I thought it was wrong at first.  Then the gazes of the demon kings focused on me, Asmodeus clapped and the expressions of the party members were dazed. It started to feel more real for me.

Kim Dokja's Company won the grand prize. However, an ominous feeling preceded any joyful feelings.

The grand prize? Us? In this Duet Between Good and Evil?

The reason for my ominous feeling was soon revealed.

[The good or evil of this year's grand prize hasn't been determined yet.]

The message about good and evil not being determined yet caused a stir among some of the demon kings and constellations.

[What does it mean that good or evil hasn't been determined yet?]

The dokkaebi replied immediately. [The winners of the past 'Grand Prize' were decided by the consensus of the great dokkaebis, the absolute good constellations and the absolute evil constellations. This time, we couldn't come to a conclusion for the first time.]

[You couldn't come to a conclusion? The great dokkaebis?]

The demon kings and constellations looked confused. The constellations belonging to the absolute good or absolute evil would naturally vote for their faction but the great dokkaebis couldn't come to a consensus?

[No such thing has occurred since the Duet Between Good and Evil started. No, it is the first time since the Holy and Demon War ended!]

[You can't identify it? There can't be such a story. The balance of good and evil must tilt either way!]

The agitated constellations and demon kings cried out. It wasn't that they didn't understand.

Many giant story scenarios were determined by agreement or manipulation of the nebulae. Just as Gigantomachia was sold as a type of tourist product, other giant stories were also sold as preferred stocks, making the good or evil of the story already determined.

Yet out giant story was made by completely breaking down Gigantomachia. The giant story of Olympus' collapse was born out of nowhere. Since it was a story that wasn't scheduled in the beginning, it wasn't possible to decide the good or evil in advance.

The dokkaebi laughed like this situation was interesting. [Well, what can someone like me know about the opinions of the big bosses? In any case, we are here to determine if the story is good or evil. If you have any comments, please raise your hand.]

The intention of the dokkaebi became obvious.

...This son of a bitch.

In the first place, it didn't matter to them if Kim Dokja's Company won the grand prize. The important thing was the good or evil of the story we built, since it would change their status.

[This story is naturally 'evil.'] 

The first one to open his mouth was the demon king 'Duke of Everywhere.' Duke of Everywhere. His true name was Furcas, master of the 50th Demon Realm.

[The Demon King of Salvation is a demon king. He is less devious but he is still a demon king of the Demon World. Thus, all his actions are evil.]

Indeed, it was pathetic logic for the Duke of Everywhere who couldn't even spell properly. Then someone in the opposing camp raised a hand.

[I disagree with that opinion.]

Guardian of Youths and Travel, Raphael. Raphael shook a finger and started talking.

[For example, if someone steals something and becomes a wicked person. Everyone in the world called him evil so he became evil. Then what if this evil man used the stolen money to save people? What if he saved a lot of people by giving bread to the poor and water to the thirsty?]

I nodded at Raphael's argument.

[Then is he still evil? Is he defined as evil?]

[Well, that...] The Duke of Everywhere was swayed by Raphael's logic.

At this time, the demon king sitting beside me raised a hand and helped the Duke of Everywhere. [Do you want to discuss the paradox of good and evil here?]

Asmodeus' red eyes were incensed. Come to think of it, Asmodeus owed Raphael a debt.

Raphael nodded. [I can do it if you want.]

Raphael lay on a bed of clouds and flicked his fingers towards the air. Then on the big screen of the stage, scenes of me and the party members performing in Gigantomachia started to flow.

Raphael stared at the screen and started talking. [In the end, all existences are made of stories and stories are made up of the sum of the events. However, it is hard to find evil in the events accumulated in this story.]

The paradox of good and evil. This paradox implied that the good and evil of all beings were defined by the stories built up by them.

Raphael opened his mouth and pointed at the split screens. The first screen was a scene where I visited the Underworld and liberated the giants.

[The Demon King of Salvation liberated the underdogs from the unjust story that suppressed them.]

The second screen was a scene where the party members resisted the transition of Gigantomachia from a tourist destination to hunting the Breaking the Sky Sword Saint.

[The members of Kim Dokja's Company responded to the unreasonable scenario composition of Gigantomachia.]

The final screen was a scene where the party members and I burned the torch and opposed Poseidon, a myth-grade constellation.

[They fought against a major object of force and overthrew the dominance of the giant nebula. Look. Is it possible to find any evil in the events that happened?]

Many of the constellations nodded at Raphael's story, which described the details of the scene. On the other hand, the expressions of the demon kings distorted. At least, apart from Asmodeus.

[How interesting. Then the angels are saying that the Demon King of Salvation might be a good demon king?]

[Are you admitting it?]

[Nope. Your words have a loophole. One, as you say, the stories are the sum of the events.]

Asmodeus grinned at me.

[As you know, a story is never a solitary existence. A story is related to other stories and affects it. It is the same for Torch That Swallowed the Myth.]

At the same time, another screen appeared and started to play. It was the scene of the first scenario. The screen zoomed in on the eggs of the pregnant grasshopper exploded in my hand.

[The Demon King of Salvation left the people on the subway to die. He could've saved everyone.]

Some angels looked at me with dubious eyes.

Asmodeus continued speaking. [There was another thing.]

The next scene that appeared was the eighth scenario. It was the scenario where the strongest incarnation in Seoul sacrificed himself so everyone could live. The screen showed my Eight Lives attribute.

Asmodeus kept speaking. [The Demon King of Salvation had extra lives and knew he was the strongest sacrifice. If he wanted, he could've ended the scenario before there were big sacrifices.]

The murmuring of the constellations intensified. The story continued.

[Sparing those he wants to live and ignoring those he doesn't want to live, the Demon King of Salvation is such an existence. He is a demon king who practices the discrimination that you dislike. Discrimination is the most serious sin in the Star Stream.] As if to declare victory, Asmodeus asked a final question. [Then I'll ask Eden. Do you still think the Demon King of Salvation is a 'good' demon king?]

The crowd fell silent. Some of the angels were watching me with suspicious eyes while many demon kings were smiling.

At this time, there was a constellation who rose. [■■, everyone has such a contradiction.]

It was Uriel.

[The important thing isn't the accumulation of sin but the direction of change through these events. The Demon King of Salvation is heading towards the direction of 'good'!]

