A boy starts his first day of High School.

"Why is the back of the classroom door a mirror?"

The rays of sun penetrated down through the leaves...i saw something far away from me, it was a small Hut. A dream chanter made of mirror pieces catched my attention. It slowly moved along with the breeze. I heard footsteps rushing towards my direction.without any second thought I run  towards the hut. I knocked three times, no one replied. The door was open... 


The sound of footsteps was getting closer. I locked myself in the hut and waited for the footsteps to get disappear. Hours passed, I stopped hearing footsteps. I peeked out through the window,It was pitch black . I moved to my left... I felt something.. it was a lantern.. I lighted it up with my lighter. 

I holded the lantern in my right hand and start searching the house for food. But the thing that freaked me out was that the small Hut's interior was fully made with mirror. The samll lighted lantern in my hand made the whole room to shine like a sun. Even the floor was covered with mirror, I walked to a room which was not covered by mirror. The Hut was so small from the outside but the inside is much bigger and luxurious. which was quite surprising. 

The more I walked towards the door , I felt something was following me. I reached out to the handle of the door, it was made of crystal. I slowly opened the door, the creaking sound of door filled the whole room. Inside that room, it was a very large mirror bounded with golden frame. I saw nothing else but me reflected in the mirror, a six foot tall 24 year man with pale skin. I saw the men I hated most in the world, it was me. I lifted the lantern towards my face which was covered in blood. I walked closer to the large mirror and mumbled myself looking to the mirror " I wish I  forgot who I am".suddenly the ground started shaking... I run towards the door of the room ....but it was locked up from outside. I turned towards the big mirror, the big mirror was lighted up and had seven colours of the rainbow. It dragged me inside of the mirror... I saw the colors I never seen before... I was no longer in my world anymore..

Chapter Two:
Who is that girl staring back at me?

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Lyma woke up on a queen sized white bed in a dimly-lit room. Only small wall-mounted lamps and the light from the big window beside the bed illuminates the room. It is already deep into the night which means that Lyma have slept through-out the afternoon and early evening missing her dinner.
Lyma sat up and look around. It's dimly-lit but still you can see most of the parts of the room. She moves towards the left side edge of the bed and stood up. The room is divided into two sections. The first part is where Lyma is, the bed chamber, it has the queen sized bed on the center and two large windows on the sides. There is a single door on the right side wall and a small coffee table and divan on the left side. Facing the bed chamber is the second part which is separated by a thin white veil that overlaps in the center. She walked towards the veil. She was surprised that the two parts does not only is separated by the veil but a three-stepped stairs. Which makes the first part, bedchamber, elevated than the second part which is some kind of a small receiving area with an office table.
Lyma descended the steps and examine the place. From her point of view, on the left side wall is a double door which Lyma thought is the entrance to the room. And just three to four steps from the door is a small receiving area with two large and long navy blue sofa that faces each other and a gold-rimmed glass table between them. Then on the right side is a large brown wooden table that's like an office table of a president parallel to the door and behind it is a wall embedded bookshelf. On the wall facing her, behind the first sofa are a series of large glass door cabinets that holds different things such as stones and gems, colored liquid substance in multiple jars, and a couple of framed preserved-flowers. It's a like a collection. And Lyma thought for a moment if the book mentioned Pandora having a hobby of collecting stuff. 
'As far as I can remember, there was no mention of Pandora's hobby other than she enjoys going to the garden and taking care of the rose flower beds.'
Lyma walked towards the door and open it slightly. Peeking outside, she saw only a long hallway with a series of small wall-mounted lamps. On the left end of the hallway is a large window while on the right is corner wall. Lyma was about to close the door and return back inside when another door opened on the same side as hers near the corner wall.
"Your Highness?" A small voice came and Lyma suddenly recognized it. The girl is holding an oil-lit lamp on her right hand and is walking towards Lyma. "Do you need something, Your Highness?" She asked and Lyma can hear the grogginess in her voice. It seems like she just woke up or rather woken up. Then Lyma remembered something crucial whenever Pandora sneaks out to wander around the palace alone. Pandora never goes out her room's door. The King have hired someone to put on a spell on Pandora's door. Whenever the door will be opened, her personal attendant will be notified immediately. And Pandora's personal attendant's name is Lilian Grace Parindough in short Lily.
"I just…woken up."
"Then you must be famished. I shall inform the kitchen to prepare you something. Please do wait inside your room for now. We shall bring you your food as soon as possible."
Lyma wanted to argue that she is far from being hungry but Lily is already on her way down the hallway.
'That girl moves fast! I just blink and she's already a few steps away.'
So Lyma went back inside and sat on one of the sofa facing the bedchamber. She leaned on the backrest and stared nowhere in particular.
'What's really happening?'
Everything was serene and so thoughts flowed out of Lyma's mind. Thoughts that have been suppressed during the day. She thought back to the very start of everything.
'I can remember having the attack. The scrutinizing pain in my chest. The struggle to breathe.'
She can still vividly feel everything. It's as if there is a large screen in front of her that plays her life's last scene.
"I died." She whispered.
It was a lonely death. She was alone. There was no one who could have helped her. No one beside her.
'If I was not that lucky to survive the accident I would have died with them.'
Her mind wanders to that time. The time during the accident where leads to her being an orphan.

It was a fine chilly night. The sky is clear and stars together with the moon are brightly shinning. She's sitting at the back seat of their white sedan car and her mother and father are singing along with the familiar music from the car's stereo. It was the music that haunted her for several weeks after the accident. Lyma was holding her favorite toy, a white bunny, which she received on her ninth birthday. It was a medium sized stuffed toy which Lyma can hug from time to time. It wears a two piece clothing, a dark blue crop top and a golden yellow ball skirt, and a red ribbon on its head. She named it Snow. Lyma was busy playing with Snow when suddenly a bright blinding light made her looked up and the next thing she knew she was upside down and smoke is everywhere. It was hard for her to breath and her vision is hazy. She cannot see everything clearly, just a little bit, because of the beam of light ahead. She can see Snow below her, its white fur now covered with dark dust and flecks of blood. And because of the beam of light she cannot see her parents. She tried to call for them. She called for help. But no one answered her. And no one did even after.

