"Dianne walks into the room...it seems like it hasn't been opened for a long time. Cobwebs hang from the walls and a musty smell lingers about. There in the other corner of the room, a tall, dusty mirror leans against the wall..."
When Dianne finds a hidden room in the basement of her house, she discovers a mirror with a terrible secret. Will Dianne be able to escape the mirror's evil whispers?

In a party Hong got drunk and next day found herself in a different room.

" oh wait not just this room is not mine this body is also not mine!!! "

She look at the mirror and saw a handsome yet familer face... That's her stalker's face. 


.... 

He woke up and look at the mirror.. Seeing her face he must be having sweet dreams right?

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In a party Hong got drunk and next day found herself in a different room.

" oh wait not just this room is not mine this body is also not mine!!! "

She look at the mirror and saw a handsome yet familer face... That's her stalker's face. 


.... 

He woke up and look at the mirror.. Seeing her face he must be having sweet dreams right?

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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..

SCP-093 Mirror Test 5: Color (Red)
SCP-093 distributed amongst staff until a new color could be generated by contact with it. Service Technician ██████ was able to cause SCP-093 take on a fierce red hue and glow, much brighter than the object's normal color. ██████ agreed to assist with a test of SCP-093. Per Dr. █████'s request, ███-███ given to Technician ██████ for use in this test. When applied to the mirror for the test, SCP-093 generates an unknown environment. No color tinge appears present on the displayed destination, which is comprised of red stonework. Technician ██████ enters the mirror and video capture begins.

Video flickers to life and Technician ██████, known hereafter as Subject, is viewing a large cylindrical pillar that is rotating on its own. Object is of unknown height and appears to be 1.8 m (6 ft) in width. Holes are distributed throughout the object at seemingly random intervals. On occasion a beam of white light is emitted from these holes. Turning of the camera finds that the beams are connected to a multitude of objects similar to SCP-093 that are part of the room's wall. The room turns out to also be cylindrical in shape with countless copies of SCP-093.
Subject turns back to entry point and finds it is a section of the wall that is missing its copy of SCP-093, presumably the one carried with Subject. Other sections of the wall on inspection are also found to be missing their copies, leading to speculation that this may be some sort of central array. Subject finds a ladder in the floor while examining the room and proceeds down it at Control's request.
The ladder exits into a large clean room full of computer equipment that appears antiquated compared to previously encountered equipment. Large computers running on reel-to-reels are clicking and spinning at various locations, a light bulb of unknown meaning turns on for ten seconds then turns off. A large CRT monitor is displaying single words in 8 colors at roughly 5 second intervals. While observed the words 'Clean' 'Unclean' 'Clean' 'Clean' 'Lost' 'Unclean' flash on the screen.
Proceeding through the room it ends in a large glass window as another observation deck. This deck looks out over another series of tubes as witnessed before but far fewer and filled with a blue liquid. What appears to be electrical current dances over many of the tubes at erratic intervals. At least five tubes at first glance are empty and broken. At the observation window a keyboard is present on a pedestal awaiting a selection to be made. The options available on the screen are 'Tube Status' which waits for a numerical input, 'Reports', 'Situation X-549', 'Situation X-550', 'Evacuation Log', 'Bullshit', 'Agent █-██-█ Report', and 'Facility Fire Plan'. <Video Expunged: All selections that generated text were transcribed by Subject and verified by a Control member who passed through the portal to recover them. This process took approximately two hours and video feed was deleted to condense this report. Recorded Documents are filed as ██████-████-██> Video Interrupted.

Control lost contact with Subject approximately 30 minutes after departure of Control tech. Subject was asked to remain in area and observe the machinery and the containment room to make observations for debriefing. The SCP-093 mirror portal returned to a reflective surface prematurely and all video contact with Subject was lost. Control was unable to re-establish due to SCP-093 being across the mirror. A time lapse of one minute and forty-eight seconds (1:48) was recorded before mirror portal re-established itself and Subject returned through portal. Subject appeared to be in good health and condition despite the time loss but spoke little.
During immediate debriefing Subject underwent sudden convulsions and medical staff was alerted. While attempting to subdue Subject he displayed enhanced strength and used ███-███ to shoot one of the debriefing staff, killing them. Guards shot Subject once with a sidearm in the heart and once in the chest but Subject did not fall. All staff evacuated room and a second shot was fired by Subject which missed. A more heavily armed team entered debriefing room and used automatic weapons to dispatch Subject. Reports confirm that Subject did not bleed when shot but instead leaked a green/brown substance that seemed to be a mix of solution observed in some containment tubes and the material recovered during Test 3.
All further SCP-093 tests have been discontinued while review of materials recovered is in effect. A secondary tape recording device was found to have activated in the field kit after loss of video feed and its contents have been filed with other recovered materials.
All recovered materials from SCP-093 testing are Level 4 Classification. Release must be approved by no fewer than two Level 4 personnel.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