[These days, angels are very generous with the definition of good and evil. There is a recent rumour that you have a personal crush on the demon king. Is this true?]

[What?]

[Hmm, I guess it's true. Last time you also wanted―]

Uriel jumped out. [This ■ck ■■ now...!]

Enormous sparks occurred around both tables. There was a flurry of curses between the archangels and demon kings and the opinions became turbulent.

I wasn't the only target. Someone attacked Jung Heewon's killing. Someone attacked Lee Hyunsung's cowardice in the first scenario. There was also Lee Jihye who killed her friend. Our lives, the history we accumulated, was being torn apart.

[The giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth' is revealing its teeth.]

The faces of the party members were gradually becoming pale. They were people who had already been hurt. The people who risked their lives and somehow survived to this point had become the amusement of the constellations.

[Wait! Is it necessary to do this?]

Uriel belatedly noticed something and shouted, but the constellations and demon kings were busy dissecting the wounds of Kim Dokja's Company. In the end, they started to bite at the past of Shin Yoosung and Lee Gilyoung. It was the moment I learnt about Lee Gilyoung's trauma and sponsor.

"Stop it."

At my words, the crowd momentarily turned towards me. I knew it would be dangerous if I spoke the wrong words here.

Now Kim Dokja's Company was like a sailboat placed between two currents. It was a small boat that could sink at any time. However, even a small boat could choose the direction it wanted to go. I was the captain of this boat.

"Isn't this enough? Don't you know that a conclusion can't be reached this way?"

I hadn't intervened because I had been waiting for the constellations and demon kings to realize it themselves.

"Do you think you can decide here what even the great dokkaebis couldn't judge?"

Kim Dokja's Company wasn't good or evil. In the first place, I didn't intend to play with the concept of good and evil set by others.

[Your words are right.]

Unexpectedly, it was the 5th ranked demon king, Black Mane Lion Marbas who spoke. He looked at me and continued. [Surely it is useless to speak here. Stop the useless arguments.]

[Marbas! But...]

[In the first place, I will ask you.] A chill went down my spine. [I will let you decide for yourself. Is this story good or evil? Isn't that why we created this place?]

With this, all the eyes of the demon kings and constellations focused on me. A cold sensation flowed down my spine. Then a system message popped up.

[You have a share in the giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth'.]

[Please determine the good and evil of the story.]

If I chose good or evil here, I would be taking sides with one of the 'good' or 'evil' that they claimed. It would be hard if that happened. It might solve the current problem for Kim Dokja's Company but if we chose good or evil here, a terrible future might occur in later scenarios.

I worried about it for a long time before making a decision. It couldn't be helped, even if I received the criticism of the demon kings and constellations.

"The Torch That Swallowed the Myth is―"

"Good."

I stared at the protagonist who interrupted. The man in the black coat, who had been silent for a while, spoke nonsense. Yoo Jonghyuk kept talking. "This story, it is good."

I was so confused that I closed my mouth. I wondered if Yoo Jonghyuk had gone crazy or if he was trapped by something.

Beside Yoo Jonghyuk, Metatron was slightly smiling towards me. Goosebumps formed on my arm. Don't tell me, the reason why Metatron brought Yoo Jonghyuk...

[Those who have shares in the giant story can claim the right to 'good' or 'evil.']

The subsequent messages caused the mouths of the constellations and demon kings to drop open.

[Incarnation 'Yoo Jonghyuk' has a 22.8% share in the giant story 'Torch That Swallowed the Myth'.]

[Due to incarnation Yoo Jonghyuk's declaration, the story is tilting in the direction of 'good.']

It wasn't only me who could define this story as good or evil. It was because everyone in Kim Dokja's Company had a share in this story.

[Do you approve of the story as 'good'?]

Yoo Jonghyuk was looking at me. It was an expression that I couldn't read. He seemed to be asking me what I would do now.

-Crazy bastard! What are you thinking?

I spoke to him through Midday Tryst but Yoo Jonghyuk didn't answer. I watched him and activated a skill.

[The exclusive skill, 'Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint' has been activated!]

[This person is currently in an emotional state that you can't understand.]

...What?

[If there are no objections from another narrator, the corresponding story will be confirmed as 'good.]

[There are 30 seconds before it is confirmed.]

Dammit, I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on. The number counted down and I heard the demon kings screaming.

I stared at the surprised faces of the party. Jung Heewon, Lee Hyunsung, Shin Yoosung, Lee Gilyoung... They were people I wanted to bring to the end of this world.

I clenched my fists. Our story shouldn't be declared as good or evil. If that happened, I wouldn't be able to reach the correct ending of this world. Now that Yoo Jonghyuk declared it was 'good', there was only one way to reverse the ruling.

[The constellation 'Demon King of Salvation' is opening his 'status.']

Black feathers pierced through my back and small horns rose from my head. The intense sparks caused all noises to subside. I stared at Yoo Jonghyuk and slowly opened my mouth.

[This story is evil.]

TL: Rainbow Turtle

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

What is the Urban legend?

It is a genre of folklore comprising stories circulated as true, especially as having happened to a friend or family member, often with horrifying or humorous elements. These legends can be entertainment, but often concern mysterious peril or troubling events, such as disappearances and strange objects. They may also be moralistic confirmation of prejudices or ways to make sense of societal anxieties.

The Urban legend being spread through the world are as numerous as the stars. They can also be described as a type of desire. For example, a paranormal story, These urban legends involve some sort of creature or object that is paranormal. These stories usually revolve around someone seeing or encountering something of a supernatural caliber.

Urban legends are often spread on social media. A myth can also be linked to viral content on the internet. People tend to share articles that make them feel strongly about whatever the topic of the legend is. People prefer to pass along versions that produced the highest level of disgust. Urban legends can also be referred to as myths or rumors due to their unreliability and lack of credibility.

The teller of an urban legend may claim it happened to a friend (or to a friend of a friend), which serves to personalize, authenticate and enhance the power of the narrative and distances the teller. Many urban legends depict horrific crimes, contaminated foods, or other situations that would potentially affect many people. Anyone believing such stories might feel compelled to warn loved ones. On occasion, news organizations, school officials, and even police departments have issued warnings concerning the latest threat.

Some peoples do believe that they're real, while some peoples don't. But, even some of the peoples that don't believe that the urban legends are real, yet they still think, 'It will be interesting if they're real.'

I am one of the people that used to believe that urban legends aren't real. I am a man of science, although I also am a fan of various fictional works myself.

