What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

this is the story of Andrew’s journey on how he became the world’s largest pp from being the smallest.

Travis had just rejected  the 50th girl  this year  , it did not go so well it ended up with him in the school hospital  bed as he woke up he realized  that school was over so he went snooping  around to see if  can started  trouble  . as he was doing his snooping  he found  three people  in a classroom and one caught  his eye .

Li walked through the miles and miles of lush grass with his feet tingling with every step.
"I should probably make some clothes". Li thought, looking as his now tanned body from the direct sun. His hair started to grow longer the day he got here and it looked silver, reflecting into the grass. 
"Am I not human? No human has this kind of straight silver hair." He realized he hasn't actually looked as his full body yet due to lack of mirrors. Li started to think about mirrors and their reflection, but nothing showed up in his hand. 
"Mirrors are of glass and metal put together..... I should start with the desert biome." Li began to think about the hot sun with burning sand and the dunes. He soon found a pile of coarse sand in his sand, about a good handful. 
AUTOMATED SYSTEM: SAND ACQUIRED
" I want a 1000 mile by 100 mile square area of sand. Can you do that system?
 AUTOMATED SYSTEM: DONE
"Bu...." Before the words could get out of his mouth, a land of sand started to spread quickly to an exact square of 1000 miles by 100 miles if you could use something to look into space. Sand saw slowly heating up and flying into the air due to the present breeze. 
"So... yellow" What a wonderful shade! Li ran around and jump through the sand mounds randomly generated, feeling the rough yellow substance across his entire body. It didn't feel uncomfortable, despite being naked. The breeze also felt nice as he "swam" through the area. 
"I should start making some buildings, i'm not a naturalist". Li thought about the pyramids based in Earth's Egypt, filled with items not known by many people. He opened his eyes and saw a large pyramid, as big as he imagined, but it soon fell down, creating a small dust storm. From the collision with the ground, the air picked up and a large dust storm, approaching Li fast.  He tried to bury himself within the sand , but it was too late as Li got hit was millions of sand particles. He closed his eyes and braced for the worst. He brought his toned, bronze arms and shielded his face. He didn't feel any of the sand hit his arms, in fact, the only thing he felt was the wind. Li looked up and found the sand circle him, like there was a transparent wall.
SYSTEM: YOU HAVE SOME RESISTANCE TOWARDS THINGS YOU CREATE. 
HIDDEN TRAIT FOUND: RESISTANCE ISN'T FUTILE
Li found the the statement surprising and soon relaxed.
"At least I can't be killed anytime soon, though I wonder what will happen if I create life?
SYSTEM: YOU CANNOT CREATE LIFE YET. IT WILL BE DIFFICULT TO KILL YOURSELF. IF YOU DO, YOU SHOULD REMEMBER THE CONSEQUENCES. 
Li shuddered as he thought about what mythology's hell looked like, with lava, obsidian, and Hades, lord of the Underworld.
SYSTEM: CONGRATS, YOU CREATED FIRE, LAVA, AND OBSIDIAN BASED OFF YOUR IMAGE.
Li looked in his hand and found three things. A golden flame that stayed stable. Along with the fire was a small block of black rock, obsidian. The third thing was a small drop of molten lava. Li started to panic, feeling the invisible pain fire and lava should, but soon found the fire and lava didn't burn through his hand. He didn't even leave a scorch mark.
"I can play with fire! I've got the thank the system for the resistance"
SYSTEM: YOU'RE WELCOME. YOU CAN NOW CREATE GLASS SINCE FIRE HAS BEEN FOUND. 
"Bout time".
SYSTEM: YOUR SASS ISN'T REQUIRED
"Oh I have a question for you, are you an AI or are you an entity, but what are you?"
SYSTEM: THAT CANNOT BE EXPLAINED UNTIL YOU HIT THE MEDIEVAL ERA.
"Damn, how long do I have to live?"
SYSTEM: A GOOD WHILE, AT LEAST UNTIL I SEE A RELATIVE MODERN SOCIETY.
"You can see?"
SYSTEM: OF COURSE, I AM THE SYSTEM. I AM BETTER THAN THOSE COOKING AND WORLD DOMINATION SYSTEMS. SOUNDS FUN BUT I WANT TO SEE SOMEONE NOT DEAL WITH PROBLEMS THAT AREN'T THEIRS. I WANT YOU TO CREATE YOUR OWN PROBLEMS AND SOLVE AS WELL AS COLLECTING DATA FOR MY NEXT "SYSTEM" PROJECT. I AM HERE TO HELP SLIGHTLY AND OBSERVE. YOU ARE THE HOST, AND I HAVE TO FOLLOW SOME OF YOUR ORDERS. YOU WON'T FIND MY TRUE IDENTITY TILL LATER. I'VE RANTED LONG ENOUGH.
TEMPORARY MISSION: MAKE A MIRROR AND EVALUATE YOURSELF AND TAKE A GOOD GUESS WHAT RACE YOU ARE
REWARD: FLAME AND MANA MANIPULATION
"Oh mana exist? I haven't heard about mana since I've read those web based novels. I wonder if this is similar to mana from the novels." Li pondered but eventually stopped, and thought about a mirror. Some reflected glass appear, with no frame. 
SYSTEM: YOU HAVE CREATED A MIRROR.
Li was finally ready to see what body he had given since he been reincarnated. The results left him speechless.

