that he made his companions. During the great escape from school, one of these companions pushed him towards the zombies. Although he had survived the ordeal, he was almost infected and turned into one of them. Anqi eventually recovered but he then fell behind as the other grew in strength,  even more, powerful than when everything had first started.



His hot head had brought about disasters which fell upon his real companions, ultimately causing the destruction of the Neutralizer squad. They were massacred brutally not by the zombies but by those he had trust. Blood flowed like rivers and his crush, the second in command, had been killed for the crystals.


He regretted many things. Why did he trust people? Why must people betray each other? Alas it couldn't be helped, its basic instinct of humans to follow their evil desires when situations are not good and may be the end 


His heart was ingrained with regret and sorrow but alas, his realization dawned too late. Time and time again, day after day, night after night, nightmares stalked him. They haunted him like a shadow, rocking him awake.


During the tough times, the world went under many changes and people were bound to change. The ones he'd held close to heart gradually drifted away and all that remained were just knots of hatred, the urge and thought to get revenge on those that have betrayed him.



His memories were clear as though it had happened the day before. Even after he escaped he realized that the outside world isn't doing any better. Earth no longer had a place for him. There were no safe place from the enemies and the reality of life. Zombies and even creatures more terrifying than that from many different civilizations such as insects sought him out  He had been alone all along until he had received the package that changed his life



Bitterness and sadness overwhelmed him like a crashing wave. Tears filled up the rims of his eyes and his heart shook. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Anqi smiled.



"Sorry, I just wanted you to laugh. You've you put so much effort in this conversation, yet I failed to relate to it, fell asleep and even made you mad."



Anqi's voice rang out. It sounded a little bit different than from usual. He looked the same but somehow different from the past. Yet, Li Jing couldn't tell what the problem was. It was a reflection similar yet different.




"Fine, I will forgive you since you apologized. but, you must join my club. Hand out flyers for the clubs event during the weekend …." Li Jing put out her condition. In her opinion, Anqi would never refuse any requests from girls, much less if it was her personal request.



"Oh, 'Clubs... nah'? I apologize, I'm not one of those 'eat my fill without anything better to do' guys..."



Anqi smirked and looked at Li Jing mockingly 



"Eat your fill without anything better to do? How can you speak like that? Do you look down on my club?"


The wave of students booed, scolding Anqi for having such low IQ and being so rude. After all, many of them have joined this club already and with him saying this does it mean that they have nothing better to do? 



Anqi's words were filled with sarcasm as he spoke, "Clubs are created for people to spend their time on and it is specially made for students who have nothing better to do. It's for you to increase your social life and let you relieve stress at the same time... However, during these apocalyptic times when you may be devoured by insects, betrayed by your closest companions, being torn apart by zombies and living a life worse than death itself by starving to death, do you think all that matters?"



Li Jiayu brought out his cellphone and looked at the time - 2018/5/30 8:10am



"Time is running out. There are less than 3  minutes left before the game begins. It's too late to even notify your parents and other people but since we are "Classmates", I'll give you some more information.....

"We all have taken physics right? and even though some of us may have failed but even so you should know about the 3 dimensions x y and z. That one-dimensional is a line, two-dimensional is a plane, three-dimensional is solid.... and so on. We all know that in this vast universe, there exists an  N number of dimensions. A simpler explanation would be that different worlds and planes exist!, In other words, there are other worlds and civilizations out there in the vast universe and sometimes special events can cause 2 worlds to be linked together"

We all have limited time on this plane of existence, but was it always this short?

We are all puppets under the system.

He who died with regrets but returned to the past, is now determined to cut down those who betrayed him and save those who he couldn't  in the past.
 Armed with the knowledge of the future,he takes control of his own fate.


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