Why am I say used to? Do you know the "Curse of the red room"?

Let's rewind for a few moments, shall we?

Here's the story,

---

There was a man who was addicted to the Internet. A week ago, he heard about an urban legend about the red room from one of his friends at work. Today, the man looked up to the Internet to see if he could find anything more about it.

"I never thought that a widespread disease could happen in this modern society. I thought human technology in the health department already growing rapidly. But, apparently, it's not enough."

All of sudden, a small window with a red background popped up. Written in the black was the massage,

[Do you like-?]

The man closed the popped up window but it popped up again. He tried numerous times to close it but it just keeps reappearing. He felt pissed off and went to restart the computer. But, before he did he noticed that the message on it was changed. Now, it read as,

[Do you like the red room?]

"What does it mean?" He frowned and his hand reached to the mouse to close it again. But, as his hands reached, he heard a voice...

A childlike voice that whispered on his ears, "Do you like the red room?"

Just then, the screen turned black, and then a list of names appears in red. Among the list of names, he saw the name of his friends... the friends that told him about the red room. Seconds passed and he became aware of somethings.

'Weren't they died a few days ago?'

All of sudden, his vision went black and he lost consciousness...

Days later, there was news about a certain man that died when he was on quarantine. The news said based on the record from the CCTV that the man committed suicide, painting the whole of his room red with his own blood.

Yes, that man was me.

No, I did not commit suicide.

How can I be so sure about that?

Well, as I regained my consciousness, I saw a person. He... was me, my body. I don't know how, but I just know it. I saw my body cut its own vein, and with its dripping blood he literally slowly painted the whole room using its own blood. I wonder why its blood did not run out, but he managed to paint the room crimson red. I watched him from the third perspective, I know that's me but it's not me.

I- I can't go that extreme...

Anyway, I'm dead...

And I wonder what's next, heaven? hell? reincarnation?

---

That's my story, and that was the experience that makes me believe that urban legends are real.

And here I am in front of my PC monitor, with my 'body' laid down behind me. I stared on the screen, where another small window popped up. In it was written,

[Have you ever felt that this world is fair?]

[YES] / [NO]

What do you think? I was dead because of a weird popped up message. Is it fair?

I choose no as my answer. If you're wondering why did I even bother to choose, it's because I can't do anything else, my whole being felt as if I was rooted in place and I can only choose in silence.

Another one popped up,

[What do you think of this world? Is it interesting?]

[YES] / [NO]

Well, no. Some aspect of it was indeed amazing and there are so many things that I've yet to experience. But, overall no, it's not interesting.

[Do you want another chance in life?]

[YES] / [NO]

Yes, I want another shot in life! I'm not satisfied with this kind of ending. I mean, I know that every living being will eventually die. But, I don't want this as the end of me.

[What kind of life that you want to experience?]

This time, it was a pop up without any option to choose. Am I supposed to answer it directly?

"I... I want an exciting life, a life full of wonders. A life which I can be safe together with the people I care about, and a life full of freedom."

[Are you willing to work hard for it?]

[YES] / [NO]

Yes, I am more than willing to whip myself really hard for it to happen.

[Put your hand on the screen and say your name]

I followed the instruction, I raised my right hand and put it on the screen surface. I sighed and closed my eyes, and carefully mumbled under my breath.

"Agon Kongo."

Just then, lights came out from the screen and overwhelm me. I was sucked inside the screen and again, I lost my consciousness.

[Goodbye]

[...]

-ERROR-

[Collision data...]

-ERROR-

[Fusing...]

A man died, and he fused with the soul of someone with the same name as his.

With the combination, born something new. No, nothing magical happened such as he instantly becomes the strongest being.

With his both ruthless and merciful traits, he's one unique person in his own way.

Let's see his journey through the sea of the stars.

---

The cover is not mine

India is the country known for its wide culture and tradition .India is even older than the history itself. India is carrying much more secrets with itself and it is none other but one of the most haunted historical ruins bhangarh fort .

presently bhangarh is a village situated in rajasthan alwar. nowthesedays bhangarh Is considered as the india''s most haunted place 
looking this place in a geographical way it was found in 1543, 383m of elevation and situated at the edge of the siriska tiger reserve.
now the interesting part about this book is what happened in the history which made this  place so spooky ,I mean how this ruin became so famous overnight .


to be honest many questions came in my mind when I heard of it well let's get into history....so bhangarh fort was built by kaccwaha rajput well there are two legendary myths connected to this spooky place ....

according to the first legend king madho Singh had to request permission from an asectic named balu Nath to expand peripheries of the fort . balu Nath lived in the nearby cave. the sadhu made the king to promise that the shadows of the fortress never disturb his meditation or will never touch his cave at all by promising this madho Singh tried every possible way to keep his promise buy it just didn't worked .one day when the sun shifted towards winter south the shadows grew longer and touched balu nath cave woken from his meditation the tantric cursed the town in anger that the people living here would not be able to live under the roof in vicinity.

and talking about the other legend myth the story itself speaks about the gorgeous princess ratnavati of bhangarh ,the daughter of chatr Singh the praise of of beauty was spreaded all over and due to her beauty she was having the attention of powerfully and wealthy suitors and as usual every story has a evil part this too had one there was a tantric lived nearby named singhia . singhia was known for his well versed black art talent but the unfortunate of the Princess the tantric fell in love deeply with the Princess . by his heart he knew that a princess would never be attracted by a tantric so singhia decided that if he can't get his love by wisdom he will get her by his art in which he was very well versed .the tantric tried many times to cast spell over the Princess so that he can get his princess but everything his attempt was a big fail.

one day singhia found princess's maid buying perfume for her highness and cleverly singhia handed the bottle of perfume to the maid but as we all know that that evil things come with a noise ..the Princess came to know about the evil act of singhia by listening all this she became furious and in anger she threw the perfume bottle which struck singhia and the tantric died . after few time in that only year the Princess too died with many civilians because of the mughal attack in their Kingdom .

well these were the two legendary stories tied to bhangarh...well now also every roof constructed in bhangarh doesn't takes time to collapse it is also said that the singhia is still waiting for his love to get back .


if we see these two stories in a paranormal way so these two are connected with each other because every curse need a source to live for centuries and that source is evil spirit well if we connect the both stories we will find that the first story when the sadhu cursed the whole town it just needed the evil spirit to be carried away for centuries and the singhia spirit is carrying this curse to the centuries .


at the end bhangarh is still a mystery some says it's all a superstitious thing and some says that it is the fear which can be felt even now in this century .people believes that it is princess ratnavati who will free bhangarh from the curse they believe that she will come back ,now what is the truth behind this is still a mystery .