Li is ready to pass on into the afterlife until a unique system makes him become a god of his own world.

All the first-year pupils of Black Isotta Sorcerer Academy had gathered at the large square where they had assembled three years ago, when they were admitted to the academy.
The only difference was that there were far less pupils this time. Many of them must have been murdered "accidentally".
At the time, a sorcerer was motivating the crowd of students in excitement.
"Today, you are going to take the First-Years Sorcery Test, and there are a total of 1,577 pupils from the Black Isotta, along with all the other first-years from the academies in Section 12 of the Holy Tower. The maps being handed out to you will guide you. Your goal for the test is to spend a month of time on an enclosed land in the Bramble Forest and come out of it alive. Then you will be considered to have passed."
"A month? Is it that easy?"
"What has changed? The test was said to be a terror!"
Pupils on the square buzzed.
On the rightmost of the throng, Grimm, Lefay, Chris, Nina, Robinson and a girl named Robin, who was in a relationship with Robinson, were standing close to each other. Robinson was the first to express his confusion:
"It's said that we are the best ones in commanding sorceries and the biggest in number among many batches of pupils coming to the Isotta academy in recent decades. For these reasons, a rumor has been circulating that the academy has decided to ratchet up the test's difficulty. Then I'd wonder why only 'come out of the enclosed place' would make us pass."
"Maybe the place is inhabited by monsters that only real sorcerers could take down." Robin pouted.
"Stop that! There is no way it's going to be like that." Robinson cut in.
"I doubt it, too. If that was the case, I bet no more than one tenth of us would be able to get out of that place, and even those three..." Grimm pointed to Kyrie, Brianna, and Solumn. "Even those three may fail."
Chris calmed the rest of the group: "Don't fuss. Just wait for the map, and things will clear out."
On accepting the map from the map-handler's hand, Grimm noticed a chain-shaped drawing inked in the top-right of the map. Then the chain got off the map and onto Grimm's forehead before being carved into it. And the chain retained it former shape.
Grimm frowned, but he was not in the mood of lingering on it as all the other pupils with the map in hand were clamoring. He stared into the map, too.
The testing ground was a 300 square kilometers area marked off in the Bramble Forest. It was forbidden to breach the frontier, or they would be warned by sorcerers who would be guarding them.
Attached on the map was a booklet explaining the details of the contest. According to its rules, there would be mirror (where the Sealing Sorcery was applied) deliveries on three specific days during their 30-day stay.
The first delivery of mirrors was on the first day of the survival match and a total of 100 mirrors would be planted in different places within the area. Within a mirror was buried one student-level Magical Tool. The second batch consisted of ten Magical Tools that were a lot more powerful than the previous arrival and would be set on the tenth day. The last one would arrive on the 20th day. Only one mirror arrived that day, and the bonus were medicines and sorcery notes that were thought to be able to spike up the receiver's mental strength.
Besides the clarification on the mirrors, a few words were written on the attachment: "For every contestant who is killed, the chain mark on his/her forehead would then be transferred to the killer's. For every additional chain one gets, 500 magical stones (an amount that would certainly sweep the contestants off their feet) would be conferred to him/her as a reward."
Grimm had thought that pupils in the Black Isotta were not supposed to kill each other, but it seemed that people had to kill to live now.
If the pupils were in luck, they might find a place to hide until a month later, but everybody was aware that go to the hiding, or relying solely on luck, was not an optimal option. They needed to be in extensive search of the mirrors and to power themselves up to be a hunter, rather than becoming a prey.
Grimm had an enhanced level of mental strength now and was armed with loads of Magical Tools, which put him in a good position to be in the match. And nobody except for the few pupils with innate talent such as Kyrie and Brianna had a chance to beat him.
"Consuming magical stones for the purpose of elevating my power was wisdom, I believe." Grimm recalled the huge amount of stones he had earned and had used in exchange for a variety of Tools, including his mask and symbolic insects, among other treasures.
But it would be a mistake to underestimate any enemy; in particular, the second batch of mirror supply on the 10th day might pose a real threat.
"We are being cornered. There is no way out," Robinson cried out after reviewing the map and the attached booklet.
His cry was met with a grim laugh. Chris then spoke:
"This is the time when we can have a real fight, like we did back on the ship. What is the point of working so hard at sorceries in the past three years if we are not going to fight? Unlike before, when we were weak setting foot here and when Lefay was protecting us from..."
As Chris was referencing Lefay, the rest of the group's attention was focused on her. She was wearing leggings, with the medial part of them cut away and showing her snow-white thigh.
She moved her head away from the map and looked at Chris. "I was doing my part. Now we work together to get us through this trial of fate." These words were uttered in a tone that could not be challenged.
"And I'd say we will be sent to the forest randomly. Nina, Robinson and..." Lefay stopped as she was listing the ones who should be looked after by the other team members. She then turned to Grimm:
"Nina, Robinson, and Grimm. You three might not be that strong enough to jostle for the mirrors on the first day since it would be quite competitive. So protect yourselves. And the rest of us will try our best to knock down some mirrors to get the upper hand. After that, all members meet at here." Lefay pinpointed a place on the map.
"Lefay, you don't have to. I can take care of myself. I've got..."
"Don't," Lefay said softly, still regarding him as the one who knew nothing at all beyond that Olfactory Mapping or something. She held back her desire to say things like "for your sake" and instead she said, "The Twelve Superiors of the Death Sail League and Solumn are having a brief meeting. I will be back in a minute."
Before Grimm said anything, Lefay held her arms around his waist and kissed him fervently.
People surrounding them looked with their pupils dilated and mouth wide open.
Lefay handed Grimm earrings as she asked him to take care and left.
The earrings were a Magical Tool of hers, the one that she used to produce the vine. It was called the Heart of Vine. Grimm put it on and sighed. In Lefay's heart, he had always been the one that required constant care and protection. But being cared for really made him feel wonderful.
Half an hourglass of time later, contestants began to be led by over ten sorcerers onto a huge scale. Each of them stood on one side of the scale and the other end was loaded with many magical stones. As the magical stones decayed into gray stones, the pupil's figure obscured and then disappeared.


