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The next day. Aser had gotten over the embarrassment from the weird book, and was hoping Julia had as well. The sun was peeking through the clouds as the morning dew scattered around the field. The slight wintry breeze made him hug his coat tighter around him. 

Aser wanted to walk around the grounds for a bit instead of staying cooped inside. It was only two more weeks for school to start, and he needed to buy the books he needed for class. Even though he read so many of them in the library, the school would still require you to bring your own to lessons. Perhaps they would allow a student to borrow the texts from the library for a while, but they would eventually have to get their own copies. 

He remembered Julia telling him about this bookstore close to the school grounds that had a lot of interesting materials as well as the ones they needed for class. Since he hadn't really explored the city by himself, Aser decided to check the store to see if he could find anything of interest. 

Heading out of the large white-gold gates, the boy walked south until he neared a street lined with different stores. The merchants in Shelfield Coast City got most of their materials through imports, while the exports consisted of aquatic goods such as fish and clams as well as dark iron from the underground mines. Due to the island's proximity to the Western Continent, the city had a thriving navy and merchant economy. 

Aser kept walking until he saw a small shop with the sign "Sam's Curious Literature". The building seemed to meld with the others in the area, and seemed well taken care of. The windows gave a view to the insides of the shop, filled with shelves and popular books on display. There were a few people in there already, and it seemed to be relatively prosperous.

Stepping inside, the air around him turned much warmer, allowing him to loosen the tight coat. Glancing around the place, Aser decided to explore a bit. There were a few bookshelves in the front of the store filled with tomes of various different titles and subjects, as well as a resting area for anyone that wanted to peruse them before buying. He noticed there was a young man sitting behind the counter absorbed in playing with a small metal instrument. If he remembered right, it was called a harmonica, a favorite among the sailors and natives of the city. 

Aser noticed there was a small pile of older and shabbier books near the back of the store as well. Finding nothing too interesting among the bookshelf, he decided to check out the pile. Flipping through them, he saw that most of these were either torn or worn out. At the moment he thought there was nothing much interesting, he saw a small black book about the size of his palm. It didn't have any titles, and the cover seemed to be made from shark leather. 

Most leather used were processed or cow leather, or even papyrus bound, but shark leather was very uncommon for books of this size. Shark leather was known to be very durable but also highly expensive, and most would use it for precious tomes or scrolls for binding. Finding one that was used as a cover seemed very rare to Aser. 

Flipping through the little book, he saw that the pages were empty. Deciding to return it, he put it down and was about to go over to the counter to get his school books. Recently, Aser had also gotten into the habit of activating Mind's Eye before speaking to someone to get better at reading their emotions, as suggested by Ashes, so he enabled the skill. Briefly glancing back to the pile, Aser noticed that there was a slight surge of Essence Particles from the black book. Curious, he picked it back up and was surprised to see there were words there now. 

The language it was written in seemed very weird to him. It was in a form of symbolic association, with lines and circles. Grabbing the book, he headed to the counter to get the others and left the store. The boy behind the counter seemed curious as to why Aser wanted to buy a blank book, but still charged him only 10 Copper Notes for it. 
…
Back at the Academy's Library, Aser arranged his study materials in one of the bookshelves in the study room, and sat down to inspect the black book. He noticed that there was a symbol on the front of the book as well. 

"Ashes, can you understand what language this is?"
[It seems to be similar to the Baltish text from the Setting Sun Islands, but more ancient.]
"Can you see if you can read the Essence History and translate it?"
[Sure. Translation in progress.]

Aser left the translation to Ashes while he sat down and started to cultivate before lunch. These days he preferred to cultivate before lunch, as Julia was usually around afterwards so it wasn't acceptable for him to just leave his guest alone while he cultivated. After 5 hours, Aser woke up with a notification from Ashes.

[Aser, I was able to decipher some of the words, but I've figured out the title of the book. It's a single word, and from my understanding after translation, it means "Starlight"]

"Starlight? That seems special."