Venus' POV:

Many years later...



"Have you ever heard about Hades' love story?" Umiling kami. Welcome to 21st Century Literature class. My one and only favorite subject and welcome to Queenville International University. It's a night school by the way. "Maybe this will change your minds about Hades." And meet Ms. Dodds, our professor for this subject. 

Nag-story telling na ulit ang prof. namin. Mahilig kasi mag-kwento talaga 'to. Minsan dito na lang nauubos ang oras namin. "So you're telling me that Hades is not really the bad guy here." Ani ni Luna.

"Hades fell in love with Persephone and decided to kidnap her. The myth says that in one of the rare times he left the Underworld, he traveled above ground to pursue her, while she was gathering flowers in a field." Kwento nang prof. namin.

Lahat kami ngayon ay natahimik tungkol sa love story ni Hades. "He may look bad from the outside but he is all good; with a big heart inside of him." Dagdag pa ni Ms. Dodds. 

After all this time akala ko talaga bad guy si Hades hehe. Napaka judgemental ko naman. Well, sabi nga nila:




"A girl wants a bad boy who will only be good just for her." 







"If greek gods have histories and been involved in literature, why can't there be vampires?" I asked. 

Oh shame on me. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Venus Serene Reignhart. And the other one is Luna Marie Cordelia. I love myths and histories. Kahit alam kong sabi-sabi lang 'yon, naniniwala pa rin ako na totoo talaga 'yun. Paano nila mailalagay sa libro 'yun kung hindi diba? 

"Oh Venus. Greek gods aren't real. Vampires mo pa kaya? It's just only a myth." 

Sabi nang medyo walang mood kong kaibigan ngayon, Halley Gem Estella. She's a bit cold pero kalog. Don't worry she won't bite. Pare-parehas kaming introvert actually. Halley loves music. She can even play guitar.

"Sobrang common na kasi nila Zeus, Poseidon at Hades. Bakit hindi naman nila i-kuwento ang tungkol do'n?" Sabi ko kay Halley. 

"Baby girl, kakanood mo nang Twilight 'yan. Isa pa pare-parehas lang sila hindi nage-exist." Sabi naman ni Halley. 

She's missing my point. Mukhang lutang din si Halley ngayon haha. Hindi niya ako magets eh. Bakit nga ba kasi ako sa kanya nagsasabi? Hindi naman kasi siya prof. namin hahaha! "Everything alright Ms. Reignhart and Estella?" Lapit nang prof. namin sa'min ni Halley. "Ma'am, I think Venus has something to ask you about myths." Sabi ni Halley. Argh! Wala naman akong sinabi eh. "What is it?"

Sige na nga minsan lang din naman ako magtanong at magsalita dito sa klase na 'to. Masyado kasi akong shy type eh. "Go on. Malay mo masagot ni ma'am 'yang mga thoughts mo." Bulong sa'kin ni Halley. Sabagay. Dapat naman kasi talaga sa kanya ako dapat magtanong hehe. 

"Ma'am, if there's a myth about greek gods, why there isn't about vampires? They are mythical creatures as well." Mukhang parehas lang ako ng maririnig. 

"Honey, they're not real. It's just a bad element and imaginations." 

"But greek gods aren't real too, right? They are also myths. Same as the vampires. So why they don't have stories like Zeus and Hades?" 

Mukhang mapapa-debate pa yata tayo nito kapag masyado kong pinaglaban ang tanong ko. Argh. I hate debates. 

"Look students, I'm just teaching what's inside the books and powerpoints. Ito lang naman ang nandidito. But it's an interesting question you got there Ms. Reignhart. But sadly I can't answer it. Maybe you can find the answers of  your own and write about them." Hmm. Kinda motivates me though. Umupo na ako ulit. 

Paano nga kung mayroon talagang gano'n 'no? "We have the same thoughts you know." Sabi ni Eliana.

Eliana Soleil Sunniva, ang instrumental naming kaibigan. Instrumental tawag namin sa kanya kasi halos lahat yata ng instruments kaya niyang tugtugin. Super duper gifted ang ate mo. 

"'Yan ang epekto ng fantasies sa inyo." Sabi ni Halley. Wala talagang mood ngayon 'to. Ang sungit eh. "Try reading sometimes Hal. It's just the whys and whats, thoughts of Venus." Singit ni Luna. 

"Besides, I find vampires are really good." Sabi ko. Well, there's always a good side naman diba? Si Hades din naman hindi natin akalaing mapagmahal eh. 

"Seriously? They will just suck the blood out of you. They are not good." Depensa ni Halley. Mukhang parehas tayong may pinaglalaban haha. "Why are you so grumpy?" Tanong ni Eliana. Yeah, why you so grumpy ate Halley? Sinaniban ka yata nang alien at ang sungit mo haha. "Sorry. Maybe because second day ng red sea ko." Sagot ni Halley sa'min. 

"That's not an excuse. Second day ko rin naman ngayon." Sabi ni Luna. Wow ha. Sabay pa talaga kayo buti hindi kayo sumasabog nang sabay. 

"Sinisipsip din ba kaya nang bampira 'yang ganyang dugo?" Out of nowhere tinanong ko 'yon. Kung ano-ano kasi napasok sa utak ko ngayon eh hehe.

 "What the hill Venus?!" Gulat na sabi ni Luna. "That's the most disgusting  thing anyone will do. Ew!." Nandidiring sabi ni Eliana. Akala mo talaga siya hindi nag-iisip nang gano'n minsan "Dugyot." Sabi ni Halley. I just laughed at them. What am I thinking? Hahaha!

"That's all for today. Class dismissed. See you tomorrow. And go home straight." Sabi nang prof. namin. Uwian na guys. Makakakain na rin kami waaah! I can already smell the streetfoods waiting for us to make tusok.

"Is it possible for a vampire and human to fall in love?" 

"Sinisipsip pa din kaya ng isang bampira ang dugo ng taong mahal niya?" 

"May puso kaya ang mga bampira?" 