"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
...
Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

'Well then my pretties I see that you made yourself at home' Vlad thought as he looks at the large Dunkleosteus in his new habitat.

The giant armoured fish currently swimming around in his new home seemingly swimming around quite anxiously.

Within the same tank are other animals such as Pikaia, Osteostraci, Anomalocaris and various others.

Of course with the giant Dunkleosteus around most of the creature tended to stay at the shallows or hides behind the reefs, unless they want to get nommed on.

On the surface this current fish tank is about the size of an Olympic size swimming pool but depth wise it's 10 meters deep. Obviously it's built to accommodate Vlad's prized armoured fish.

Obviously this is not the only one as he there's still a few other giant fish tanks in the ship to house the rest of Vlad's catches.

Having watched enough Vlad turns back from the large glass window and returned to his seat to continue his meal.

Vlad is currently dining in a large well decorated dining room (think of France's hall of mirrors but instead of large mirrors and windows it's replaced with a large fish tank) with a large rectangular table in the middle.

Obviously the table is much to large for any single person to use... heck it might even be too large if even if you call all your friends and family but Vlad having the ego as large as that of a battleship made his dining room ridiculously big.

'People just don't get it' Vlad sighs as he recall all the criticism people directed at him of having such a large useless room and it's not just that, he also has more of what others call "useless" rooms and other "useless ornamental" stuff.

Take the steak on his table for example, due to the lack of sense of taste and the player being essentially immortal most player won't even have a single piece of food in their entire ship and occasionally some would have a few tasteless ration bars laying around.

But not Vlad! as he has his food stores is filled with beef, pork, chicken and various other spices. 

Yes, he has food stores! that alone puts him quite the odd ball amongst the vast majority of the player base.

In Final Frontier food is pretty much just for aesthetic without much value... well maybe for non-player human NPCs it might be of some value but as pretty much all non-player humans are limited on the Sol system... it's pretty much useless.

Obviously Vlad is a bit special as you can see and it all started when he was a child. After watching a certain "TV" show from the past he has since been fascinated by so called "gentleman villains" in those old movies and "TV" shows.

Usually it's the hero you would be rooting for but for Vlad he thinks the villain is more fleshed out.

The ambition, the personality, the ego and the refined demeanour, These traits made the  character more... dare I say it? 

Alive and Human

Vlad often found that it's gentlemanly villains has more interesting traits then the so called main character.