In fact, Aser was confused as to why he was the only able to see the essence particles from the book. He was sure that there were plenty of other people that can detect essence particles, maybe not as clearly as him, but they would still be able to detect them from this book. 

"Could it be due to my inherited blessing?!", he thought excitedly! Ever since he unlocked his system and saw his passives, he had wondered what the blessing was for and why it was related to stars. He never felt any particular connection to the night sky. Sure, he liked looking at it, but no other feelings. Realizing that he could maybe find a way to improve his blessing, Aser excitedly asked to translate the rest of the text to him.

Beasts had unlocked their System during the Ancient Era, and were once the rulers of the world. A catastrophe had caused them all to go into slumber, ushering in the Venture era where humanity started leaving their settlements to explore. As civilization progressed and tensions rose, humanity fought with themselves for the large swathes of territory. Near the end of the Conquer era, the beasts started awakening from their slumber and pushed humanity to the brink of destruction. Through efforts from humanity's top leaders, the system was unlocked for man, and thus began the era of Enlightenment. 

The goal of everyone in this era is to get enlightened, to seek Ascension. Now every child, every family, every influence seek to be an Ascended like the heroes of their world. 

Aser, an Unknown child raised in an orphanage in the Southern Seas. Like others, on his 7th birthday, the system had awakened in his mind, but he realizes he's special. As he explores the mysteries of the System, our protagonist strives to excel, to prove his worth in the world of Gigantis, to find his parents and to figure out the path to Ascension.

As the sunlight stream gently, warm autumn wind blowing, and the vivid cherry blossoms flutter on this day, a young man dressed in simple white shirt and blue jean is walking on a street surrounded in both side by cherry trees reading the latest manga chapter of 'One Piece'.
   
He is an average man; not handsome or not bad-looking with short black hairstyle as David Beckham, not too thick eyebrow with sharp eyes. His name is Sky Embra, an IT manager with decent pay who live alone in an apartment.
Closing the book and sitting on the nearby bench, he muttered,


"Man, that was epic.. journey of Roger and Oden.. Laugh Tale huh?.. I really want to know why you would say like that? Well, that's not my place to ask anyway... Arr...a I also want to go on adventure.. Hm ? What is that? "


He just finished reading the manga and muttering but he suddenly stopped and looked beside him.
"Is it always been here? Or  Did someone forget? Hmm.. there is no one here..whatever, let's hand it over to the police.."


What he saw is a book with a little dusty leather cover,  rope wrapped around it. So, you can say that it is a book, no, a diary at that. On the leather cover is a symbol he hadn't seen it before. He exclaims his thoughts out loud,


"What a gorgeous symbol!  And it is good to hold too. It must've been really expensive . Well, come let's get you to the police station.. so, your owner can get you.."


He held the diary book, got up and was about to go but, the rope wrapping around the diary suddenly become undone and slip away from his hand and open to a page.
"Oya, silly me.." Shaking head, as he is about to get the diary, he noticed the question on the page asking, "If you would choose between getting rich in your current life or go to adventure as you just wished, what would you choose?"


"Huh? Obviously I would go on adventure.. who would want to stay in this life where no one give a shit about what is happening to you? wait a minute.. why do I even answer to a book? Hah... nice prank Mr.nobody ... Whatever.."


He picks up the diary, warp the rope and go to the nearest police station and give the book to L&F Dept.(Lost and found department).
The sun is getting low and he went back to his apartment before buying foods for dinner.


The apartment is a simple one with 1 living room, 2 bedrooms, 1 kitchen and 1 bathroom.
He showered, had simple dinner and read a manga on the sofa with a cup of green tea.
As he is about to turn a page, the electricity go out.. and he can't see anything suddenly..


"Hmm.. the landlady did not tell me electricity will go out tonight.. I hope it is not long. "


Saying he walks up to the window and is about to open the curtain to let the moonlight in. But then, he heard a sound, more specifically a sound like a bird flapping it's wings. He turns back and sees something or rather someone unbelievably beautiful with white wings....