As promised, she was taken to a large, cream colored room, in which she supposed was the manner of bathroom that this world held. A sturdy, deep bathtub stood empty in one corner, with what looked like a spout attached through the floor. A shelf with towels and soaps stood on the other side of the room, with a large mirror on the wall aside the doorway. A chair stood next to that, throughly perplexing Rie.
It was hard to ascertain what level of technology this world had attained, given the diverse uses of materials she had seen in what she supposed was a high class environment.
Mary stepped in and started busying herself with gathering towels and an assortment of what Rie assumed was soaps. 'Will she insist on bathing me herself?' Rie wondered, and realized she would have no other real choice, as she had no knowledge of how to use the facilities in this room.
Inspecting the large mirror, she saw nothing strange about this aside from her own image. What looked back at her was a small girl, with long, disheveled purple hair, cat-yellow eyes, with a slightly thin build. A set of cat ears sat atop her head, slanted slightly to the front. Her face was not too different from her first life's face, but her eyes were slanted in a sharp gaze, with cat-like pupils. Incidentally, her clothes were not so different from what the goddess had worn, but in a simpler style, and in white. It had various small stains of dirt, likely from her fall. Her left ankle was slightly swollen, though she had scarely felt it since she had arrived.
Mary came from behind her, placing a hand on top of her head gently. "Have you not seen a mirror as large as this one before?" She asked, expression kindly. Rie nodded, supposing that it was a luxury item that might be more expensive than anything else inside this room. Mary said nothing else about it, and went to the tub. Watching her in the mirror, she learned quickly how exactly it was operated. Mary touched the crystalline shape on top of the spout, and it glowed faintly from inside. Water started to gush from it, filling the tub. 
Turning away from the mirror, Rie went over to the tub, starting to pull off her clothes. As her current body was that of a child, it would not be strange. Mary helped her when she struggled with getting it over her ears, setting the dress neatly over the back of the chair. Quickly enough, the tub was evidently full enough, as Mary helped her get in. Before Rie knew it, she had been bathed and dried with the efficiency that she supposed only a highly skilled maid could attain. 
Mary set out a set of clothes for her to change into, and assisted her into an empire-waisted, lilac long dress, which flowed around her, which ended at her ankles.
Peering at herself in the mirror again, her hair was neatly combed, and the dress gave off the impression of a innocent child. Her tail coiled restlessly, trapped under the skirts, and Mary assisted her in freeing it poke out of the back of her dress. It was calming, somehow, to have that soft sensation in her hand in this unfamiliar manor. After a bit more fussing, she was finally ready to Mary's standard.

In an accident, both a schoolgirl and a stray cat are both killed by an oncoming truck. However, due to a certain meddlesome goddess, they are reincarnated as one.



Summer-"its seems so " 

Gina-"cool we all are going to live together"she said excitedly 

The six students saw an address written down,after an hour they reached at the their new house..! 

Crystal-"so this is where we all are going to live together " 

Gina-"let's go in" 

They walk inside the house,Voilet open the door,they enter and saw the house..! 

the six-"wow its beautiful "they said together,first they go in sitting room,their was huge soft sofa in center and on right side of sofa there was a large couch,in between two large couch and sofa there is small side table and light lamp on that small table,and on wright there is two small sofa, and in between two small sofa and large sofa there was sapce to walk throw, and on ground there is red with flowers on it beautiful carpet,and on their left side there is large LCD attached on wall and few beautiful portrait on sides, than they left the sitting room and walk towards the direction of kitchen, the kitchen was beautiful small table with six chairs on left side and in front a refrigerator etc,they left the kitchen and goes upstairs to look for their room there was rooms with name..! 