Vlad's childhood is shaped by his fascination towards these characters and suffice to say it lead to him to acquire... certain special taste and preferences. 

Like a large highly decorated room with gold and silver gilded on carvings on the walls and in the middle of the room lays an Organ (one of the largest musical instrument ever made), of course there's another similar right next to it but this time there a piano in hit.

There's many such bazaar rooms across the ship.

The most extreme example is a domed room called the "Observatory" now one might assume that it's used to watch stars.

Yes, there is bright dots on the roof of the dome... but! Get this room is located right in the middle of the ship! And no, the dome is not a projection of the outside. That picture on the dome is just a painting painted with luminescent paint.

"WHAT FUCK MAN!?" Is most of the people's reaction when they heard of this.

To which Vlad replied that the room has a philosophical meaning.

Anyway, Vlad continues on his meal as he moves on to the main course.

Crack 

He opens up a large shelled arthropod on the table before proceeding to take a bite.

'Hmmm... taste like... a lobster? A Shrimp? Tho it has a bit more texture than them' Vlad thought as he ponders on the taste of the Anomalocaris that laid before him.

After as the Vlad considers what to do with the planet as design a custom seed module to be dropped.

While Vlad has little intention of destroying ecosystem of the world so he modified the expansion plan of the seed module to concentrate most activities on land.

While there's will be a few underwater bases built near areas of interests but it can't be built in all of them. 

Saying that it's not like there's no work around ,  One possible work around is that by tunnelling under that sea bed and digging long tunnels to the various resources points.

This of course presents a set of unique challenges and drastically delays development speed.

Defensive stations and armies will naturally be needed to defend this place. It is a life bearing world after all, which makes it quite important valuable and thus needs to be heavily defended.

Saying that there are other planets and celestial bodies in the systems which would automatically defend the whole system, but it's still a planet worth of resource we're talking about here. It's no small amount and it's enough to turn tides of a battle.

Fortunately the land doesn't seem occupied so he has 10% of the planet at the start to work with, then he'll build a few sea bases scattered throughout the world's large sea which it will harvest sea's rich untapped resources, it will do this by tunnelling under the sea bed as to not disturb the marine creatures living nearby.

Saying that he proceeded with such a major construction plan, while he did try to alleviate most of the impact but it's unavoidable that there will some environmental impact as the ground excavated will need to be dump somewhere.

To which Vlad thought why not just dump at the deep ocean trenches.

It's devoid of life anyway .... mostly.

Well... they're not that important anyway (Vlad's own opinion)

Look! Vlad want to dump a large quantity of dirt and conveniently there are large holes laying around... Hmm... seems like an easy problem to solve. (imagine that scene in the movie Idiocracy where Joe is given the test of putting round, square and triangle blocks into round, square and triangle holes.)

And so thus Vlad just created the largest fossil layer in Paleozoic Oceania's history which future archeologists would wonder what caused such a large quantity aquatic animals to be buried and fossilized in perfect condition. Some would speculate a mass extinction event must have happened in the past while others say that large tectonic movements caused lose earth from the side of the trench to fall off burying and preserving these wonderful creatures. (this part is a joke.... Mostly )

A guy got transmigrated in another universe with a spaceship from a game he was playing before he died.