A soft knock brought Lyma back and she just noticed the stream of tears on her face. She quickly wipe them using the back of her palms. Just then Lily entered the room with a food stroller.
"Dinner's here, Your Highness." She said and then placed the covered food on the table in front of Lyma. "We have prepared a light dinner since its already quiet late. I hope it is to your liking, Your Highness." She said as she opens the food covers. Then she adjusted the oil lamps inside the room, beside the one in the bedchamber, to its full capacity.
"I will be leaving. If there is something that you have in need of just ring the bell, Your Highness." She placed a gold bell on the table and then went out of the room.
She's alone again. Lyma stared at the food in front of her. In Lyma' point of view it's just a bunch of leaves and vegetables. She don't know what the food is called and how it taste exactly.
"I'm not really that hungry for some reason. But there's no hurt in eating something prepared just for you. Oh well!" Then she dive in.
It did not take Lyma long to finish everything. And much to her surprise it did taste amazing. She rang the bell and instantly the door creaks open. Lily went in and proceeded to clean the plates. Then she moved the food trolley outside.
"Is there anything that I can be of help, Your Highness?"
"Lily." Lyma wanted to confirm if she was in fact Lily.
"Yes, Your Highness?"
Lyma don't know if she's happy or not that the person in front of her is indeed Lily, Pandora's personal attendant.
"No. Nothing. You can leave now."
"Alright. I shall wake you up in the morning. I shall be leaving now." Lily bowed to her and went out.
'According to the novel Lily and Pandora have a close relationship. But I feel like it's different.'
Now in full light, Lyma can see in full the entirety of the room. The room is painted yellow and the pillars a dark shade of blue. The cabinets that made Lyma wondered a while ago is not just wooden but has this reddish color finish and gold rimmed on the edges of the glass doors. The chair behind the office table is colored red with gold designs on the header part and the handles. Overall the room's color theme is yellow-gold, blue and red. And somehow its Lyma's favorite color coordinates since these are the primary colors which is very common among clothes and things.
'Did I really went inside a book? How would that happened?' Lyma massaged her temples.
After a minute of cracking her brains for an answer for her confusions, Lyma once again took a look of the room and noticed the cabinets. Lyma neared one of the cabinets. The ones with the preserved flowers. Lyma can only identity a few of the flowers inside. Daisy, sunflowers and mostly roses. Other flowers that of color blue and violet are familiar but Lyma forgotten their names. There are also quite a few flowers in red and white that Lyma is not familiar with.
Then something caught her eye. Her reflection. It's not a clear reflection since it's a glass that she's facing but it reflective enough for Lyma to noticed something in particular.
'My eyes!'
Lyma blink a couple of times and tried to stare harder on her reflection. But nothing changed, she did not see wrong. Her eyes are different. Or should we say it's normal. She no longer have the same set of heterochromia eyes.
She quickly spun around. She looked around and tried to spot a single mirror. But there is none! The room does not have a mirror!
'This is impossible. Who would have a room without a single mirror in it? Maybe it's just somewhere not easily visible.'
She walked back inside the bedchamber and looked. She opened the bedside drawers.
'Even a compact mirror?!'
She's already reaching the peak of her frustration level when she noticed the door on side.
'What's that door for?'
She slowly walked towards the door and grabbed the handle. What greeted her is a small dimly-lit room with just a single oil lamp illuminating. The lamp is just beside the door frame and so Lyma reached for it to adjust the light. Then she found what she was looking for.
'There you are.'
She rushed towards the big wall mounted mirror only to stepped back three steps after.
"Who…?!"
Eyes wide, she gape at the reflection in the large mirror in front of her.
'Is that me?!'
She did not only have a different eyes but a whole different body! From head to toe, it's different. Originally, she have a long wavy hair but now she has longer black straight hair. The length almost touches her buttocks. Her eyebrows become broader and darker. And of course her eyes, they no longer are green and blue but hazel colored eyes. Her nose is thinner and sharper. Her lips, from having thin upper lip and full lower lip that is almost the shape of an apple to wider and heart shaped lips. Her face structure is also visibly different. Her jawline is more prominent. And the mole! The mole on her neck is no longer there. In replace are the moles on her lower right eye and her chin. Her skin is also paler than before.
"I look totally different." She breathe as she walk back to the front of the mirror. She stared at her reflection, mainly on the color of her eyes. It was her favorite part of her appearance. It's the only thing that reminds her of her parents that she can carry anywhere she goes. And now it was gone. Tears instantly stream down her face as she tries to let everything sink in.
"I'm no longer me. That girl on the mirror is not Lyma. I'm not her anymore. This place. This body. This appearance. They are all Pandora's. And right now she's me. I am her. I am Pandora."
Right after the words left her mouth. Something inside her somehow unlocked. Something was freed. And she felt that freedom. As if she was flew out to the sky.
Then light started to emit from the mirror. Right at the reflection's chest, where the heart is. The light grew stronger and instinctively she blocked it using her arms. Then she felt warm envelopes her. It's like the sun's rays are shinning on her, giving her warm. And the warmth made her relaxed to the point of sleepiness. Her eyelids become heavy. Then she fell to the floor in a thud.
The light from the mirror ceases and the room was back to how it has been. Just then, a mysterious silver came out from the mirror and made its way to Pandora's left ring finger. Knotting itself and disappear leaving a small shimmer of light.
The room's windows then opened and a light breeze entered her room. The door to the small room where Pandora was laying creaks open and the breeze went in and instantly coated Pandora's body, lifting her into the air and guided her body towards her bed. As if its task was already accomplished, the breeze exited the room through the windows. The windows then closes as if nothing happened.

'System Notification: Body Adjustment Measures in progress. Post Memory Removal in progress. Pre-Reincarnation World Data Modification in progress.'



Afterlife? Reincarnation?

What really happens after we die?

If there really is Reincarnation, then that's good right? But how do we reincarnate?

In some myths you'll cross a bridge. Of course in order to cross to the other side you'll use a bridge right?

And that bridge....is the World Reincarnation System.