First Andy room: 

Andy-" oh look my room see you later "he goes inside his room,when he open the door on his wright hand side there is attached cupboard and on his left side is attached mirror,he walk inside in front there is one single bed,white bedsheet with blue pillows,and on cupboard right side there is bathroom,and in his bed right side,drawer and guitar on top of it...! 

Next Is Justin Room: 

Justin enters his room same as Andy but in front of his bed there is book shelf..! 

Next is Gina Room: 

Gina enters her room on her wright hand side there was mirror and with mirror there is attack cupboard, and left side there is pink colour bed and one pink and white teddy bear on her bed and in front there is a desk with chair and bed left side few steps later there is her bathroom..! 

Next is Voilet: 

Voilet is simple,green colour bedsheets on her bed and book shelf..! 

Next is Crystal: 

in her room there are many type of spells books and yellow colour bed sheet on her bed with her fav Teddy..! 

Next is Summer: 

Summer room is white and Grey,and black bedsheets with red pillows,animals portrait..! 

After An hour they changed their clothes and come downstairs in sitting room..! 

Andy-"there you are summer"Andy and Justin was sitting on couch and Gina and crystal was sitting on large sofa and Voilet was giving them juice to drink..! 

Summer-"seems like you all are in energy " 

Andy-"yes"sips juice 

Summer sits one of the small sofa and Voilet sit next to her,and give her jucies to drink..! 

***To Be Continued***

Its A story about a girl who is nine tail fox and fell in love with a vampire crown prince,she live in human world and goes to school where mutant with sepcail abilities come and also different species

The victorian house groaned as Anna made her way up the stairs. Her bedroom was on the first floor at the front of the property.  Her parents room was to the rear of the building and the long bathroom stretched the length of the hallway. The staircase continued to wrap around the second floor which Anna had not managed to explore. Flicking the switch on the first floor, Anna decided she would continue to the second floor where all the junk and numerous boxes yet to be unpacked had been dumped. 
The second floor was a small square landing at the top of the house . A tall internal door with a golden knob stood out on the shabby landing. The rain was still pounding on the sky light window but the warmth of the property made Anna forget the horrid weather outside. 
Anna went to the lonely door and pushed hard to open the it and discover the treasures which were hidden within the room. 
The loft space was dreary and other than a few boxes from their old house it held items which hadn't been touched for years and years. Cobwebs hung low from the rafters of the room and dust had settled on almost every available space. The bare floorboards creaked as Anna made her way into the room ready to investigate the many items untouched in this empty house. 
The only light which entered into the room was that from the daylight outside which poked its way into the room through the small circular window. 
Pushing a large cobweb to one side Anna dusted off the first cardboard box which attracted her attention. With the words 'do not open' its always the most intriguing of items. Opening the box, Anna found a variety of hats and scarves in the box. Large round formal hats with fur lining they looked beautiful and well kept. Small moth balls had been packed in to the box to protect the items within it, indicating they were once loved and meant something to someone a long time ago. 
The next few boxes all contained clothing which appeared to belong to a man and lady but nothing Anna recognised in her era. The stale smell of dust lingered in the room indicating just how long the items had probably been left unattended and stranded in the empty loft space. 
Anna turned around to see what other items were in the space, old but grand furniture covered the space. The loft was a vast space which covered the entirety of the building. Anna thought the space would make a beautiful study for her to come and do her homework and generally relax. As she skulked around the room in a general day dream a beautifully crafted full length mirror caught Anna's eye. Covered behind an old sheet, Anna made her way to the mirror to take a closer loom. She removed the sheet to reveal the white baroque style finish with intricate detail. The mirror was exquisite. Anna thought it would look beautiful in her new room so made an attempt to lift it to tKe it back downstairs. 
As Anna stepped to grab the mirror, her foot caught in the sheet she had dropped, she struggled to keep her footing as she held the mirror. The sheer weight of the mirror prevented her from keeping her balance, Anna fell with the mirror crashing in front of her, the largest crash boomed across the house as the mirror shattered into a 1000 pieces across the wood floor boards.

When Anna moves to a different town she has to get to start again making new friends and learning to blend in to the crowd. But after a run in with an ancient mirror, a strange character appears and ensures that Anna does anything but blend in. 
Follow Anna as she tries to understand who this character is and face the long battle ahead for inner peace or an unexpected death.

Chapter Two:
Who is that girl staring back at me?

~*~

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.