Venus Serene Reignhart, a softie sixteen year old who loves reading poems and believed that vampires, werewolves and other myth creatures exist. Even she haven't seen one yet. Until he met Daevin Valentine, a mysterious guy who made her world upside down. 


Let's see if we can make our imagination real...

THOSE OTHER MORE MYSTERIOUS FOLKS.

In the section above, I have introduced to you the most common folk of this continent. But aside from those folks, there also stories and sometime artefacts which was left behind by, said… more mysterious peoples, drown in myths and legends. So let talk about them.

The lizardman

All the information I had acquired about this race of peoples, only come from folk tales. Those tales spoke of a strange folks called Lizardman, tall creatures they are, approximate 2 metres high, with a flat nose-less face, big mouth and eyes and a snake like neck. Their face and limbs all covered in reptile-like scales, difference from other folks they only have 4 fingers and toes instead of five. The tales also says that they are extremely strong and fierce, and use to be an elite force in service for Varlann empire in the Hundred Years War.

At first, I thought this is just myth of the Valaurea's folks. Until one day, I have a chance to visit a wealthy nobleman and be shown his collection of artefacts. In that big display hall, many of his collection of ancient vases and paintings, contain depiction of long neck tall figure. But I still remain sceptical and think those were just a stylized depiction of human for some ancient artistic preference. Until he shows me a skeleton, although the skeleton is only partially completed of an upper body but it has me intrigue. Now, I'm not a medical student or anything like that, but I still thing I have some knowledge about the human skeleton through books I'd read. And that skeleton's skull, is lack some feature, that is the frontal bone is smooth and the nasal bone is missing. Especially is the neck, human neck only has 7 bones, but the skeleton he shown me have 15. Not only that, the forearm's bone is exceptionally long, almost as long as my arm. An interesting specimen indeed, maybe lizardman is real?

The Dragon folk

Like Lizardman, this is a very mythicized race, and I only known through stories. And the stories don't tell much information about this people, they don't leave behind any monument, ruin, or tomb, temple, neither any writing. Only painting, artistic depiction and literature of other folks about them and the retold of their folktales. But one thing for sure that is the Dragon folk is indigenous people of Varlaurea. The tales says, their appearance is resemblance of the Downers and Uppers except for horns on their head. They also say they're exceptional in magic, some say they're even powerful than the mages of other folks. Their magic ability also allowed them to communicating without open their mouth, so that's why they don't have the need for writing. Especially they excel as true transformation magic, and able to transform into all kind of shapes and size, but they're fond of a shape that resemblance what our world's image of a dragon. Anh the tales also state, that they had a conflict which escalated into a full scale war called "the Hundred Years War" with the Elvas.

The name "Dragon folks" in fact was created by me based on their appearance when transformed.

The Elvas.

All my information about the so call Elvas is just like of the Dragon folks, which it not much, these two are the most mysterious races of this continent, and mysterious of them all is the Elvas. No one knows the Elvas origin, neither their history. Are they also immigrant like the Uppers, Downers and Orc? If so where are they come from? When did they came? No one knows. All of the oldest stories I had found say nothing about their origin, just some simple statement that they have been on Varlaurea for a long, long time.

From the description of legends, they're tall, elegance and beautiful. Always appeared with a long, colourful hair, they lived harmony with nature and in many beautiful cities amid the forest in the northern part of the continent.

I had once visit a site that believe to be the ruin of an Elvas city, at a big forest of Varlaurea, the forest called "the Internal Forest" because the locals said in ancient time, when the Elvas still dwell in the wood, due to their magic, the forest's foliage is always green despite the seasons. Stand among those vine covered ruins I wonder. Who are these peoples? And if they're real, what are they look like? What does their language sound like? And the most importance thing is what kind of story they would tell me? Gaze upon those ruin, all I can says is "it's a shame"

From "A journey to Varlaurea continent" by Chickknight Greenleaf.

Chapter 2 "The folks of Varlaurea".

from the journal of Chickknight Greenleaf

Jason decided to spend his time in this city and looked around this foreign city.
"Let's go out and see how different it is really from Freyton"
Jason said and walked out of the hotel, his biggest problem right now is the language, he couldn't understand what most of the people walking in the street were talking in but he didn't mind it at all.
He decided to enjoy his time in this foreign city.
While walking in the street he would, of course, get noticed by few locals because he looks foreign to them so he caught their attention, it was nothing but normal as foreigners are always noticed in public so it didn't matter.
Jason's charm was also able to make some women attracted to him, some of them approached him to talk to him but due to the language barrier, it didn't go any further.
While he was in the city he was able to hear some interesting urban stories of this city, what interested Jason the most are these Urban legends, he always wondered why his city Freyton didn't have any urban legends, he always wanted to research some of these urban myths as he got addicted to horror and thriller type of movies.
Walking around the city he found some people who could speak English and decided to talk to them, seeing that Jason is a foreigner and wants to learn about their culture the people here were not rude to him and told him about the culture, when Jason asked them about the urban myths of the city the people here also got excited to tell Jason about them.
Everyone likes to talk about urban myths and Jason being the foreigner they would love to see his expression when they tell about them to him.
Jason was also interested, one thing he did know is that these urban legends have a 50% possibilities of being true as it was seen or experienced by someone and the other 50% is just hoax made up by kids and adults just for some short fun which gets spread by people after getting viral.
"You should listen to this one, there is an urban legend talking about a being called Rake, they say it looks like a giant humanoid skinny dog with no fur, it is very silent when moving around, it is said that this being called Rake would watch you sleep and when you finally feel its presence it will attack you and suck your blood dry"
A man said to Jason.
Jason got interested in this legend, even though blood sucking is mostly related to Vampires Jason knows there are other beings who do drink blood to sustain themselves, what Jason is more fascinated about this Rake is that it would watch a person sleep like a sick old pervert and only attack when they wake up and notice the Rake.
"Have there been any cases of these Rake?"
Jason asked
"Yes, there were some cases stating that the victim had all their blood drained from their body and they had huge bite marks all over their body but the police just said it was some serial killer who found his or her's next victim"
Another one said.
Hearing this Jason could tell that this might be a supernatural case but he still won't believe it fully because people have the tendency to tell more than they saw, that is how any stupid rumors start.
"There is another one, its called the Shadow Person, it is very scary when you think about it, they say that when you are sleeping you suddenly feel someone standing next to you and when you wake up you feel paralyzed, your whole body is unable to move as you will be able to see a black shadow on top of you staring into your eyes, these shadow people are very different, everyone who saw them have different reaction, some of these shadow people will try to choke and kill you while others will just watch you as you try to move to struggle from your own sleep paralysis, I would never want to experience something like that"
Another one said shuddering from chills he got when he narrated this myth.
Even Jason is fascinated by this myth, these Shadow people, he has heard about these beings before, he usually read urban myths and he has heard about these Shadow people many times, they are all over the world, some believe that these beings are from another dimension while the scientists who don't believe in supernatural say that its all your brain acting up strange.
The things that Jason has seen from the time he has become what he is now, he won't completely deny anything that has so many witnesses, multiple people saw these shadow beings all over the world while they are asleep, sure there was something to it and Jason was curious about it.
The deeper he got himself to the supernatural the more he felt excited.
"I have lots of fun with you guys"
Jason said and left, he then continued roaming the city while he was unaware of the people who are currently outside the city surrounding the half-eaten dead bodies.
"Who did this?"
A middle-aged man with silver hair and brown eyes asked as he saw the massacre in front of him.
"We don't know, elder, there are no witnesses, a car was found outside the nearest city, the killer must have killed them and entered the city, he was smart enough to not take the car into the city, we have nothing to track him down"
A man in a black suit said.
"This person killed the future clan head and her cousin who was a potential husband of hers, whoever this killer is, he or she will pay"
The middle-aged man said and looked at the two burnt skeletons on the road.