Anahel and Rain accompanied Piper to the Red Queen's workshop, while Sajan vanished elsewhere. When they entered the large machine-cluttered room, Raphael was already there, adjusting a video stream on a big screen.
Piper glanced around. 'Workshop' conjured up images of woodworking and garages, but this room was a sleek chamber of twisted metal curves that had clearly been designed by the same mind that created Alice's chamber. It didn't have quite so many screens, but the fixation on black remained. Here, the walls seemed to be made of small black cubes, with red light gleaming behind some that had been turned at an angle. Solid red cupboards stood at right angles to one side, lined up like soldiers, while a number of large machines lined the other two walls. Some of them were steel and plastic, some of them as reflective as mirrors, and a few were, yes, black. With red lights.
The Red Queen materialized in the center of the room. "Miss Jones. If you'll take a seat here, I'll show you how to—"
But Malachai and Dantalion had appeared on one half of the screen, while a monstrous pack of charging demons occupied the other half. Without thinking, Piper moved past the Red Queen toward the screen.
"—And I'll just give you a moment. You really don't need to worry, Miss Jones. Malachai's methods are unorthodox, but he's very competent in his own way. Anahel, I need to calibrate some of my swarm cores against your—"
Piper watched Malachai dodge a demon and then wrench its axe away. He held the weapon almost negligently before swinging it at his attacker. When he threw it a moment later, it was like a child tossing aside a dull toy.
"How can he be so strong?" she demanded.
Raphael tapped a console and a third window opened, focused on where Dantalion lurked in his alcove. "Oh, we're all very strong. It's a simple enhancement."
"Raphael," said an irate Red Queen. "What are you doing over there?"
"Monitoring my patient," said Raphael, a small smile curving her mouth. "He seems to be behaving himself, however. You wished my assistance in configuring a new incarnation?"
"Among other things. Start inspecting the—"
Piper watched the Ark's defense a few minutes more, a sense of indignation growing stronger with every demon Malachai took down. She didn't even know why, only that it overshadowed the sense of horror and surprised respect she also felt.
"Hah!" said the Red Queen from beside her, as he threw a capsule and what looked like a spill of ink poured across the ground and tangled a demon's legs. "Well, at least he's putting my wasted efforts to use."
Piper darted her an inquiring look and she said, "That little 'barrier' dying down was just a fireworks sparkler band I made a few years ago. I would have expected attackers to be smart enough to see that. But I have to hand it to Malachai. He's good at smoke and mirrors. I've never known anybody as skilled at lying and then distracting people from his lies. Now, if you're done gawking, Miss Jones, I brought you here for a reason…"
"Oh!" said Piper, turning around. Rain leaned against the door, watching the screen as well. Raphael sat at a workstation checking something on a tablet, while Anahel, at a drafting table, had her eyes closed and her head on her arms. "Can I help somehow? What are you doing?"
The Red Queen gave her a look of exaggerated patience. "Among other things, organizing the further defense of this base, planning out the logistics of an assault on Jabberwocky, designing a second power plant with optimal efficiency, communicating with a wreckage recovery team, and trying to start the incarnation of Twelve, a process that will take three days once we work through the kinks."
Piper mapped this to the mission briefing. "Three days… so that's why we're supposed to work on surviving that long?" She snuck another glance at the view screen, and saw several demons edging over the now-sputtering barrier. Dantalion flicked one of the capsules Malachai had given him at them and when they scattered, sent a plume of black fire at each of them that didn't even leave ash behind. After he did so, he glanced up at the camera watching him, just once.
Shaking herself, Piper added, "Is Twelve really going to make that much of a difference?"
"He thinks so," said the Red Queen sourly. "And yes, you're rather important to the entire operation. An angel can't be incarnated without an Anchor, after all."
She thought of Twelve's arrogant voice. "He's probably not very fond of that restriction, is he?"
With an Anchor such as yourself, there will be compensations I fully intend on enjoying, said Twelve in her mind. She flinched, and then shivered as his words sank in.
The Red Queen's mouth thinned. "Yes, this is unfortunate but necessary. Please come over here." She guided Piper over to a freshly painted white square on the floor. The black tiles extended partially around it. "I need you to stand in here so I can extract your Warp imprint. The cubes will encase you. The whole experience should be somewhat like taking a shower, although you won't emerge wet."
Nervously, Piper tugged on her t-shirt and cargo pants. "Do I need to undress?"
"Unnecessary."
She looked at the square again. It was about the size of her own shower back in her flat. "Will it hurt?"
"No more than a shower." The Red Queen paused and her visor flashed. "Are you claustrophobic?"
Slowly, Piper moved forward into the square. "I don't think so." She lifted her head and added, "And I can always close my eyes."
"That's the spirit," said the Red Queen encouragingly. With a click and a clatter, the black cubes of the enclosing walls tumbled outward, growing like an organic thing until Piper stood in a small black space, lit by red gleams between the cubes. Warm air moved around her, tugging on her clothes. Crimson light flickered over her and the Red Queen's voice said, "I will now begin the scan."