An average otaku and a neet , Embra , journey to multiverse just traveling and chilling out. 
Traveling across the miltiverse and learning skills.

This is an adventure of a average man and also a cute love story between goddess and a man.

The sand in the hourglass shifted. Suddenly, Sunders addressed Crow with a question, "Mister Crow. Did you come to the wizarding world by normal means?"
Crow looked at him without speaking.
"So my guess is correct. Your life is near the end, no?"
Crow threw his head up. His questioning gaze towards Sunders was filled with coldness.
"What are you implying?" asked Crow as he used the same foreign accent.
"Nothing really. I only want to tell you one thing. Smuggling yourself to the wizarding world is no small matter. Oh, also, you shouldn't trust wizards' promises too easily." 
With that, Sunders looked at Sliv again.
"'Sorcerer of Big Fish' Sliv. Next time we meet each other, I hope you bring a Residential Permit for Crow. Otherwise, you will be meeting someone else instead, the law enforcers from Supreme Cult."
Next, Flora threw her scroll in the air under Sliv's shocked stare.
A strange-shaped rupture appeared in front of them.
As Sliv watched in disbelief, Sunder led Flora into the rupture and disappeared.
Sliv could not believe his own eyes. He messed up a sure chance! And how in tarnation could they use their teleportation?!
Sliv directed an angered look towards Crow.
Crow shook his head. "The Psychic Space Barrier wasn't triggered. They didn't leave via a plane passageway."
Sliv extended his spiritual feeler as well. There were no space ripples around. 
Damn it! Then how did they escape?! A replacement spell? Can't be. There weren't spell ripples either.
Sliv almost went mad. He was not planning to let Sunders live at all. He already ordered the wizards from Song of the Deep to prepare to keep Sunders here forever no matter what the man chose. Otherwise, they would face terrible consequences.
Retaliation from Sunders or Brute Cavern was another thing. The biggest problem was Crow's identity.
A wild smuggler from another plane was not a big deal, but an extremely power smuggler was. If the Supreme Cult accused Sliv of "exposing wizardry secrets" because of Crow, he would be in real trouble. 
However, just by revealing secret would not help Crow get into the wizarding world if he did not have a guide.
Sliv did not reveal any secret for that matter. He only made a deal with Crow. He hired Crow as an in-house bouncer for Song of the Deep while paying him Life Extension Potions. If the Supreme Cult investigated him, his best bet would be claiming that he only made a deal with Crow around the potions. However, if something went wrong, the cult could accuse him of revealing secrets about alchemy potions to a smuggler from another world. That would be disastrous!
Damn it all! 
Sliv clenched his fists with nowhere to vent his anger.
His bold move did not earn him anything besides grudge from Sunders. To prevent being investigated by the Supreme Cult, he must do something about Crow as well. Everything went wrong!
What Sliv was not expecting was that something even worse was waiting for him.
…
The cloud whale glided leisurely under the thunderclouds.
After being showered by the lightning bolts several days ago, the ranch outside was in a bad shape. Thank goodness the weather turned better. The thunderclouds were still there, but the lightning grew weaker.
Angor moved back to his own small tent.