A Gangster with a twisted mindset finds out that the world he lives in is not what he expected it to be.
Supernatural beings, magic, he gets involved with all these, how will he thrive in this world which becomes completely foreign to him, maybe the answer is to turn into something that is truly foreign to the world itself.



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It was another morning in the underground world. The microbes lit up the white clouds in the same order as they dimmed them during nightfall, and shone the light on the prairie. The natives of this world had a unique understanding of the cycles of day and night, as well as wind and rain there. They believed that a huge monster was breathing smoke at the edge of the world, thus forming the clouds. A huge flamingo called Cudra flew out of the nose of this monster every morning and lit up the clouds so that the world below would receive light.
The team came to a slope near the ancient city of Dorasil. Vivian and Hao Ren were standing at the highest point overlooking the city. Several small bats were hovering over the city, using ultrasonic frequency to scan the megalithic ruins. Vivian was looking for the part of the town she had seen in her illusion.
They had brought Gezer and Bonia too. Bonia was praying to the clouds with her eyes closed. She chanted some obscure words that seemed at odds with her age. Meanwhile, Hessiana was bored to death. She asked Gezer, "What is Bonia doing?"
Gezer explained, "The saintess is thanking Cudra, the flamingo for lighting up the sky and bringing light to the world, and praying that Cudra would remember to return to the nest on time when the dusk falls to avoid the world from falling into the legendary 'Light Burial.'"
"Light Burial?"
"If the flamingo forgets to return to the nest, daylight will linger on as the clouds light up for a dozen days and nights. The temperature of the world will rise, and light will burn the plants—myth has records of several of these events." Gezer explained the myth of this world to Hessiana. "If this happens, saintesses, elders, and warriors of all tribes will go to their respective Pillar of Eternity and knock on the outer shell of the pillar to remind Cudra to return to the nest. When Cudra returns, the daylight will end."
The phenomenon Gezer mentioned was the occasional imbalances of the fragile ecology of this world. As everything existed here relied on the shell of the cradle that the First Born created, the slightest fluctuation of this system would cause unimaginable turbulence to the world. The so-called 'knocking the shell of the Pillar of Eternity' should work, because this was the only means the surface creatures could communicate with the First Born in the underground. The Pillar of Eternity was connected to the nerves of the First Born. But these things had been given a mythological origin. Hessiana could only pout when listening to the story. "That's interesting, very interesting."
Vivian directed her bats to focus on the largest pyramid on the fringe of Dorasil. "There is a large hollow space inside the pyramid; the hollow space should be the passage to the underground. A few pyramids in the surroundings have tunnels connected to it. Bonia, do you know about the legend of these pyramids?"
Bonia had just finished her prayers to the clouds. She trotted up the side of Vivian. "The Great Pyramid is your throne, and the pyramids in the surroundings represent the three kingdoms, three countries and three dominions of the Sun Dynasty."
"Have you ever checked what is beneath the city?"
Bonia thought for a moment and shook her head hard. "Nope! Because the city is sacred, the foundation of the city is the foundation of the world. It is in the neck of the giant, Toka. If we tamper with the city, Toka will get angry and fling the world off his back into the chaos. Of course, that shouldn't be a problem if you want to do that. Isn't it?"
The little saintess still retained her curiosity and rashness of her age. She believed the mythical stories were true while at the same time she needed the Goddess' confirmation. Vivian was startled a little. "Oh, Toka... In your mythology, I was said to have built the world on the back of this stooped old man. That's imaginative. How did you people come up with this?"
Bonia blinked. "Is it not true?"
"If you think it's true, it's true." Vivian smiled and patted the little saintess on the head before pointing at the Great Pyramid. "Let's go there."
The Great Pyramid of Dorasil was just for decorative purposes. Built with white stones, it occupied one-tenth of the city land mass. The side of the pyramid facing the wilderness was smooth and without a staircase. The side facing the city had an unusually wide staircase, stretching from the bottom of the pyramid right to the flat top. On both sides of the stairs, mysterious reliefs covered the entire surfaces. The reliefs depicted the flora, fauna, and social life that existed during the Sun Dynasty; it looked almost as if a history engraved on the stone. They had not the time to look at the reliefs when they came to the city earlier. When they looked at it now, they were awed.
Vivian stood at the bottom of the staircase and pointed at the reliefs that stretched up to the top of the pyramid. "The correct way to view the reliefs is from the bottom up. It is about the history during the final period of the Sun Dynasty. At the bottom are reliefs of animals and plants. Further up is social life. Nearer to the top are reliefs of people taking refuge in the highlands and wilderness. If I'm not mistaken, the abstract image at the top of the pyramid describes the final stage of the world: the closure of the heaven."
Hao Ren stroked the old, weathered stones with his hand and asked casually, "Is the thing we are looking for underground?"
"Yeah. The entrance is here, but I have to find a way to open this thing," Vivian said while looking at the small pyramids around the main one. "I remember what I saw in the blood-crystal illusion; these pyramids are light-activated and connected. The stones have sealed the entrance; we need to activate the mechanisms."
The MDT vibrated on Hao Ren's shoulder. "That's easy. All you need is the support of a large engineering team."
Hao Ren swept the MDT off his shoulder. "Get lost! Don't you know this is a cultural heritage? Are you telling me that you intend to blow up the temple of the natives here?"
Vivian could care less about their bickering. She walked back and forth in front of the reliefs, trying to recall the memory in her mind. It was difficult to remember something that initially did not belong in her memory. Since the real thing was in front of her now, it became a little easier. At last, she came before one of the reliefs on the base of the pyramid. At the center of the reliefs was a pattern of the sun shining on the earth; this was what she was after.
Vivian's ran her fingers across the rough radiant lines of the sun relief. "Sunshine, the symbol of the old world. In this world, the 'sun' is the synonym of 'ancient secrets.' So you need to open it here..."
She knocked the relief three times and shouted in the language of this world, "Praise to the sun!"
Hessiana smacked on the forehead. "That's weird! The ancestor of the Blood Clan is praising the sun!"
Vivian shot her a glare. "This is a password!"
"Looks like your password doesn't work." Hao Ren pointed to the relief.
Yes, nothing had ever happened when Vivian chanted 'praised the sun.' The relief did not light up; the pyramid did not move. Things became quiet as before. Vivian's brows pulled together and then she knocked again. "Probably bad connection... Praise to the sun!"
"Praise to the moon?"
"Praise to Mars?"
"Praise to Saturn?"
"Praise to the Titan II? Praise to Arcturus? Praise to Pollux?"
The MDT suddenly swooped over to stop Vivian from shooting in the dark. It emitted a laser beam, cut the relief, and produced a hell lot of sparks. "You have to know; this thing has been here for ten thousand years! Do you think that the voice-control switches here are as durable as the Empire's?"
The MDT dialed up the power of the laser beam, and the slab just came off like a piece of cheese before others could stop it. But the MDT had been cautious; it scanned the structure behind the slates while it cut. Two slabs came off along a strange line and fell on the ground, revealing the perfectly intact internal.
Complex runes and beautiful crystals were inlaid on a metal-cast substrate. Things looked mysterious and primitive.
The MDT emitted a blue light as it scanned the ancient magic symbols, trying to figure out their meanings while it released some tiny electric sparks to stimulate the crystals. "I should be able to initiate the mechanism... if the buried part is durable."
The electric sparks hit the ancient symbols. Seeing this, Turcan whispered to Kassandra, "Those secret agents in spy movies use this spark trick to steal vehicles." "I think the trick will work on motorcycles too."
Hessiana could not help but mutter after listening to their conversation, "I can't understand how that would work when it comes to hacking a freaking ancient ruin."
While the three of them discussing among themselves, the 'car booting trick' the MDT used had worked.
The ancient runes lit up, and grinding sound came out from inside the pyramid. As the noise increased, the ground began to shake!