Through the formation constructed by the white-robed Oracles, Wu Qi and the two heads of the treasury from Directorate of Celestials were teleported to a cluster of magnificent palaces.
In the middle was a square, ten miles in length and width, surrounded by numerous square shaped black palaces. In front of each palace stood a great number of stone pillars, where green light shone from the fire bowls placed atop them and smeared everyone's face green like ghosts. Gusts of cold wind blew through the gaps between the halls and across the square, filling the air with eerie whistles that sounded like the sighs of ghosts. The place looked quite bleak.
The square and palaces were extremely ancient. Every stone, every pillar, and every paved slab was showing signs of age. The square and palaces here were extremely ancient, every stone, every pillar, and every paved slab showing signs of age. All the palaces lay like ancient monsters on the ground, with a terrible, ferocious, and mysterious aura slowly seeping out of the heavy gloominess that shrouded them.
Many black-robed Oracles could be seen moving in and out of the palaces. Their pace was slow and unhurried, just like how people felt about the entire Great Yu. Their faces were stiff and unsmiling, and their eyes were locked on a spot on the floor in front of them as they walked, which made them look dull and almost vacuous. But, it was clear that these Oracles all possessed a mighty overall strength, judging from the golden suns and silver moons embroidered on their sleeves.
Dull, rigid, lifeless, yet containing a power in their bodies enough to destroy everything…This was not only the impression these Oracles gave, but the entire Great Yu as well.
Wu Qi had no time to take a few more glances at the nearby scenery, for the two black-robed men were escorting him to a distant palace. Using some kind of magic, it only took them a few steps to bring him to the front of the palace.
Like all the palaces in this place, the square palace was constructed from huge black stones. The surface of the stones polished as smooth as mirrors was carved with countless intricate runes and inlaid with numerous black energy stones, forming a powerful defensive formation. On the rooftops of the palace stood a group of black-clothed Heaveneye Men and Heavenear Men, who formed an impenetrable defense system to keep outsiders away from the palace.
Directly in front of the palace was a doorway that was over a hundred feet tall and ten feet wide. Darkness reigned inside the doorway, warding off any pale-green light that tried to sneak into the palace. It gave the impression that the doorway led directly to another world, a world that did not belong to the living.
Sitting on an about thousand feet tall stone platform, the palace could be reached through a flight of steps paved with huge stones stretching upward from the front of Wu Qi. Hundreds of soldiers in heavy armors and black cloaks draped over their shoulders were scattered across the stone steps. Each of them was covered with a variety of tattoos on their exposed skins, which flashed with faint light and wriggled slowly as if they were alive, forming a set of living formation diagram.
'Could this be the unique Tattoo Formation of Great Yu's Directorate of Celestials?' thought Wu Qi as he rested his eyes on those soldiers. It was an art of drawing various rune formations on the human body with a special potion and unique technique. Such formations could actively absorb various natural energies, inject them into the bearer's body and, according to the design of the formation, strengthen the bearer's muscles and bones. Coupled with a variety of special drugs, the warriors with Tattoo Formations could quickly become powerful fighters without going through lengthy cultivation.
This was what Great Yu's Directorate of Celestials excelled at: the ability to quickly produce powerful fighters in large quantities. It was said that there were several fierce clashes between the Heaven's immortals and Great Yu during the ancient times, during which, the immortals, although in an advantageous position where they almost won the battles, were thrown into utter confusion by the fierce and fearless fighters the Directorate of Celestials had produced in a very short period of time. Eventually, all the clashes ended up in internecine outcome with neither side gaining anything but losses.
The most terrible thing was that the souls of the fighters with these tattoos would be imprisoned in their bodies forever after they died. Their fleshly bodies would be transformed into half-zombie and half-ghost existences with a prowess that was a hundred times greater than before. Because of this characteristic, the art of Tattoo Formation was a forbidden art in Great Yu, and the Directorate of Celestials dared not to produce large quantities of such fighters unless it was absolutely necessary.
Wu Qi could not sense the aura of a living person from these fighters in front of him, with only two faint green flames beating in their eyes. Evidently, they were no longer alive, but dead men whose souls were imprisoned forever in their bodies. Then, he cautiously probed their power with his divine sense, and found that they were indeed very, very strong. These fighters were emanating an aura of death that was completely different from the aura of the living, which made their attacks lethal.
Escorted by the two black-clothed old men, Wu Qi made his way up the stone steps as the fighters' ghostly eyes followed him, entering the palace through the pitch-black doorway. No sooner had he entered that a chilly wind with an indescribable smell came blowing at his face, which tickled his nose and made him sneeze several times.
Amidst his sneezing, faint specks of light lit up in the dark hall.