Today, Angor took a nap at noon and left the tent with a great spirit. Without Sunders and Flora around, he felt relaxed. Even Toby did not disrupt his good mood by tweeting on top of his head.
He strolled into Sunders' beautiful tent. Toby launched itself from Angor's hair, circled around, and flew towards the dining hall. Butler Goode made a small compartment for Toby. There were all kinds of food and toys for the bird in there.
Angor went straight to the book room and shut the door and curtain. After making sure he did not miss out anything, he took out a bronze pocket watch from his clothes.
Aleen gave him the watch when he left The Redbud.
The pocket watch had an oval-shaped flip cover, which was decorated by an embossed flower pattern. Opening the cover would reveal a white and clean dial inside.
Angor did not open the cover. Instead, he screwed the back cover open and revealed the delicate gears and springs behind it.
He carefully picked up a square crystal as thin as insect wings from the side of one of the gears.
The thin crystal was a valuable gift left by Jon—the hologram tablet.
To keep it safe, Angor never took it out while Sunders and Flora were still on the cloud whale. Since they left, Angor would well use the tablet as best as he could.
Sunders said that Angor was free to read all books in the library before they reached Fey Continent. There were a lot of books here. More than a hundred thousand paper books were placed on the bookshelves in good order. Angor could not remember them all, so he only chose a few to read before reaching Goman Kingdom, and he only finished about a hundred of them.
Now that Sunders was away, Angor got a new idea.
The tablet could record images, so he could keep all the books in it!
On the second day after Sunders left, Angor became a cameraman and spent most of his time photographing the books.
This was the fifth day of his "career". He had finished recording 99 percent of the books. There were only a few leather collections left.
It went smoothly. When the oil lamp on the desk dimmed, he finished the last book.
Angor checked the time. It was still too early for dinner, so he activated the tablet to arrange all the pictures he took.
He did not check the content of the books during these days but he still had a vague idea about the distribution of books in Sunders' collection room.
All the books seemed to be collected by Sunders personally. There were 11 double-sided bookshelves, all of which were four meters high. There were about more than a hundred thousand books on them. 
The first two bookshelves mainly contained books related to apprentices and common wizardry knowledge.
Starting from the third bookshelf were books about formal wizards. The third shelf was mostly aged leather books. Most of the leather covers were cracked. The books mainly contained traveling stories of wizards in ancient times or anecdotes. There were also some ancient spells. The book Initial Glory which recorded the creation of the very first meditation method was also here.
The fourth held more books about wizards, but there were more biographies and tips on wizard training than spell books. The fifth to the tenth shelf were most attractive for Angor. There were many miscellaneous arts, such as Drawing Spell Patterns, Basic Alchemy, Material Extraction, Illustration Manual for Monsters in Abyss Plane… They were only elementary books though. Sunders' book room did not contain anything about in-depth content.
Angor guessed that Sunders arranged the books before letting him in, to make him find his own path by reading about various knowledge.