As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

Third person's POV

Dave smirked at Steve who was still patiently waiting for his extraordinary explanation with wide eyes. " So...the 'White Dragons' is a rumoured mafia gang said to have been ruling our town for almost a decade now. Most believed that they are one of the most dangerous mafia gang that history books have ever come across. They are wicked, sly and sick if you ever end up being at their mercy. People believe that they very smartly wiped out the 'Dead Angels' gang who had this town under it's iron grip for decades.

It's said that the 'White Dragons' took over their place 10 years ago after murdering the French leader of the Dead Angles gang in a gruesome gang war. He was killed by the current leader of the 'White Dragons'. He is rumoured to be a walking devil with intact human skin. His name is enough to cause fear shivers to run down once spine. People say that he has the strength of an elephant and a mind which is more cunning than a fox, a deadly combination indeed. 

Their existence is still a mystery to a lot of people including the city's most intelligent crime officers. Some believe that they're a myth and some say it's a made-up story by the journalists to help them increase their TRP.

Nevertheless, the journalists are still looking for clues to prove their existence and when we talk about journalists comes the police, who for some unknown reason hate the journalists. So, they are trying to prove that White Dragons do not exist.

After Dave finished his not so unusual Dave-like speech, Steve instinctively clapped for his friend. " Wow, man....I never knew such a thing existed. The story was quite interesting though. But why is the White Dragons' gang suddenly being the centre of talk?" Steve asked quirking his eyebrow in confusion.

" Well....for that....you might want to have a look at this, mate," Dave said pointing at the image below the article that he was reading moments ago. It was an image of a corpse said to have been murdered by the White Dragons. " Wow, the bullet hole on his forehead looks nasty. It must have been a dead shot" Steve said in a perplexed tone while Dave nod his head, agreeing with his usually playful friend who had suddenly gone serious.

Steve was lost in thoughts still looking intently at the image in the newspaper. " You have something to say?" Dave asked getting wary of Steve's sudden change of demeanour. " Hmm....what do you think Dave? Do you think that they're just mere myth? An imaginary tale told by the journalists for their own benefit?" Steve inquired being genuinely curious about the story told by his friend.

" Well....if you ask me I would say that whatever things that the journalists have stipulated might not be entirely true but I do believe that there's no smoke without fire," Dave said scratching his chin. " Ah, C'mon....for once try talking without riddles" Steve whined in anticipation waiting for Dave to continue how he saw things from his point of view. For all he knew, his friend would definitely have a well-reversed explanation and a theory that could beat the reports of the town's well know detectives. The way how the cogwheels turned in his friend's mind had never failed to amaze him from the day they bonded.

Dave chuckled at Steve who's patience was running low for every passing second. He took a deep breath before he continued. " Alright! What I am trying to say is that White Dragons, for sure is not a myth. They very much do exist and most of the stories that we hear might be true but with less exaggeration compared to the things we read in newspapers. Now, you might ask me how come I'm so sure of their existence" Dave questioned arching his eyebrows at Steve. Steve nodded his head up and down vigorously.

" Thought so" he smirked and continued where he left. " Think about it. Our town is well known for all those dark things that happen even in bright daylight. The shooting encounters of previous mafia bosses are proof to all those things that took place at our town. As far as I know, the mafia world is something that can never be destroyed. Like energy, it can only be converted or passed down. When one mob boss vanishes, another one takes his place. 