"As decreed by His Majesty, Marquis of Dong Hai Province can pick a Supreme Tower here and take it with you," one of the old men said in a low voice. "Hehe, a genius who cultivates both fleshly body and magic deserves this privilege! I'm sure Marquis of Dong Hai Province will be a mighty Supreme Oracle in the future."
The other old man took Wu Qi by the hand and led him to a corner of the hall. While chuckling, he said, "Please pardon me for taking this opportunity to do you a favor, Marquis of Dong Hai Province. Here are the best Supreme Towers you can find in Directorate of Celestials. I ask not much, just take care of our descendants when you have risen high in the future!"
The faintly lit specks of light allowed Wu Qi to have a clear view of the surroundings.
He was in a space that was hundreds of miles in length and width, and about tens of miles in height. Countless Supreme Towers of varying sizes were hovering in mid-air, with the largest measuring about a mile in height and the smallest only a few inches tall. But, regardless of their sizes, all Supreme Towers had runes flickering across their surfaces and were constantly emitting powerful energy fluctuations.
Every year, the Directorate of Celestials collected countless rare materials to produce a certain number of Supreme Towers. Whenever a new Supreme Oracle was born, he would come here to choose a Supreme Tower, which would serve as his future residence. Of course, the Supreme Tower's ability to shatter through the void also made it the best vehicle for the Supreme Oracle.
Although Great Yu did not give birth to new Supreme Oracles every year, the Directorate of Celestials still produced a certain number of Supreme Towers each year. For this reason, the number of Supreme Towers in this warehouse had increased over the years. Wu Qi roughly estimated that there were at least over 100,000 Supreme Towers here.
As a matter of fact, these Supreme Towers were also strategic weapons that Great Yu prepared for emergencies. If a conflict broke out between Great Yu and some powerhouse, Sun Oracles who were not eligible to own Supreme Towers would come here to pick one for temporary use. As a kind of magical artifact that had incredible offensive and defensive abilities, although only Supreme Oracles had enough power to use them, ordinary Sun Oracles could also use them to fight the enemies for a short period of time, as long as they were supplied with sufficient amount of energy stones and immortal stones.
A Supreme Tower filled with enough energy stones and immortal stones would give an ordinary Sun Oracle offensive and defensive strength infinitely close to a ninth-tier Primordial Immortal. There were more than 100,000 Supreme Towers stored in this hall, all of which had their cores fully filled with energy stones and immortal stones. This showed that Great Yu had an incredibly fearsome latent power.
Dozens of fist-sized Supreme Towers were hovering mid-air in the corner where the old man had led Wu Qi to, all emitting a faint silver light. The old man smiled at Wu Qi and said, "These are the most powerful Supreme Towers built in the recent years. All the materials and runes are personally made by the best craftsman of Directorate of Celestials, Youchao Feng."
Youchao Feng was from the clan of Youchao, a clan that was famous for artifact crafting in Great Yu. The best magical artifacts that one could find in Great Yu were all produced by its people. When Wu Qi scanned the Supreme Towers in front of him with his divine sense, he found that they were indeed excellently crafted. There was not even a single flaw that could be found either in their exteriors or interiors.
But, being flawless did not mean they were the best.
Wu Qi reflected what Yu Chen had told him previously. He gave the two old men who wore ingratiating smiles on their faces a look, then said, "According to His Majesty's decree, is it that I am allowed to pick any one of all the Supreme Towers here in this hall?"
The two old men exchanged a glance, then nodded at the same time and said, "Just so, as it is His Majesty..."
Before the two old men had finished speaking, Wu Qi burst out laughing and spun around the hall like a gust of wind. Streams of flame shrouded in immense ghost aura shot out of his fingertips, leaving twisted lights and shadows along the way as each accurately struck at an invisible restriction spell in the air. When he shot out the last stream of flame, a light flashed on the north wall of the hall, and a door emerged silently.
The two old men froze. They glanced at each other and cursed in low voices at the same time, "How could Master Yu Chen do this?"
Laughing happily, Wu Qi gave the two old men a playful wink and strode through the door. The two old men hurried in after him, their faces sad.
The space within was not as large as the first hall, probably about a few acres or so. Dozens of shelves carved out of stones were sparsely placed, and altogether, they housed approximately three hundred Supreme Towers, the largest of which was about the size of a man's head, and all looked worn-out and battle-scarred.
The air was clean and the ground almost dustless, but the Supreme Towers on the stone shelves were filthy. On the nearest shelf, Wu Qi saw a Supreme Tower covered in spider webs and an inch of dust.
This inner hall was very clean. The ceiling, walls, and floor were dustless, and the air was pure and fresh. Even the stone shelves were clean enough to be used as mirrors.
Only these three hundred or so Supreme Towers were very dirty...
Or maybe they were not dirty...Maybe those were only the signs of age, for they had existed for too long.
Each of these Supreme Towers gave the impression that they had existed in this world for countless years.