Desiree gasped, and raised a hand to her mouth in shock. Where her bungalow had previously stood, there was now a large half-timbered building. She frowned in confusion. Was she going mad? Her home had been a simple one-storey bungalow with plain, whitewashed walls, identical to the other buildings in Walnut Close. But what stood before her was a large, three-storey building, with a black timber frame surrounding a pale plaster infill. As she gazed upon this new structure, she wondered where it had come from, and what had happened to her bungalow.
She looked around. There still did not seem to have been any reaction at all from any of her neighbours. Surely they must all have heard the impact as the falling piece of sky crashed into her bungalow? Had not one of them even looked out of a window to see what was going on?
But the cul-de-sac was still deserted. Not one of her neighbours had emerged from their own modern semi-detached house to investigate the loud crash. Not one of them was staring in horror at the debris that now littered the road. Not one of them had rushed out to check that she was alright.
She frowned angrily, annoyed by the implication that none of her neighbours cared about her well-being. What if the falling piece of sky had destroyed their home? She would certainly have rushed out of her home to check that they were alright, and to offer any assistance she could. She sighed. Perhaps they were all too worried about what would happen if they were seen outside during the day. But surely the authorities would be understanding, given the circumstances?
She shook her head. Confusing thoughts were hurtling around her head. The bungalow had been destroyed. Her bungalow! The sky was falling in. The sky! Her head was pounding, and things were not making any sense, so she closed her eyes and tried to think rationally.
How could the sky crack? It was the sky, not a glass bowl! How could a piece fall from the sky and destroy her home? That was clearly a ridiculous notion. Even if the sky were actually a glass bowl that had cracked, a small piece of glass would not be enough to completely destroy her home. And where had this large timber-framed building come from?
She felt a sudden gust of wind, and heard the soft rustling sound of the leaves in the trees. It sounded like they were whispering furtively among themselves. Her head pounded. Was this all a delusion brought on by her headache?
Desiree opened her eyes, and looked around once more. There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there seemed to be something different about the world. She looked upwards, confused. There were no cracks in the sky. How could there be? How could she have imagined that there were? Now she was absolutely certain that she was going mad.
She sighed in resignation, and looked around at the fragments of debris that were scattered across the road. Clearly, something bad had happened. Had something crashed into her home? Or was she imagining the debris as well?
She rubber her temples. Her headache was still pounding away. She tried to concentrate, and focussed on the large timber-framed building that stood before her. As she cast her eyes over the structure, taking in every structural and ornamental detail, a wave of relief washed over her. The slate roof was still intact, and the timber frames did not appear to have suffered any structural damage. None of the windows appeared to have been broken. There was some minor damage to the plaster infill, but that could easily be fixed. Whatever it was that had fallen from the sky, it didn't appear to have caused any serious damage to her home.
Rubbing her forehead once more, she stumbled wearily along the path leading to the front door of her house. She stepped absent-mindedly over the small pieces of debris that were scattered across the path. As she opened the door and stepped inside, these small fragments of brick, tile, plaster, and glass all seemed to melt into the ground, as if they were cubes of ice left outside on a hot summer day.
Desiree closed the door and leant wearily against it. Her head was still throbbing. She wasn't certain that she knew what was going on any more, or even if she believed what she had seen with her own eyes. She sank to the floor in despair, and placed her head in her hands. Was this what going mad felt like?
Inhaling deeply, she attempted to pull together all the disparate thoughts that were running around in her head, to try to make sense of everything that had happened. Had she seen cracks form in the sky, or had she imagined it? If the cracks had been real, what had happened to them? Did a piece of the sky fall to the ground, or had she imagined that as well? And why was there still that nagging thought in the back of her mind that something had somehow changed?
She clambered unsteadily to her feet, using the door handle as a support, and staggered into the front room. She carefully made her way around the coffee table, worried that she might collapse at any moment, and slumped into her rocking chair. Still breathing deeply, she reached forward and picked up her mug. She took a sip of the tea. It was stone cold. She sighed with disappointment, and struggled to her feet.
She noticed that the book she had been reading was lying on the floor next to the fireplace. She groaned as she bent down to pick it up. Her back still hurt from her earlier fall.
As she stood back up, still groaning, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the small mirror above the fireplace. She frowned. Something wasn't right. She stared at her reflection for a moment, puzzled. Certainly it was her. 45 years old. Dark skin. brown eyes. Long black hair. And yet, there was something not quite right. Weren't there pictures above the fireplace?
She looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in order. Her rocking chair sat next to the coffee table, opposite the brown leather couch that lay against the wall to her left. The wall to her right contained the sooty, blackened fireplace with its ornate mahogany surround. Within the fireplace sat a small mound of chopped wood, ready should she ever need to light the fire for warmth. Directly in front of her, against the back wall, sat the ornately carved oak sideboard and the solid oak bookcase stuffed with tomes on a variety of different subjects.
She frowned. There was definitely something not quite right about the room, but she couldn't work out what it was. She glanced down at the book in her hand, and smiled ruefully. Sighing deeply, she tossed the book on to her rocking chair and headed out of the room, along the hallway, and into the kitchen.
She tipped the contents of her mug into the kitchen sink. As the cold tea swirled down the plug-hole with a soft gurgling sound, she shuffled wearily over to the worktop behind the door, where the kettle stood waiting to be used. She placed her mug on the worktop, and retrieved a fresh tea bag from the nearby caddy. She dropped this into the empty mug, and inspected the kettle. There was clearly not enough water left to make a mug of tea.
She picked up the kettle with a mournful sigh, and shuffled back over to the sink. Holding the kettle under the cold water tap, she filled it with just enough water for a fresh mug of tea. A thought suddenly occurred to her as she shuffled back across the kitchen. Why do kitchen sinks have separate hot and cold taps? Surely having a single tap would be better? That way, you could easily mix hot and cold water to get the temperature you wanted.
She placed the kettle back on the worktop and switched it on. Suddenly frowning again, she looked back at the sink. She could have sworn that her kitchen did have a mixer tap. But the evidence was there before her eyes. She shook her head sorrowfully. She must still be imagining things. Like the cracks in the sky earlier. Had it all been brought on by her headache? 
She looked around, frowning once more. She was beginning to get the same feeling in the kitchen as in the front room. Something was not quite right. For one thing, she couldn't remember where she had put the painkillers. She pulled open the nearest drawer, and peered inside. There were a variety of items within the drawer; batteries, food bags, even a torch. But no painkillers. She rooted through the other drawers in the kitchen, her search becoming ever more frantic. Was she losing her mind? It seemed that she was losing her memory, at least.
Soon she had searched through all the drawers in the kitchen, without locating any painkillers. She was certain that she had some left, that she hadn't already used the last ones. In desperation, she flung open the door of the cupboard containing the glassware and other drinking vessels. Ah! There they were! Nestling behind one of the spare mugs. She shook her head, a mix of relief and confusion etched on her face. What on earth had possessed her to hide the painkillers there?
As she retrieved the small box of pills from their hiding place, she sighed in resignation. Perhaps this was just another side-effect of her headache. Or perhaps she was going mad. Either way, there wasn't much she could do apart from take some painkillers and wait for her headache to subside. She opened the box and tipped two small white pills out on to the worktop, before placing the box back in its hiding place among the tumblers and mugs.
While she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned wearily against the worktop and looked around the kitchen. Perhaps if she worked out what was wrong in here, she would be able to work out what was wrong in the front room as well.
It was a reasonably well-appointed kitchen, with a free-standing gas cooker and large fridge-freezer. The sink sat in the corner by the window, separated from the cooker by a small draining board. Jars of herbs and spices lined the worktops that ran along two of the walls. Various culinary implements hung from hooks on the wall. Some of them she had rarely used. Others she barely recognised. She sighed again. She still couldn't work out exactly what it was that was wrong. She turned and glared at the kettle. It seemed to be taking a long time to boil.
Sighing impatiently, she looked out of the kitchen window. The garden outside was in need of some attention. She screwed her face up and tried to remember when Martin, the gardener, was next due to come round. It must be in the next couple of days, judging by the length of the grass, but she couldn't remember exactly when. She sighed again, and looked back at the kettle. It still hadn't boiled. Why was it taking so long?
Suddenly, she froze. She was sure there had been another splintering sound, similar to the previous ones only much quieter. It had seemed to come from one of the rooms upstairs. A puzzled expression crossed her face. But her home was a bungalow, wasn't it?
She moaned in anguish and shook her head violently from side to side, to try to banish the confusing thoughts that were flooding her mind. Of course her home wasn't a bungalow. Her home was a large three-storey house. Why was she imagining that it was a bungalow?
She sighed and rubbed her temples again. If only this blasted headache would go away, she would be able to concentrate properly. She thought she had better go and investigate this latest noise. In any case, the kettle still hadn't boiled yet.
She strode purposefully out of the kitchen, heading along the hallway to the bottom of the stairs. As she passed the line of family photographs that hung on the wall, they started to sway gently in the light breeze generated by her passage. In the front room, the rocking chair started to move slowly back and forth, creaking softly with each change in direction.
She tilted her head to one side as she climbed the stairs, listening for any further noises. But it was still deathly quiet. She stopped at the top of the stairs, and looked out of the window. The branches of the nearby trees were swaying gently in the breeze, but she could not hear any birds singing, or any sounds of traffic on the nearby main road.
She groaned. Maybe the pounding of her headache was drowning out all other sounds in her head. She rubbed her forehead, and pushed open the door to the bathroom. She glanced inside. Everything appeared to be in good order. Nothing was broken. She pulled the door shut behind her, and moved along the landing towards her daughter's bedroom. She could now hear a soft, fluttering sound, like a piece of loose fabric flapping in the wind.
She pushed open the door, and looked inside. The bedroom had lain empty for the past few months, as her daughter was away at university. She looked around the room. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, but nothing appeared to be broken, or even out-of-place. She frowned as she looked at the large mirror on the side wall. Behind the mirror, the paint was flaking off the wall, in places revealing the bare brickwork. She had intended to repaint the entire wall at some point, but had never quite got around to it.
She turned and walked out of her daughter's bedroom, closing the door behind her. She pushed open the door of her own bedroom, and peered inside. The room was dark. She was briefly overcome with panic, as she wondered why the room was dark, and what terrors were waiting for her in the darkness.
She took a step backwards, and the feeling of panic subsided as quickly as it had arrived. She shook her head and tutted, chastising herself for her gullibility. Get a grip, Desiree! She had simply forgotten to open the curtain that morning. She strode purposefully over to the window and pulled the curtain back.
Light flooded into the room. She looked around, and sighed with relief. Nothing appeared to have been broken. The mirror on the wall was crooked, so she straightened it. The ornamental owl on the bedside table was facing the wrong way, so she turned it around. Nothing else seemed to be out-of-place, so she turned and headed out of the room.
As she moved along the landing and approached the door to her mother's bedroom, the fluttering sound became louder. Nervously, she gently pushed at the door, suddenly worried that a window had broken and a bird had flown into the room.
The door swung gently open, and she hesitantly looked into the room. There didn't appear to be any birds flying about, or any loose pieces of fabric flapping in the breeze. But the fluttering sound definitely seemed to be coming from within the room.
She cautiously entered her mother's bedroom, and looked around. The window was thankfully not broken. She couldn't see anything else that could have caused the earlier splintering sound, nor anything that could be causing the fluttering sound that seemed to echo around the room.
She shivered, although there was no breeze in the room. Just standing in her mother's bedroom made her uneasy. As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the wall. She stopped, as if frozen in place. The fluttering sound seemed to be emanating from the mirror itself. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, it seemed to move and shimmer, like a piece of fabric caught in a stiff breeze.
She blinked, and the image reflected in the mirror suddenly changed. She was no longer staring at her own reflection, but an image of her mother. She frowned uncertainly. For some reason, that seemed to make sense. She was in her mother's bedroom, after all. But how could that make sense? Mirrors reflect what is there, in the room. She sighed with despair. Maybe she was going mad after all. 
She glared suspiciously at the reflected image of her mother. Her mother seemed to smile back at her. Nervously, she approached the mirror and placed her hand lightly on its surface. Her mother did the same. The mirror seemed to vibrate in response to her touch, or to her mother's touch. One or the other.
Ripples began to form on the surface of the mirror, radiating outwards from her hand. She frowned. She knew that these ripples were no more than an illusion, the light playing tricks on her mind. Like the reflection of her mother. She was seeing things that clearly were not there. She could feel the mirror beneath her hand, a simple sheet of crystalline glass, solid and unyielding.
As the ripples moved back and forth across the surface of the mirror, they began to merge together, forming a regular, rhythmic oscillation. The reflected image of her mother warped under this oscillation, changing shape like a reflection in one of those distorting mirrors often found at funfairs. She thought she could hear her mother's voice, chiding her. "Be a good girl," the voice seemed to whisper.
She lifted her hand away from the mirror in shock. Almost instantly, the ripples faded from view, along with the reflection of her mother. In its place was an image of a sturdily-built man in his late forties, with dark brown skin, brown eyes, and tightly-cropped black hair. He was standing before a mirror in the hallway of his home, adjusting his tie.
Desiree smiled, and nodded in understanding. She knew what needed to be done.

Wildbridge was a sleepy town. Nothing much happened there. Well, not since... Martin. And that suited Serina just fine. But everything was about to change. Or had it already started changing, and all that was about to happen was that people were going to start noticing? Well, it's difficult not to notice when people start turning up dead. Murdered. Especially when you're a senior member of the Serious Crime Investigation team.