If you paid close attention you will be aware of the crimes that had only increased by the past few years even after wiping out the mafia family. And when I say crime, it's not just burglary, chain snatch or street fights. The crimes that I am talking about are those fatal once like kidnapping, human trafficking, smuggling, murdering and plotting bomb blasts.

Like I said if one goes out another one fills it's place. One can say that all these things might be due to individual crimes done by different people. Well, even I don't oppose that thought but what makes all these crimes different from individual crimes is that there has never been enough evidence to find the one who did all those wicked things. Previously, when someone commits a crime they will surely get arrested sooner or later, no matter how smart they think they are. They never escaped from the hawk eyes of the city's police force but these people never even got suspected. 

Also, the reason why I am telling all these might be a doing of a mafia gang is that one can never escape the clutches of law unless they have a powerful figure who happened to save them or make the law's eyes go blind every time they indulge in an illegal act. There must be a powerful, influential, and significant form of individual who must have been helping them all these while. It's either that or they might have found a way to infiltrate into the powerful social circle of our town" Dave finished his speech with his signature smirk.

"Wow..." Steve gaped at Dave not knowing what to say. Dave's little speech rendered him speechless. However, there was still one burning question, swirling in his confused brain. He contemplated asking the question. Nevertheless, his face gave away his inner turmoil, alerting Dave.

" Still not satisfied with my rationale?" Dave chuckled making Steve shake his head left and right. " Not like that man, but I am just wondering how come you're so sure that this guy has been murdered by the White Dragons," Steve said in a confused tone. " A very good question indeed. I was actually waiting for you to ask this question. Seems like you have been paying attention" Dave snickered making Steve scoff in return.

" Now, you see this corpse" Dave pointed at the image in the news article. Steve came closer and looked at the image of the corpse intently. "Look at his nape. There's a tattoo of W and D which has been written in the form of the flames coming out of a dragon's mouth" Dave explained tracing his finger on the tattoo he was talking about. 

" Wow, these guys are fucking insane. They actually went to the extent to tattoo their victims. That sounds like some next level shit, bro" Steve exclaimed at Dave. "It's just their way of showing the public that they aren't a myth" Dave shrugged while Steve continued looking at the tattoo suspiciously.

*Zooming into the picture of the tattoo*

Jenny's POV

*Zoom out*

" How long?" I asked in a hard tone looking intently at the picture of the familiar tattoo" It has been 2 days Mam" Siraj said in a gruff tone. I pinched my nose bridge in frustration. I could feel that same irritation getting into my system, since the day I started handling this case. It was the same headache all over again.

The same tattoo.

The same perfect headshot.

The same place where we picked the abandoned corpse.

The same intelligence force.

The same bloody White Dragons.

And finally the same me.

Everything seemed the same. No change what so ever but the annoying truth was that we still can't get to them. We had nothing in our possession that could seal their fate to the prison walls. They left nothing behind that gave away their involvement except for that good for nothing tattoo which they had never forgotten to imprint on their dead victims. 

In a way, it was a treat. A warning that they had deliberately sent to our way. They were trying to make a point to never mess with them. It was a way, to show the public that there're always 2 steps ahead of us and we were stupid enough to think that they're untouchable. But to their utter disappointment, that's not what we are and if they thought so, I might as well say that they have underestimated the intelligence force.

That's because when the police and journalist were fighting over their existence we had already managed to spy their in and out dealings for the past one year. We made sure they were always under our radar even without them knowing about it. We dugout their history and all their dark dealings outsides the country. We even knew that the latest bomb blast was their doing. Sure, all of that was never straightforward in the first place but at the end of the day, we were no fools. We already had enough force and information to ambush them. Yet we hadn't made a move til now. 

Because we were patiently waiting for the big fish to come out. Our ultimate aim was the leader, not his minions. He had masked his identity so well for all these years until it gave a headache to our IT intelligence. He surely is a master in this hide and seek game. That I had to give him.

However, it's his loss to not know that I am a seeker in this game and seek I will do. I am not going down without a fight. If he wants a game. Then, I game shall we have. " Mam, here's the file you asked for" Siraj's voice made my head jerk towards him. " Have you done what I told you earlier?" I asked going through the file he had given me. " Yes, Madam" he mumbled. " But Madam, are you sure this is going to work?" he asked hesitantly.

I closed the file abruptly and stood up and sighed. " Siraj...all these while we have been playing this game our way which probably is the reason why we're still slacking. Now, it's time to play it his way. Trust me when I say, this might be the only way" I said with determination. He gulped audibly. " In future, whenever the history books start singing the glory of the White Dragons, it will end the song with my name being said at the end. And I will make sure of it, Siraj. In all my years of experience, there hasn't been any criminal's record that I had failed to close. This one here is not going to an exception either because it's time for us to end the legend.

Meet Diya Sharma, a 23-year-old free-spirited girl who has mastered the art of blocking bullshits being thrown upon her way. She walks on the streets without giving a damn about what people perceive of her. She dwells in her independence and strive for wisdom. With a personality as strong as ox and a temper as short as a half taken breath she is ready to slay her way through this cruel world or that is what people think of her. None thought that the ever strong hard-headed girl was still battling with her inner demons from her devastating past that left her broken and scared and she wishes it to be that way. She is a college student at day and a feisty bike racer at night under disguise. She goes by the rule No dates, No hates. She was a mystery to most around her who wished to break through her resolve. Will she always be a mystery? 

Meet Rahul Singh Ranawat. He is a 25-year-old self-made billionaire. He is known for his arrogant and ruthless behavior. He is always into business and never fails any of his deals. Girls swoon over him and he enjoys the attention that he gets from them. However, he never took advantage of any girl who was after him. There was not even a single girl who didn't fall for his charms and this made him think his single smile was enough to lure any girl. Is it always going to be like that?

She has a past that is haunting her.
He has a present that is draining him.
She seeks peace.
He wants to avenge.
She hates attention.
He dwells in it.
She masks herself to hide her scars.
He wears those scars to remind his existence.
She never wants to trust.
He does not want to be trusted.

Fate does it's magic and their destinies collide. Will she get her peace or will he satisfy his thirst for revenge? Or will they both not get what they want? Her past is connected to his present and his present is connected to her past. Let's see how they find the missing puzzles of their lives by revealing the hidden secrets that had been buried along the time

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Mafia(check)
Past, vengeance, hatred, love, friendship(double check)

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