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

William Hughes had a pretty good life, he thought. He had every material possession he could ever want, he had gotten top marks in all his classes, maintained good friendships, and spent the majority of his time being happy. He was even able to play video games in his spare time. More recently he'd gotten into Cambridge University for theology, and in the past week he'd been given a scholarship and accepted into the Gentleman's Order of the Coffee-Stained Page. Sure, there were times he broke down and said to himself that he had no future, that he was the worst man he'd ever heard of, but everyone had those moments, right?
The Order was a group of scholars who ran the university's library, and received generous grants for their research. Historically they were known as the mystical Scholar's Guild, who were able to find books no-one had ever heard of, and were even believed to have been demon-slayers of some kind. It was a huge honour to be accepted into their hallowed ranks. 
It had been a difficult choice for Will to start a theology class in the Divinity Faculty on account of his existing faith being in Wicca, but his thirst for knowledge had led him to the area he knew least about, and he'd been to Cambridge before and found a good amount of occult believers, as well as one great occult shop. 
He certainly didn't regret his decision once he received the gargantuan sum from his scholarship and the Order, and having the keys to the library together with a vote for their purchases was a great boon also. Today he was perusing the shelves for a copy of the Malleus Maleficarum. He wished it wasn't included on the syllabus - it was a truly vile and ignorant depiction of witchcraft from a medieval Christian perspective - he had a mind to show his lecturers the Grimoire of Turiel just to set them straight on the true Christian thoughts on magic. 
He picked up the Maleficarum, but another book on the same shelf caught his eye. 'Magic and Sorcery for the Novice Guild Member'. The binding looked ancient, yet still sturdy. The title was embossed in gold lettering and when he picked it out, the cover was hand-painted with a variety of symbols - many of which Will knew, but some were a mystery. He decided to take the book out, if only to research the book itself. The "Guild" it was referring to seemed likely to be the Scholar's Guild that was the foundation of the Order. 
He resolved to question the president later. Meanwhile he took the two books to the counter and signed them out.
"Hey, watcha got there, Will?" Will's closest friend in the Order had just entered the library.
"Something rather interesting, James. I had to get the Maleficarum for my class, but I found this thing on the same shelf. I believe it's been here since before the Order."
"That's not so special. Let me take a look." He walked over to where will was standing and suddenly rushed into action, flipping through pages frantically, totally absorbed.
"This is incredible. From the theories detailed in here, it actually looks like magic might be possible. Like Harry Potter style magic. It says you need a Grimoire though. Some kind of decorated tool, by the looks of it. Or maybe a book, it does mention pages."
"You don't know what a Grimoire is? It is a book, specifically a book that details all of its owner's spells. What, does it have instructions for making one?"
"Yeah, it's really in-depth. This is complicated. There's a lot of uhhhh... Ingredients?"
"Oh? Like what?"
"Apart from the obvious, seems like a load of spices and herbs. They're supposed to stimulate the brain in different ways to help you focus on different aspects of a spell."
"I've never heard of using them in a Grimoire, but herbs and spices are used in similar ways in Wiccan magic too. I'd be interested to see what could turn that into 'Harry Potter magic' as you called it." They said their goodbyes and Will carried the books back to his dorm. He still had some daylight left, so he made a note of everything he would need for the Grimoire and set out buying them. By the time he got to the occult shop, he already had everything he would need for the book itself: wood, resin, papyrus and string. He'd wanted to get velum as mentioned in the instructions, but it was hard to source and frowned upon in the modern day, so he settled for a high quality Egyptian papyrus instead of cheap paper. He knew that ingredients of spells in Wicca were often interchangeable so long as they had the same properties, so he hoped it would be as acceptable with this type of magic. He found the rest of what he needed very quickly, but he could never leave this shop without buying more than he'd intended, so he picked up a deck of tarot cards and a crystal pendulum too. Thanking the owner, he returned to his dorm and began work on his Grimoire.
"Okay, so we have sage, cumin, cinnamon, turmeric and mugwort. That's a pretty basic formula for beginners, and besides the sage, they all have strong and distinct smells. I won't change the recipe for the moment, but it's worth noting that I might be able to expand my repertoire by adding more properties in scent-based ingredients." He had some old leather lying around, so once he'd applied the resin design to the ash wood cover and bound the pages to it, he carefully chased the leather onto the cover. Following this, he copied the symbols and spells meticulously from the book. The final step in the instructions was to cast a spell using symbols on the cover of the book, to bind it to the owner. 
He hurriedly grabbed his paints and brushes, knocking over his coffee table on the way. Once he'd finished inscribing the symbols, he recited the suggested incantation. The book glowed with a soft white light. The light gradually spread across Will's vision, and when it faded he realised his eyes had closed. Opening them, he jumped and slammed into his back wall. A creature was floating above the Grimoire with jagged wings and a sharp, toothy grin. Will stood up and flattened himself against the wall in fear.
"What are you?" He cried.
"Hahaha. My name is Angelo. I am a fairy demon bound to you by this book. If I'm honest, I've been following you for a while because your soul looks tasty. If I had known you would be building a Grimoire today I would have taken it already." He had an untrustworthy glint in his eyes. 
"Well, I'm grateful you didn't, but what's stopping you from taking it now?"
"Is it not obvious? The Grimoire. When you completed it, you bound me to you. If you get hurt, the book gets damaged, and if the book gets damaged, we both get hurt. I cannot take your soul because it would kill me. I have no choice but to protect you now."
"Okay, so what do I do now? Can I just cast spells now, do I need to sleep on it, is there a vow I need to take?"
"As a matter of fact, there is. Turn the page, it should be there." Will obeyed, and found that the page was largely empty, aside from one short paragraph. The demon chanted with him. 
"I vow to protect the people in all my power. I vow to improve myself so that my enemies may never best me. I vow to learn and to teach so that I may have a strong force to defend my city and my country. Lastly, as we live by the Book now, so do we die by the Book. This is the Scholar's Pledge belonging to the Magus Guilds."