Meanwhile, many light years away on the non-aligned planet of Jahanna, changes were already afoot, and there were whispers of rebellion and revolution on the streets. But death is not far away here, either. As the well-oiled machinery of the bureaucracy begins to stutter and creak under the weight of murder and betrayal, just how far will the Council go to maintain the status quo?

How could the events in Wildbridge possibly have any bearing on Jahanna?

And what exactly happened on Bershevah?

Night Wind's face was tight and worried, and he had also brought a video back with him.
When that video was played, Han Sen understood Night Wind's expression.
The beginning of the video showed a stone path, which must have been the road that had been dug up.
Han Sen didn't know how they chose where to start digging, but it clearly wasn't a random decision. They had somehow figured out exactly where to start digging.
The Hell had controlled large-scale dig sites. When Miss Mirror and her people arrived, they quickly reduced the scale of the operations. Now excavation was being conducted in three locations, and the one in the middle had to have been where they began.
As the video went on, it revealed many complicated stone paths that branched off until the stone road opened up to reveal a large room. There, Han Sen found himself looking at the statue Miss Mirror had mentioned.
It was ten meters tall. It wasn't very big when compared to some of the statues Han Sen had seen before, but it was pitch-black, and it had the same texture as the rocks around it.
The statue featured a man sitting with his legs crossed. His arms were crossed, as well, making an X shape. The eyes of the man were just as Miss Mirror had described. There were two pupils in each, and they were red.
Behind the statue were many arms and hands. They formed together to create the large shape of a torch. Every hand also featured a red eye with two pupils.
Looking at the statue was disconcerting. It was like there was an endless tide of weird eyes were staring out of the screen. Han Sen was only looking at them through the video, but even so, he got goosebumps. A chill passed over Miss Mirror and Night Wind as well.
The video didn't hang around the statue for long. It moved forward, revealing something that was even more surprising.
Beyond the statue, the stone path vanished into a cave. It was a rough hole that looked like it had been dug by bare hand or claws.
The walls of the stone tunnel were smeared here and there with blood. Claws and talons were carved into the surface of the tunnel. As the video progressed, more and more blood was revealed.
The blood slowly took over every surface, turning the black cave red. The sight made Han Sen's stomach crawl.
"That cave couldn't have been dug by hand, right?" Han Sen couldn't help but ask.
Although the Extreme King didn't give much respect to the workers, they only hired people who were at least Marquises. Those people were considered strong within their own races. Their weapons might not have been legendary treasures, but they should have been decent. Even if they didn't bring their own tools, the Extreme King would have provided them with xenogeneic treasures. They wouldn't have had to use their hands to dig that tunnel.
But based on the marks and scratches left behind, the tunnel was obviously the work of claws and hands. It hadn't been dug out with tools.
Miss Mirror and Night Wind looked at the video with perplexed stares. They didn't answer Han Sen's question.
Han Sen knew it was true even without their confirmation, though. He looked at the video for a bit longer, and he soon saw a dead Marquise with the head of a cow. Instead of hands, there was only a twisted mass of gore at the end of the man's arms. Bits of bone protruded through the scraped flesh.
Seeing this scene, Han Sen couldn't stop his imagination from replaying what had happened. The cow-headed man had dug frantically with his hands, injuring its fingers on the hard stone. And yet, it didn't stop. It kept on digging and digging with frenzied energy. Eventually, the man's hands had been ground to nubs. He had bled out and died.
The video didn't stop there, and the gristly sight replayed itself over and over. Han Sen saw more and more dead bodies scattered throughout the cave.
They were all in the same position. They leaned forward, pressing their destroyed hands against the walls. Some had shredded their palms, whereas others were missing entire arms.
Despite having died, they still maintained their digging positions. Their faces looked very passionate as if they were excited about what they were doing, but amidst that passion, there was also the presence of fear. It was a terror that lay deep in their bones.
Han Sen couldn't explain all the emotions he saw etched across those dead faces, but his stomach clenched and a cold sweat beaded across his back.
The eyes of the dead workers were all open, exposing their dual red pupils.
The stone path was no longer really a path. It was like a long grave dug out with blood. So many Dukes and Marquises had died up and down that stone path. And the further the path went, the worse the sights were.
At the end of the video was a stone door. Just as Night Wind said, the double door looked like the entrance to a city. Both sides of the door were crimson, like they'd been made of solidified blood. There were also many semi-circular marks across the door—scrapes left behind by fingernails.
The door was ten meters high, and because they had dug right up to the surface of the door, only rock surrounded the doorframe. It was impossible to see what was beyond those doors.
But what lay before the door gave Han Sen chills.
Many of the workers were stretched out before the door like people trying to escape from the demons of hell. Their dead arms were extended painfully in front of them, trying to reach some non-existent salvation. Their nails were broken and their bones were chipped. The blood on their hands had dyed the door, but none of them had been able to open the door.
The workers had lasted so long, but they had all died before this door. Blood pooled around the bodies before the evil door. The door stood solid and unmoving, like the entrance to hell itself.
Night Wind's face looked terrible. "They are all dead. No one is left alive, and they had all gone insane by the end. They just kept digging and digging. Those rocks are hard, and they are incredibly difficult to dig, even with tools. When they used their fingers to dig, they began bleeding quite quickly. But when the blood touched the stone, it was almost as if the stone softened. They could dig it up, but it still hurt them. They kept digging until they bled out."
Night Wind's voice trembled, even though he was a deified that had witnessed many life and death scenarios. What he had seen would give even him nightmares.
"This place is cursed." Han Sen felt sick. He had the urge to just grab Bao'er and flee.
Although they had the red bird with them, there was something that was simply wrong about this place. Even Miss Mirror, who was a strong deified, had been affected. There was every chance the red bird might not escape whatever power was doing these horrible things.
"Run! We must run! We cannot stay in this horrible place any longer," Han Sen decided. He was going to leave this place, no matter what. He would leave, even if Miss Mirror sought to stop him.
"Your eyes!" Miss Mirror suddenly whispered in dread, looking at Han Sen's eyes. Fear filled her face.
"What happened to my eyes?" Han Sen's heart jumped. He knew this was bad.
With no hesitation, Han Sen waved his hand to cast a water mirror so he could look at himself.
At that moment, Han Sen felt like fear had sunk deep into his bones. His black eyes had turned red, and furthermore, a fissure was running down the center of each pupil. The circular pupils became gourd-shaped, and they were slowly splitting in half.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

Hibari spent time thinking about everything that was happening, but it just got more and more confusing until he finally decided not to think too much about it and blamed everything that was happening on Panda God.

As soon as he thought of the Panda God, Hibari's face went dark as he remembered everything that damn Panda did.

"Now that I've stopped to think about it... That damn Panda tried to look generous giving me a house that is already mine? Underground training ground? I have nothing like that at home!" Muttered Hibari as he emerged from the kitchen and walked toward the stairs leading to his second-floor bedroom.

As soon as Hibari arrived on the stairs, he saw a white door beside the stairs and stopped.

"I don't remember having a door here..." Hibari thought before opening the door and was surprised to see a staircase leading to the basement.

Hibari slowly descended the stairs and soon reached the bottom of the stairs.

Hibari looked around him and the only thing he saw was a large white wooden door that was right in front of him.

Hibari tried to open the door, but no matter how hard he pushed or pulled the door, it didn't move, as if it wasn't a door he was pushing but a wall.

"Is it locked inside?" Hibari wondered, since there was no lock on the outside.

Hibari was about to give up when the mirror in his pocket shook and the letter shone with a golden light.

Hibari quickly picked up the letter and ignored the mirror, as he knew the mirror was only used to notify when a new message.

Opening the letter, Hibari read it:

"Hibari-chan, you really like to sleep... these last days have been boring.

The door isn't locked inside, it's just so heavy you can't move it (maybe if you train, you'll be able to open the door of the boot camp).

You may be thinking that it makes no sense, and you are right (I am a God, I decide whether or not to make sense).

You get the memory of Ootori Kyoya was not part of the plan, but as it happened enjoy and get some girlfriend (or boyfriend without prejudice).

I get bored easy so once in a while I'll give you some missions to entertain me and if you fulfill them you will be rewarded but if you fail you will be punished (aren't you happy? That will help you become stronger that you bite me to death like).

I will give you your first mission now, no need to thank me (as it is your first mission I will give you a simple and easy, I will be generous in the reward and the punishment will be light).

Mission: Open the door of the training ground
Deadline: Three months
Reward: Futuristic Training Equipment
Punishment: Eternal Torture

By: Panda God."

Hibari was momentarily stunned after reading the letter, unsure how to react.

After a few seconds Hibari finally returned to normal and looked at the large white door in front of him before storing the letter in his pocket.