Main descendants of Lin Family lives in the inner courtyards while servants and household employees live in the outer courtyards. 
Easternmost inner courtyard is Lin Yun's courtyard. Lin Yun's courtyard is unusually quite today. 
Lin Yun's motionless body is lying in his room. Yin-Yang necklace hanging in his neck shines and cover his body. It lasts for half an hour and the necklace grew dim.
The necklace is the only thing that Lin Yun's mother left for him. He has never seen his mother and his father never answer about his mother.
" ah " Lin Yun groans and opens eye blurrily. He looks around for few seconds and faints again.
When he regains consciousness, it is already morning.
He wakes up when his personal maid Xiao Yi brings in water to wash his face.
"Young master, let me wash your face"
"Young master?" Lin Yun thought aloud. Then light comes on. Familiar yet strange memories surface in his mind. 
'Is this afterlife?' Lin Yun thought himself.
This is not earth. From the memories, he knows that this world is called Blue Martial World. This is capitial city of Sun Empire, one of the seven kingdoms alliance.
Lin Yun stares at Xiao Yi.
"What's wrong young mater? Has Xiao Yi done something wrong?"
"Hm, nothing. Put the water on the table. Let me wash myself."
"Does young master do not like Xiao Yi anymore?" Xiao Yi pouts.
"I dont mean that"
"Then, let me wash you." She soaks in the water and washes his face attentively.
Lin Yun had already deflowered this sixteen year old girl. But she did not complain. She adores her young master.
Lin Yun was a failed entrepreneur on earth. He died in a car crash. He faced bankcruptcy. He was walking dead drunk when the car smashing on him.
He startled awoke with lots of pain and then he fainted again. 
When he wakes up again, there he sees this beautiful girl adoring watching at him.
'Young master is so handsome. If I can have it myself, it will be good'  Xiao Yi thinks in her mind.
But Lin Yun hears it loud and clear.
"Xiao Yi, am I really that handsome?"
"Um. Young master is most handsome man in the kingdom, no, in the entire world." 
This girl is really infatuated with her young master.
"Okay, bring me a mirror"
"Young master, look at this large mirror" Xiao Yi points to the mirror pasted on the northern wall of his room. 
Lin Yun's room is about 10 square metres. His large king size bed is located on the near the western wall. On the norther side his dressing table, alhmirah and that extra large mirror.
This is first time Lin Yun looks around in his room. Southern side is reading table, book rack, etc. Whole wall is full of paintings. They are all painting of beautiful women with partially clothed or nude postures. 
These are all his own paintings. All of them are his conquests.
Whole city is known for his lasciviousness. Parents have to hide their daughters from him. 
The door is on the east side. Near the eastern wall is weapon rack. There hangs spears, swords, sabres, etc. This is his father's arrangment. He never touches them.
Lin Yun walks towards the large mirror as he looks around the room.
"hm, this is korean idol face" his narcissistic instinct arouses. 
He really is handsome playboy. Broad eyebrows, sharp eyes, pointed nose, red lips, dark long hair hanging on his shoulder. His body is slim not that thin. This is is result of rare medicines spent on him by his father Lin Tian.
"This is god's given second chance. I will live to the fullest". Lin Yun looks at his reflection in the mirror and said with firm eyes.
His thoughts are pulled back when he heard Xiao Yi.
" Why does Princess Ye Lingling not like such handome man?" Xiao Yi asks herself.
Lin Yun turns to her and says, " It's alright as long as our Xiao Yi likes me"
Lin Yun is not pessimistic man. He had lots of hope for his business when he started up but it all went down when he offended a rich young master. 
Now that he gets a second chance. He decides that he will become the best business man and lives his life to the fullest.
"But young master looks for a new woman for every week" Xiao Yi pouted.
'Young master has not kissed me for a long time' She thought to herself.
But Lin Yun hears it. This time he is staring at her. He does not see her lips moving when he hears the second sentence. It puzzles him.

A failed entrepreneur died on earth and transmigrated into the body of a playboy, Lin Yun, the young master of Lin Family of Sun Kingdom Capital City. 
He decided to live his second chance to the fullest. He enjoyed the women while he developed his business empire slowly. 
He is not interested in the politics and the contest of throne. 
Will he be able to stay indulged in pleasure? Let's see how far he goes.

Note: It includes many explicit sexual contents.
Update Rate : 3-4 chapters per day.

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?

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