A reclusive group of scholars discover a secret in their library and it drags them into a fight they were not ready for.

After looking at his stats, Tang Ling finally took the time to open the book that the Elite Imp that dropped.

The book was thin and the cover was made of leather, a material that he never came across. It was said that in ancient times, things like leather, wools, and many primitives materials existed. But as time passed, the materials were replaced by synthesized materials that had greater efficiency and long-lasting. He knew as he liked reading books about everything. Leather in those days are almost extinct and are only used by powerful leaders just like the royal family.

Tang Ling excitedly read the content of the book, it was dropped by the Elite Imp so it was naturally precious. On the cover was written {Flame Manual}

In the book were illustrations of a human and the structure of a flame. With many scribbles and Chinese words, it explained something but he couldn't understand.
The system rang out :

[Reading Flame Manuel... By reading the book, Host has unclocked two hidden stats: Wisdom and Intelligence. Wisdom is the experience and knowledge of things, it cannot be quantified. Intelligence is how your brain works and how good it is. It unable to be quantified.]

[The knowledge you have do not have any relations with the Flame Manual and your Intelligence cannot replace your lack of knowledge.]
[With the System's help of maximizing the profit, you managed to understand a part of it. Learned Flame Arts -weakened]

[Discovered: Flame Art Manual (Lower Magic)
A martial art that allows one who is lower than cultivators to learn the power of nature. Obviously called "magic arts" it is a Magic grade as it can be considered as magic. In fact, the arts manual is lower than that. With the manual being incomplete and the weakened version by the [System], it is obviously trash.]
[Learnt: Heat
You can now heat the weapon to deal damage to the opponent. Deal extra fire damage. Consume 1 Mental energy or Qi per minute.]

Tang Ling was disappointed, he knew that Heat was a trash skill that only dealt a little more damage for the unknown mental power. But it was still an extra damage right?
As for Intelligence and Wisdom, it was pretty normal, although he experienced many things, it was still in the slums where only brawls existed and no mystic powers and martial arts. So it had no inferences to the comprehension of the manual.

Tang Ling carefully stored the manual and went to the Apothecary. He peeked at the apothecary as he carefully grounded the herbs and made it like paste. Tang Ling knew what he did, his father would sometimes take a bunch of weed to paste it like that to accelerate his recovery when he was injured. Although little Tang Ling was skeptical, how a bunch of weeds could do the same things as modern technologies, the result proved the opposite. His wounds would heal up in 1-2 days. He then practiced the various techniques that his father taught and with those teachings, his [Medecine] reached LV 2. Tang Ling recalled that there were a bunch of books that his father used to read before his death. One was called {Copy of Zhong Healing Edict}.

But it wasn't his matter for now. 

He looked at the apothecary, his technique was more exquisite than him and didn't waste any movements. He was pretty sure that his {Medecine} was Lv2 peak or Lv3. Also, Tang Ling wanted to see what materials the apothecary that he used if it could help him select better herbs.

After a few seconds, the paste revealed its stats :
[Shizou Paste (Common): Heal 50 HP instantly and 100HP over 10 seconds. Cool: 30 seconds]
Shizou Paste? What could it be?

Tang Ling couldn't restrain his curiosity and directly went to the apothecary.
"Isn't that Tang Ling the newcomer? Welcome !" said the apothecary while smiling. This attitude was surely influenced by his reputation in the village.

Tang Ling exchanged some pleasantries with the apothecary. After knowing his name, Tang Ling cut off the chase and went directly to what he wanted: "Apothecary Huang, can you tell me the ingredients of the Shizou Paste ?"

"Huh? Do you want to gather the ingredients to me ?" asked Huang Mu, surprised. It had to be known that his medicine was cheap so gathering the herbs required a lot of time and a little profit. Even if this Tang Ling wanted to gain money, he could do anything than him. Mining or gathering fur would be better than herbs picking right?