"That can't be true... In fact it can. Damn Panda! This mission is really simple... But how the hell can it be called easy !? Generous reward? Fuck! I don't need a fucking equipment." training! And what the fuck of light Punishment is this !? Damn Panda, I'll bite you to death! " Hibari cursed Panda God again, a dark expression on his face.

Although Hibari got angry, he knew that anger would not improve his situation, so he forced himself to calm down... or at least he tried.

Hibari suddenly picked up his Tonfas and began hitting the white door with all his might, trying to break it. That could also be considered a way to open the door... maybe.

Hibari discounted all his anger at the large white door, but even after a few minutes not a single scratch had appeared on the large white door, even though it was made of wood it proved to be extremely sturdy.

Even so, Hibari didn't stop, not even when his hands began to bleed. He kept hitting the large wooden door without showing any signs of stopping, as if blinded by fury.

After an hour, Hibari finally stopped when a male suddenly spoke directly into his mind, causing a sensation of pain and burning.

"Hibari-chan, this door is very, very sturdy, and trying to break it with your current strength and ability is next to impossible. I suggest you try harder to increase your strength and try to open the door normally, because that will be so much more." easier than trying to break it, even if you can hit the same spot for three straight months without a break. "

Hibari heard those words in his mind and that same infernal pain he felt when he received the memories returned, until the voice finally ended his words, making Hibari dizzy and sick.

As soon as Hibari heard this he looked at the large white door and saw that a small hole had been caused where he had hit. All of Hibari's attacks targeted a single point throughout the door, and although all attacks had reached the same place for over an hour, only a small and insignificant hole had been opened.

A normal person would probably be discouraged and perhaps even desperate. But Hibari was definitely not a normal person.

In Hibari's dark face, a hint of a smile appeared for a moment before it disappeared completely. Looking at the large, imposing white door in front of him, Hibari's eyes narrowed and he turned back to the stairs and returned to the surface.

Hibari walked to his upstairs bedroom and stripped off all his clothes besides his underwear, displaying his perfect sculptural body.

Hibari opened his wardrobe looking for shorts, only to find none.

In his wardrobe, besides his school uniforms, a few suits, black pants, and white shirts, there was nothing else, making Hibari sigh.

Hibari took one of his black trousers and ripped it into shorts. He put on his shorts and went downstairs, wearing no shirt. Hibari realized that he had changed, since he was sure that he had never done or never done such a thing before, it was clear that these memories had influenced him to some extent.

 The urge to wear training shorts came from Hibari Ken, who hated wearing too many clothes.

Well, actually the desire was to train totally naked, but neither Hibari Kyoya nor Ootori Kyoya would do such a thing, so Hibari decided to train without wearing a shirt and just wearing shorts, as he was getting really bothered to wear so many clothes. In this heat.

"New students arrive in two and a half months, and I can't let any of them end school discipline... I have two and a half months to focus fully on increasing my strength." Hibari muttered before leaving his house and walking behind his house, where he had a large lake.

Hibari arrived at the edge of the large lake, and stared for a second before jumping.

...

Hibari is an ordinary guy who has an intimidating appearance that makes people walk away from him out of fear.

One day while sleeping on the roof of his school, Hibari is killed by a plane that crashed at his school.

Hibari didn't even notice that he died.

When he woke up the next day, he was now Hibari Kyoya from the anime Katekyou Hitman Reborn.

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Katekyo Hitman Reborn fanfic, with Hibari Kyoya as protagonist.