He who steals a hook gets hanged as a crook; he who steals a kingdom becomes a duke. 
Those who steal the world and the hearts of the people become a Divine Immortal.
The Dao of the universe is boundless, and the will of mortals is limitless.
Follow me and watch how I alone use my hands to steal the heavens!
Translator's synopsis: An unexpected discovery in Machu Picchu has transported a young professional thief from Earth to a world filled with mystical powers and evil plots. With his beloved teacher and best friend killed during the calamity, his only goal is to become stronger, so that he can take revenge for them.This is a novel filled with politics, the struggle for power, evil beauties, and of course, Divine Immortals.  
*Warning: Erotic scenes inside...

"My name is Griffin people just call me Fin. I don't really like it but call me whatever." He introduces himself to me stretching out his hand for me to shake. I recoil back into my shell and stare at the outstretched hand. He shakes it for emphasis, that he really does want to shake my hand and I reach out my fore fingers.

His hands are cold, so cold I don't know how he lives like that. He starts walking before stopping and looking back at me, "you are coming with me." I don't know why he thinks that o will just walk off with a stranger like that, without having a mind of my own. "Unless you want to be a hashwi's[1] dinner then okay, you can stay back." I may not know what a hashwi is, but they sound dangerous. I pick my self up in lightning speed and trail after him.

"What are hashwis?" I ask and he stops to pick a twig from the ground. He separates it to the tiniest bit before sticking it inside his mouth.

"You don't want to meet one." He gives me a vague answer before plucking the stick out. It now resembles a foundation brush I once owned. The thought itself is enough to send me into over drive and I begin thinking of how I look just then. I did not cleanse my face the morning or apply my morning cream.

My hands reach up to my face on reflex and I feel really ugly, like the creatures I just met earlier. Will my mother even look for me? I doubt. Maybe she will rejoice that am no longer in sight, that am no longer bringing shame upon her.

"How did you get here?" He asks as we ascend a narrow path up a hill. At the top is a round grass thatched hut, the walls suffocating under the twigs and plants growing around it. At the far background I can hear the tumble of water on rocks and my guess is backed up when the wind blows mist towards us.

"It was a woman, she pushed me inside my mirror." I explain the words before shaking my head. I can't believe them myself. She was terrifying and harsh. I don't even understand how I could fit into that mirror.

"Ah." He nods in realisation. "Those are Calarks.[2] They live in mirrors and watch your every move. Mostly in the clearest of the mirrors. Once they find a weakness, they take the chance and pounce." He explains before kicking a rat like created with a tail too long for itself out of the way. "Everyone inside this place wants to get out someday..." He proceeds with his speech before pushing the door inside.

I don't want to get inside the hut. It is radiating such an awful smell I could compare it to rotten eggs, but that is just better. Griffin is already inside the abode, and he peaks out to motion that I hurry inside. The top part of my night dress is not wet, so I lift it to my nose and force my kegs to step inside.

"It smells horrible." I complain when the fabric can hold nothing inside.

"What?" He asks taking a seat on a patch of soil carved into a seat.

"The smell!" I muffle back and he shrugs.

"Well I don't smell a thing." He says in finality before getting up from hi seat with a start. "Tea perhaps, I used to like it when I was human." He suggest and for a moment I forget that the smell around me is not good for human health.

"You were human?" I ask and he stops for a moment, glancing back at me and regretting what he just said.

"Have some tea." He thrusts a metal cup into my hands, too hot for handling and he takes it back seeing my struggles. He is not going to avoid my question like that.

"How did you get here if you were human?" I ask a different version of my earlier question and he shrugs.

"Am not human as you can see." He snaps back walking off to a section of what I assume to be his home. The raised tuffs of soil are four in number, with a larger surface area of it to act like a table. The divided section which is his kitchen has all sorts of pieces of items to act as utensils, some hanging on the walls.

At the far back there is a depression, and the burrow leads further down into the mountain.

"But you said –"

"I think you heard your own words." He cuts me off before opening a little cabinet at the bottom. "I would gave some Dire[3] by now if not for your magical drop from the sky." He how's on complaining before lifting a plant. "Now am having cabbage for breakfast." He finishes with his speech, proceeding to chop down the cabbage in large square pieces. No one in their right mind has that for breakfast. I realise that he won't answer my question but I won't give up. I push it to the back of my mind for later.

"What's Dire?"

"Dire?" He questions back before laughing. "Everyone loves Dire! The only sustaining food supply. Now that the supply is dwindling, all of us are going to die – " he leaves the statement hanging his mouth twisting in a weird fashion to whistle along to his task.

I hope my father is looking for me... he won't even find me! What the hell is this place? I want to go home. I slap away a cold feeling on my feet and get lost in my own thoughts. The coldness is back and I look down, finding an ugly, fat leech on the surface.

I let out a piercing scream that I hurt my own eardrums. Griffin rushes over to my side and on seeing the leech, let's out a stream of words before asking that I keep quiet.

"Get it of! Get it of!" I go on wailing and he freezes by two urgent taps on his door.

"I told you to keep quiet!"


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A/N

1. Hashwis are large creatures with exaggerated features, mostly appearing with three or one eye. Females have the third eye in red colour. They eat anything crossing their path.

2. Calarks are dead ghosts with unsolved missions, stalking the mirrors of bathrooms and sinks (where water seems to be close by.) They are mostly female and feed on weaknesses and fears.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

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