All the applicants had no way to describe the sight before them, Rev was giving a smug look with he mechanical face. "Everyone form a line and you'll be given a paper and you'll use any form of old language when your done we will call you and will know when your done."
Several small people come out nowhere standing in front of the applicants or on the shoulder of the taller applicants with there with a different size paper ink pen's, as everyone was writing down there paper, John was looking around to see that several thousand actual academy students in the library all talking quietly to each other or where reading.
After several minutes everyone was going from paper to paper translating the symbols onto there paper. "Nanashi your up."
When she placed her paper on the site of the runes it begin to glow a dark purple, on the mirror was black blob in a dark looming around the forest, stalking a person in the dead of night, it begins to take shape of creature that stood on two legs with multiple arms it back protruding spike with Penelope being intrigued by this creature. "A shadow creature of some kind but I'm not sure which one." It's collection eyes of head with all it's eyes darting around.
"Yuxl stand foward." When Yuxl heard his name he stood forward and placed his paper in hand, letting his paper hit the ground, the ruins where catching fire with a orange glow the mirror shows a large person light grey skin staining at twenty feet large bulging muscles that can well surpass an orc., It's writs and shoulder cover in dark grey armor it metal claws griping a solders neck.
The faces was covered by a grey metal mask in the shape of a skull coved by a short black torn up cloak covering most of it's head and neck, with only the chest being exposed, the waits from the feet where covered in metal with more cloth around the back of its waist, welding a large thin jagged sword. "General Jurjia, he's a Nephilim during the shattered era's." The spirit was on a open battlefield surrounded by solders, Pierced by arrows, blades and other weapons with his organs close to falling out of his body.
"Ok, Latrum your next." He paper hits the ground and it ignites into blue fire, Latrum spirit was a large gold and red dragon in a cave lit by lave pouring down, surrounded in a literal mountain of treasure with moat of lava, it bright blue eye where looking around that dares trespass. "Gordo, the fire below, its rumored to enough power  to destroy an small city." Latram was ecstatic with his spirit being a dragon that's capable of destroying a city.
"Oguk your turn." When Oguk placed his paper lighting and fire was coming of the runes, the mirror revealed a flat battlefield with a 15 foot crystal golem, Lutram appears beside him slowly and creepily leaning peaking his head over shoulder. "Well guess your spirit is weaker then mine, so I guess that's that."
Oguk had a blank underwhelming tone and was pointing mirror after grabbing Lutram head turning pointing to where his spirit is in the mirror. "No, mine stronger." A large shadow was above the golem as a metal foot crushes the golem, an large ominous dark purple possessed armor that was over 50 feet tall with a green fire burning through the gaps in its armor, It had two sets of horns one on the top of it head with the other protruding from its jaw, the arm's where covered over in a bone like spikes.
A Long cloth going down between the legs in the front and back with dozens of chains wrapped of the armor with long metal belt holding down the tasset, the legs had thick armor platting with a sinister design, the largest gab in the armor was in the lower abdomen burning with fire it was large enough for a person to fit inside. 
Penople looked over to see the commotion and what she saw, shocked her. "Huh, a fallen, there on of the main races that put an end to the dread era seeking retribution  even killing there own race that joined the order after there where risen by Amai.
Oguk has an bland look unaware of what kind of spirit he has and was imminently detracted by an owl flying overhead and decides to fallow it after it sits down on its perch. "Big Owl."
Penople was looking a one Applicant that was "Drocnez your turn." 
When he stood forward he was hesitant, as he was about to drop his sheet of paper there was a loud shout coming from the entrance of the library. "Please rejoice for I have arrived." A woman wearing a purple and black lab coat of some sort was prancing forward with no care in the world with her group of applicants behind her.
Rev stood straight when he heard this voice. "Oh fuck, no not her!" Rev was looking frantically everywhere looking for a place to hid and decides to hides behind Oguk.
When the applicants looked around to see where the voice game from there was a woman approaches she gave off weird vibe. "Hello you must be applying for academy this year." Her skin was ghoulish pale, her hair was a weird color and both her eyes where different colors one was normal colored eyes that was yellow and the other had black sclera with green color, when she looked down at Oguk feet she could a metal foot sticking out with Genesis was pointing towards him with a smile on her face trying to cover her smile trying her best not to laugh, with the woman leans over Oguk side surprising Rev. "Well, well it's been a while Rev."
The utter shock in Rev's face when he saw woman was in complete fear. "Get the fuck away from me you metallic slug, I'm not letting you do anything to me after what you did to me!!" Dashing away from the woman to behind tsuyoi slowly peaking over her shoulder.
The woman ignores Rev and introduces her self to his group with a bow. "The names Dr. Vicar I'm the head mental advisor for the academy and one beside me is Tulak he's one of the magic advisor."
John his hand on his face thinking about that name and soon the thought reaches his head. "Wait the Dr. Vicar one of the smartest minds across the nine world's," When he took a second look at Vicar from heat to toe he begins to think to him self. ("Not what though I expected someone more professional look but I'm not one to judge given my siblings")
Rev was leaning over Tsuyoi shoulder again with his l mechanical eyes squinting. "Before she arrived, I except a young beautiful woman but instead I got a unqualified metallic slug of a doctor, which reminds me how did you finished with the physical exam so early, my applicants where stronger then expected and we where planning on going know where moving down here for the applicant spiritual aptitude." The applicant behind her where William, Fukanōna, and Kladia along with the triplets.
Both john and Drocnez spoke out in unison saying with them giving an angry look and tone. 'Oh come on not them, wait a second you know them?!" Both them where looking at each other with stair shocked that there both where saying the same sentences.
Soon Rev begins to yell out again Tsuyoi shoulder. "Look we better hurry up before the exam starts, we spend all are time talking, so who ever wants to step up better do it know."
"I mine as well do it." William make his way over shoving people into people moving them out of the way to the paper and writing his name in a more complex version of Kaga's language, as he drop his paper upon the runes the entire library was rocking everywhere, books and scroll where falling off there shelf.
The mirror flashes between different spirits after spirit, the first one was several god like beings made up of different elements the second was an ominous demon siting on a throne and the last spirit was a heroic figure fighting a different less ominous demon.
Most of the applicants where looking at William with shock in there eyes and there mouths dropped knowing that impossible to surpass him with displaying the own spirits with John and Drocnez and a few others being unfazed.
"Well that was unexpected," Penelope was confused and shocked by what just happen and while this was going on there was a large old book floating onto her desk. "Let's see we have here the first one was the olds god from the silent era and both the strongest hero and demon so we have four-ish spirits."
"I'll believe I should go next." Fukanōna stood forward with a paper already in hand, the spirit was a fox spirit with nine tail each one was made of a different element. "Aya, the nine tail fox, she was one of if not the strongest fox spirit to even live." Fukanona turned around her and address herself in a formal manner for everyone to hear. "I knew Aya herself would be mine spirit, was destine to be family for generation and it has finally reached me the strongest Kitsune in the Shimadzu family."
Vicar was pushing shooing her away trying to get her out of the way. "Yeah, yeah we get it destined for greatness all that stuff, next!"
Next was the triplets spirits where all the same creature that stood on two legs covered in a hard carapace shaped like a knight's armor spiker  where glowing from its back but each where one different color. Nathan was black and gold, Nicolas black and red with Nevaeh being a few feet taller with black and purple clolor with a different shape carapace. "Well at lest we all have the same spirit,"
It's longs arms with over sized hand with long freakish fringes long as its arm it nails where three and a half feet long, capable of piercing flesh as if was clear air, vicar leans her head between the triplets her head, "Well, well not one not two but three Cidra's, there one of the apex predators of hraun, there know as bug knights I remember studying one of them during a a trip."
When the triplets look back Vicar was leaning backward in a odd fashion and her body begins to go back where it was he head fixing it's self back the was it was suppose to be.
Vicar was looking for the next applicant that wouldn't come up. "I guess it's Kladia turn." When she stood forward with her paper in hand shaking like a leaf and slowly lets go of the paper, when the paper landed on the floor strong winds where blowing window every open with plaints and light where increasing rapidly.
Before them was a goddess an elf like women with unnatural beautiful with her figure with a white and gold armor that where made for a god of her status and on head was a white crown, back was a large circle glowing with bright green magic, armed with all sorts of elven weapons.
All the races that where elf, Nymph and Dryad and other forest based races where preying at this spirit before them and soon vicar begins to rear her head from Kladia shoulder. "The second omen, Xadris she represents all of demogrand races and there magic, I think we have new front runner other then William of course," Vicar looking around looking at both her and Revs group and spots John and Drocnez. "Alright we have three left but we only have enough time for one so who want's to go?"
Drocnez had both hand over john shoulder and guide him to the location of the runes. "Hey John how about you take mine place instead, ok...ok good." By the time Drocnez had guided John to the runes was stinging behind him several feet away with with arms crossed.
John looked at other applicant and he shrugged his shoulder as if he didn't cared, as John placed down his paper instead there being magic it was black blood mixed from different races of all sort, running though the engraving when it reached the mirror the library was quiet there was no rumbling not even a smallest creature could feel it and down at the bottom of there mirror was a tiny dim flash, John waves over the advisor to come over. "Ummm I think there's and issue Mrs."
When the advisors peek over there where where two little glowing dots, vicar puts both hands on the mirror and dose a motion with her hands as if she was trying to enlarge the spirits size, two very small ghostly figures with tiny arms and a long dangling body with no legs. "Ummm I have no idea what that is, some type ghost or maybe wisp of some kind." All the students where trying to peak over to see fighting to get a peek. 
William begins to use magic to fly up to get a better view of John's spirit and spots them. ("Hmmm. I think I should use my Appraisal to see what's all the commotion about.")
<Appraisal: maxed out>
[Name :ṇ̴̡̲͚̲̘͉̥̤̰̥͕̜̩̝̝̃͆̎̆̀̽̀̐͆̾̍̉̊̍̔͘͜͝ͅ/̸̧̮͕̣̬̩̩̳̜̟͚͕̳͇̳̆̏͂͜͠à̴̖́͗͐͆̾̄̀̃͑̿͆͜͠ͅ]
[Race:  ṇ̴̡̲͚̲̘͉̥̤̰̥͕̜̩̝̝̃͆̎̆̀̽̀̐͆̾̍̉̊̍̔͘͜͝ͅ/̸̧̮͕̣̬̩̩̳̜̟͚͕̳͇̳̆̏͂͜͠à̴̖́͗͐͆̾̄̀̃͑̿͆͜͠ͅ]
[Level:  ṇ̴̡̲͚̲̘͉̥̤̰̥͕̜̩̝̝̃͆̎̆̀̽̀̐͆̾̍̉̊̍̔͘͜͝ͅ/̸̧̮͕̣̬̩̩̳̜̟͚͕̳͇̳̆̏͂͜͠à̴̖́͗͐͆̾̄̀̃͑̿͆͜͠ͅ]
[Tier:    ṇ̴̡̲͚̲̘͉̥̤̰̥͕̜̩̝̝̃͆̎̆̀̽̀̐͆̾̍̉̊̍̔͘͜͝ͅ/̸̧̮͕̣̬̩̩̳̜̟͚͕̳͇̳̆̏͂͜͠à̴̖́͗͐͆̾̄̀̃͑̿͆͜͠ͅ]
[Rank:  ṇ̴̡̲͚̲̘͉̥̤̰̥͕̜̩̝̝̃͆̎̆̀̽̀̐͆̾̍̉̊̍̔͘͜͝ͅ/̸̧̮͕̣̬̩̩̳̜̟͚͕̳͇̳̆̏͂͜͠à̴̖́͗͐͆̾̄̀̃͑̿͆͜͠ͅ]
("What the hell this never happens?")
<System recalibrating>
[Name: Sera]
[Race: Ghost]
[Level: 1]
[power: F]
[Tier: F]
[Rank: F]
[Treat level: Harmless]
While in the air William was laughing hysterically at the site of Johns spirits. "Pfff, ha ha ha those are your spirits." As he slowly was floating down he maid his way to the front of the mirror. 
The first one one was pitch black with a small dark green cross the body, it had a large happy smile with a demonic green skeleton inside with the other one was a ghostly maiden that was white with the entire wrist and bottom of her legs as well the where a blood red with a it's expression was silent that would became extremely violent when the other spirit got to close. "Hummm, Two spirits from the where born in the silent era and where very close to surviving the dread era oh and William I wouldn't underestimate a spirit that almost survived the dread era."
"Really name a spirit that can defeat a literal god along with the strongest demon and hero to ever lived how dose two ghost defeat that, hmm?"
Vicar was on her a decks reading an old book that said research and adjusted her glasses and looked at William with a stair and sarcastically asked. "If your spirits really are that powerful how come half of them are there dead?"
Everyone was silent from comment that Vicar delivered with people thinking again about his spirits.
The other advisor in Vicar group that was in an thick brown coat spoke out in a serious tone. "Instead of goofing off let's hurry up we only have a few minutes before the actual test begins."
As everyone was leaving, Penelope was looking at John peaking into his soul sees the black spirit would try to get closer to the white one and would snap at it every time it got close but deep down she could senses a hidden presence between in the both of them.
Deep down there was a large door it look and felt demonic and sinister, wrapped in large and small chains pined by golden nails between the caps of the chains, ("hmmm maybe I think could to take a small peek inside.") As she was only barley managed to get behind the door she looking beyond the door, a being inside in the air suspended by bandages, this thing gave off an aura that she's have never felt before could see it wrapped up in the air from head to toe in a long stenches white thin carpet like bandages wrapped gold symbol all of written in different races languages and starts to think. ("Elf, dwarf, giants even dragons languages are on here, but there one language here that I don't understand they all mean the same thing disorder and chaos.")
Having several holy artifacts surrounding the room, when she got closer to go looked at it the spirits begins to move around slouching it head back and can see the baggage moving, hearing a quiet yelling as a dim dark green glow came from it eyes and mouth looking down. ("There's what the spirit is within him.") When she finally reached the spirit it was hanging upside down and within the back of her head she could here thousands voice coming from the back of her head all whispering at the same time to the points she didn't know that they where saying.
When she reached out her hand the chained up spirit lunges it's head forward looking at Penelope with blinding rays of green light beaming through the bandages and chains yelling at Penelope giving her horrible flashes of the past from the dread era, people suffering in the most unimaginable and horrendous ways possible with none being spared in the slightest, the spirit jerks around with a single bandages snaps in two with the spirit yelling. "LET THE TRUE GOD RISE AGAIN!" Just before a second bandage was going to break more chains wrapped around the spirit with gold spears piercing the gaps of the chains.
She was l forced out of Johns soul the fell to the ground in the real world. "Well that's the end of that." As she was picking her self up the mirror being entire room all the books, scrolls and everything fueled by magic was left with nothing, Penelope begins to feels a scenes  dread and hopeless and kneels not from the present but she felt compelled to due so as if she was destine.
She slowly begins to look up there was being standing, from the waist down was black sinister black armor of demonic and unholy origin, It's chest was covered in a dark black metallic muscles, with a large dark green running across it's chest, armor covering the entire wrist where covered in metal spikes, scales and feathers the armor plating where ominous and sinister pointing in almost every direction, a demonic helmet with several long metal horns and tucks with a green ball floating above it head his eyes where burning with magic chaining in color constantly.
As the being was going to speak the being vanishes from the mirror and Penelope could move her body again. ("We just let something out that would comment heinous acts with no guilt or remorse something that could fight William one day.") She begins to dust her self off and she hears a crack behind her looking behind the side of the mirror when there was a crack that was spreading around the entire mirror and form the shape of large demonic skull more crakes start to spelled out. ["Don't think I didn't noticed you."] Slowly the cracks begin to disappear as the magic to fill the room again.
 Meanwhile everyone was fallowing there advisors along a path to a large building in the distances that spanned over thousands of feet, a large metal building with flat walls with no window and Drocnez was looking around asking Vicar. "Miss vicar where are we going?" 
Vicar dose a fancy twirl walking backwards looking at him. "Right now we taking you to what they call the slaughterhouse, it's where the real test starts when you walk inside those doors it everyone for themselves." When they reached the building the applicant's looked up the building was much taller then what they thought and in front of then was a door it was large enough for most races to fit thought when those doors open leading they lead into a dark room dark to where not even Yuxl could see with the advisors waiting at the entrants of the door guiding them inside not fallowing them, as the door slowly begin vicar says one last thing. "Oh and remember those that fail this will not be accepted into the academy." When the door it left them in a dark room.

A&S Academy, people called spirit holders attend these wall and they have abilities to transform or use the full power of spirits and the academy wants to craft them into the greatest in there future line of work across 9 World’s and they have there reasons to join the academy power, fame, glory or revenge.
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John is one of the last few, pureblood humans left throughout all the realms, he wanted to know was his parents academy life was like and meet new people and possibly make friends along the way. He bring all the knowledge that his family taught him but will it be enough for the oldest and most respected most academy that is heavy tied to his family 
Will his future friends to be there for him or will his lost regrets and troubled past find him?

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Elder Ryo's P.O.V.

    "What news have you on progress with the search?"  I ask into the mirror portal. The Octavian dragon Elder speaks to his translator in the primordial language of the mythical creatures. He then comes forth to the mirror and into its view. The boy stands beside the dragon Elder's large head.

    "The Elder says he believes that I am the one," the boy speaks as he shrugs half  his jacket off to reveal his left shoulder. A black tattoo spreads down his arm to his elbow. The Elder speaks to him again. "But he is not sure. The Awakener is the one who can confirm the mark. We'll know for sure once she is found."

"I see." I pace over to my desk, the mirror turning on its rotating axis to follow me. "If  I have calculated correctly, she will awaken herself  very soon. I already know who she is, it is just a matter of  timing. The mark will unleash itself only when the guardians are needed."

"Have the other Elders found their mark holders?"  translates the boy. 

"No, they have only gotten slight rune sensors in the Astral Field. They have not been able to pinpoint the whereabouts of  them, though."

The door to my study bursts open as Rick explodes in with a look of fear distorting his face. The heavy wooden door slams back against the wall and bounces off it. The figurines on the study's shelves shudder momentarily. "Elder Ryo! There's a storm of Black Magic approaching fast!" Rick's chest heaves in a large breath and his features relax partially.

"Black Magic?" I say incredulously. But that cannot be! I turn back to the mirror and try and hide my horror with a tight smile. "I must go dragon Elder, please excuse my abruptness. I will contact you as soon as I can. I must deal with an urgent matter. Etunya rilorsil."

"Etunya rilorsil," the dragon Elder replies in his own, deep rumbling voice. His large head dips in respect. I return the gesture before ending the mirror conveyance. When his image is gone I let my features drop and I spin on my heel to face Rick. 

    "There's a storm approaching and it will be here within the next half hour, possibly less," Rick sputters quickly. "I was in the Astral field meditating when I noticed it. A black mass heading this way."

    I can feel it now, slowly making it's way towards the castle. The disturbance is upsetting the Astral field. It hasn't seen such a thing in so long. There's no trace to lead it back to it's starting point either. Where could it have come from? Black Magic was lost with the books, how can it possibly be here now?  If there had been a summoning or creation of it then all of the Elder's would have felt it. It's impossible to go unnoticed. No masking field is that strong. 

    "Notify the town. I want everyone inside the castle. I cannot stop this storm. I am incapable of  that amount of power and I do not know what this storm is or if it has a purpose. Someone clearly sent it. Go to every house. Send out the guards too. Make sure that everyone is alerted," I order sternly.

    "Yes, Elder." He leaves, not bothering to close the study door. His voice carries throughout the halls as he yells orders to the guards posted at every corner. On my desk, I push papers aside to uncover the foretoken message scrawled on a piece of royal blue paper. Its inky letters were written by a very old hand. 

    "Blackening forest, burning mark, forsaken/ Bearer beneath struggling, to Awaken," I read. My fingers linger over the page. A blackening forest... I suddenly sense a presence, like a spirit, somewhere at the edge of town. It's probably just a wandering spirit. Its aura is a lazy navy blue. In the Astral field, its movements are drifting back and forth as it makes it's way across the town towards the other side where the edge of  the Silver Mountain Forest is. I dismiss the sensor and leave my study, locking it behind me. 

    When I enter the entryway of the castle, guards and servants are rushing about while townspeople are ushered inside. It's a frenzy of fear, near panic, and confusion.

"This way, please!" I shout over the commotion. I wave my hand towards the ballroom which is large enough to hold everyone. It's hundred foot doors open when I whisper a rune. They tower over us as they echo on their hinges. The townspeople look to me and follow as I lead them into the vast ballroom. There's a steady pour of them streaming through the foyer into the castle. "Please make yourself comfortable. I will explain when everyone is inside!" I yell to reassure them.

Axion has never really known what she wanted to do in life and when she turns 18 she is faced with this question. 

Her whole life she has lived in Cobblestone, the biggest town in Kunari, and has never left. Her mother struggles to keep food on their plate while Axion is shunned by everyone else around her. No one wants to go near the girl with the strange tattoo, something she was born with. 

Axion always wondered what it meant while also longing to see other places. She had read many books on the other realms and of mystical places. Floating pieces of land in the air and a glass Castle in the sky. Other races and exciting adventures. She wanted to see and do it all. 

In Desistar, however, a sinister evil is lurking and waiting for it's moment to seek revenge. Slowly, gathering knowledge and planning. What will hapen to the realms? And what does Axion's tattoo mean?

Overcoming the painful days, I am now enjoying one of the few healing moment I have.

　After the middle school graduation ceremony was over, a short break to enter high school began.

　I should have been at my part-time job during this short break, but I was fired.

　The reason is the collective lynching during this time.

　I was fired from my first part-time job because I couldn't come yesterday, and I was fired from my other part-time job due to a wound in my body.

　I thought it was unreasonable and regrettable, but I can't do anything now.

　Why don't you do this during a workout? I don't think it will change.

　I have a lot of thoughts, but I have to find new bytes.

　But now I have a little time, so let's clean this house after a long time.

　I immediately took out the rag and vacuum cleaner and started cleaning the house.

　Although it is easy to clean everyday, if you clean it thoroughly, it is very dirty.

　And grandpa's house is quite large, so it's difficult to clean all the rooms without this opportunity.

　... No, I know. This is the escape from reality ...

　I went to the wash basin to change the water in the bucket while feeling dark, and even if I didn't like my face reflected in the mirror there, I caught my eyes.

　Thin, small eyes. Pig nose with a small nostril. The face was fat and full of acne and freckles, despite the gills and cheekbones protruding.

　Mouth with bad alignment on thick lips.

　My hair is thin and bald.

　This is my face.

　My face, not like my parents or that twin.

　Looking at it, the things that had accumulated inside me were overflowing.



"Ah ... ah ah ... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"



　I hit the mirror again and again.

　Desperately trying to erase the presence in front of me, I kept beating, regardless of blood coming out of my hand.

　Then, shake the bucket large and hit it against the mirror, and the mirror will break openly.



"Hah ... huh ..."



　I was able to calm down a bit because the mirror was broken, but the inside of me was not clear.

　On the ground is a piece of mirror and my blood.

　… No matter how much I tried, my situation will not change.

　I wanted to shape it if I could.

　But for me who has no money, I can't do anything.

　I earns my own high school tuition and living expenses, by working hard.

　Even if I stop high school and try to work, I can't get a job.

　Seeing the dark reality, my heart just sinks.

　In order to forget such annoying things, after clearing out the mirror fragments and blood, he relentlessly concentrated on cleaning and arrived at a room.



"here..."



　It was the room where the grandpa stored the items he got from around the world .

　I wasn't particularly interested in my grandpas hobbies when he was alive, but now I can't help but wonder about it.



"... So I have to clean here too?"



　I took a rag and a bucket, and when I entered the room, it was overflowing with things I didn't understand.



"... what is it? That mask. It's like a demon and scary ... isn't that ... what a doll?"



　It's like a demon or a mannequin bigger than me.

　In addition, there are basketball-sized red squares and strange stones that float around while spinning around on a strange pedestal, though we do not know what the principle is.

　There was even a casket that contained an Egyptian pharaoh.

　... It 's all collected by Grandpa ....

　I thought it was amazing, but it was full of things I couldn't figure out, so it was almost junk now.



"What's this ...?"



　I thought I would not be afraid if something happened, even if I touched these items, and my gaze shifted to the one placed at the back.

　It was a door that existed as if pulled out of a wall.

　Large owls were carved with wooden doors, and trees were carved on the rim.



"Did you come back with this too ...?"



　This door?

　If you come back, where does the door lead to?

　Well, it's just the door, so you'll only see the back wall when you open it.

　When I reach out to the door while thinking so, ----.



"...e?"



　It was an unfamiliar room.

　Decorated like a log house, with a large wooden table and chairs, a wooden closet. And weapons, such as swords and axes, were lying like mountains.



"What?"



　In a situation that didn't make sense, my head was on the verge of a panic.

　Then, suddenly, something like a translucent plate appeared before my eyes.



`` Wow !? ''



　It appeared so abruptly that it made me let out a weard  voice and fall on my ass.

　However, the translucent board has moved to the level of the line of sight when I put my butt.



"What, what is this ..."



　Looking upset at the translucent board that appeared in front of him, he read,



[Skill [Appraisal] was acquired. Acquired the skill [Patience]. The title [Lord of the Door] was acquired. Acquired the title [House Owner]. Obtained the title [From Another World]. The title [Person who visited the different world for the first time] was acquired. ]



"e?"



　It displayed something like a game message.

　Or appraisal? Patience? And another world ...

　For the time being, I got up and went home once and looked around the door.



"Yeah, it's not connected anywhere?"



　I hold the door and check the backside, but there is only the wall of my house.

　Nevertheless, a strange log house-like room spreads beyond the door.



"What's really ..."



　This door is one ...

　At that moment, a translucent board that had disappeared naturally appeared again.



"Door to another world" ... A door that suddenly appeared on the earth and leads to another world. Even the gods don't know why or how they appeared. The connection destination is unknown, and once connected to another world, it is fixed. The main one can control various functions. Indestructible.



　How suddenly, I realized the identity of the door.

　No, I know it's good but it's a mess!

　At this point, I finally calm down and reach an answer.



"Maybe ... Was it the skill [appraisal]?"



　No, but ... this is not a log house-like room, but an earth.

　...Wait? Then why is this incomprehensible board appearing in front of you?



"... I don't understand even if I think about it ... Isn't it possible to confirm this skill?"



　When I muttered unintentionally, a board appeared again and it was displayed like this.



[Appraisal]… Skill to appraise various things.

[Patience] ... I get great resistance to abnormal conditions, mental interference, or physical distress.



"... really came out."



　I understand this, but it was because of this skill that I was able to examine the door.

　Even so ... it's getting too far from reality.



"Is it possible to check titles?"



　When I muttered with almost certainty, the expected message appeared.



[Lord of the door] ... Lord of the door to another world. You can use the menu function.

[House owner] ... The new lord of the house where the sages once lived. Take ownership of the house.

[ From Another world] ... A person from another world. You get more experience than usual and grow faster. It also makes it easier to learn skills. Removed level cap.

[Person who visited another world for the first time] ... Person who visited another world for the first time. It is easier to invent skills and magic than the effect of another title, Pioneer. Also, you can use "Item Box".



"Oh!"



　I don't know, but it seemed to be somehow.

　[First-time visitors to another world] seems to be better than another title, [Pioneer], and it seems that "Item Box" can also be used. ... What is an "item box"?

　Also, I don't understand the title of [house owner]. Which house?

　When I had such an impression, I noticed the part of the menu function that was written in the explanation of [Lord of the door].



"Menu function? This is ...?"



　Another message is displayed in front of you.

　There ...



[Door to another world]

Owner: Yuu Tenjo

Function: ≪Cash≫≪Transfer≫≪Admission Restrictions≫



　It was written.



"Cash on? Can you convert something into money? And transfer and admission restrictions ..."



　When all items are considered, the message changes to a more detailed explanation.



≪Cash≫ ... Everything can be converted into money.

≪Transfer≫ ... A door can appear at the owner's location.

≫Restriction on entry≫: Only the person specified by the owner can pass through the door.



`` It's more powerful than expected !? ''



　This means that if someone finds this place, they can't go further.

　Furthermore, even if you steal this door, it will return to me.



"I don't know what to use the cash for, honestly it doesn't hurt, is it okay now?"



　Rather than that, if you have a game-like development so far, you have a status or something?

　I was excited and thought so, and a new message was displayed in front of me.



[Yuyo Tenjo]

Occupation: None

Level: 1

Magic power: 1

Attack power: 1

Defense: 1

Agility: 1

Intelligence: 1

Luck: 1

BP: 0

Skills: ≪Appraisal≫≪Patience≫≪Item box≫

Title: Door Master, House Owner, Another World, One Who Visited Another World for the First Time



　No way, my status is all one ... even though my school grades have never been so bad.

　Well, I knew something.

　What is this BP?

　The item box is also added to the skill column for some reason ...



"BP": Abbreviation for bonus points. When you level up, you can get 10 points and assign them to your favorite status. However, if you are a different person, you will get 20 points instead of 10 points. If you have the title "Person who visited the different world for the first time", BP will get 100 points.

"Item box" ... A special space appears, and you can put things in and out as much as you want. However, creatures cannot be stored. There is no limit on the capacity, and the size does not matter.



"... Oh!"



　For the time being, I was able to give points to the status, and it turned out that it was a good deal for me.

　If you think that the item box is a function like a game, you can understand it.

　By the way, we have confirmed up to this point, but what we need to confirm later is ...



"That room ... that's right ..."



　No one was there before, but if you think about it, it's a trespass.

　So if your opponent gets angry and attacked, you're not stuck.

　[Owner of the house], a title I don't understand well, was obtained, but what we don't check is ...

　Fortunately, it seems that no one except me can pass through the door, so if someone tries to use the door nothing happens.



"... Should I go in again?"



　So I decided to go back to that room.

Tenjou Yuuya has been a bullied boy since the past.

He lives in the home of his beloved grandfather while he goes to school. As usual, he receives a harsh bullying, and he takes an extended absence from school to have some time to heal his wounds.

While on this long time of absence, he takes the opportunity to clean his grandfather's house and goes to a room he never went before, where his grandfather keep many different objects that he gathered from his travels around the world. While he was arranging the objects, he found a door not on a wall among the objects.

Out of curiosity he opens this door, what he found on the other side was...

I'm only translating the original: https://kakuyomu.jp/works/1177354054882725960

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