"Nonono, you see, my father had taught me how to make bandages and pastes but didn't teach me the herbs to pick for the paste. I would use any weeds to make bandages or paste in the past. So I'm here to see the best combination or set of herbs for me to create." Tang Ling was quite frank, he directly admitted his intention. He was normally a good person and didn't really like to lie.

"I see" the apothecary nodded. He was impressed by Tang Ling's honesty and started explaining various ingredients that one could make a bandage or a paste but also some concoctions that one could make.

[Shizhou Paste, Basic Bandage, Breath Powder and Qi Small Pellets Recipe learned]

Shizou Paste was to recover injuries, Bandages were to stop bleedings and start recovering, Breath Powder was a powder to accelerate qi circulation and Qi Small Pellets are the most difficult one; increase qi circulation cycles and recover qi. The effects depended on the ingredients and the quality of it. For example, if Huang Mu failed his paste and made a [Shizou Paste (Common-Failed)] it would only recover 25 HP and 30 HP in 10 seconds and if it was really trash, it could have some side-effects.

Hidden under this seemingly prosperous modern world is a desolate and broken civilization, recovering from a deep wound. In this resource-poor world, natural resources are scarce and people compensate with strange alloys made of energy called 'Flux'.  What's more, looming over this peaceful scenery is these strange invasions of mutated creatures, capable of destroying buildings in a split second.

No one knows what life was before the Great Destruction, survivors from this era picked up some knowledge before rebuilding civilization creating this weird world where some fields are extremely advanced while others lag behind by three hundred years. Monarchy and Religion prevails in this seemingly modern world and powerful beings called 'Orderers' who protects the land that humanity has claimed are so powerful and their status so respected that it seems that they were simply a higher species than the common man. Inequality is so huge but nothing can be done, in front of those evolved humans, number is meaningless. Because they are stronger, capable of wiping out entire armies, they are respected and feared

From the ruins, ashes flutter and is reborn again. Three continents still exist in this planet, namely: Brokang Continent, named after the first conqueror and savior of humanity's dynasty; the Holy Continent, where the Sacred Spirit, lies and is worshipped and the Higher Dimensional Continent where even to this day, is the major forefront and battlefield between the creatures from the void and humanity.

In an outer city of the Brokang Empire, a youngster is struck by a rock and mysteriously gains a System that comes with a world where resources are plentiful and another power system that can give Orderers a run of their money!

Let us see what the main character can do in this chaotic era disguised as an orderly one, where mutated beasts run amok and human figures scheming against each other for more power and benefits, where unethical laws are put as well-intentioned ones and when it seems that God has abandoned this world for good! 

Chapter Update: Inconsistent, averaging 1 chap/month. This story has started a long time ago when my writing was a little bit immature so bear with it. The writing should be getting better as I get a clearer view of the world I want to create and build.

Stone Platform somewhere in the Starry Sky

A man in cyan robes sat in the lotus position with a large book in his hands. This book was too large with numerous pages bound in a thick leather cover. It had no title but instead numerous symbols seemed to move mysteriously on the cover. The man observed the book quietly with a profound gaze completely unaffected by his surroundings. It should be said that the Great Dark was an extremely unforgiving environment for living creatures. Yet this man continued to go through this large book like nothing was amiss. After a long moment, he slowly closed the book shut, and then stood up while tucking it under his right arm. 

"Let's begin." he said, whilst taking a few steps forward to be in the exact centre of the platform. 
With the large book under his right arm, he raised up his left hand and quickly started making rapid gestures. As if in response, the entire platform started to rumble in sync with the gestures. A golden glow then started to gather in the man's hand, increasingly growing brighter as he made more and more gestures. When the brightness became almost blinding, he rapidly bent on one knee and slapped his palm onto the platform. Immediately, the rumbling stopped and the golden light seemed to have been swallowed by the centre of the platform like water on a poured on a parched land. 

Then as if out of nothing, golden symbols started appearing one after the other on the edge of the circular platform until they formed a ring of symbols. It did not end there, as after a loud rumble another set of symbols appeared below the first set to make a second inner ring of symbols. Then, following more rumbles, more rings of symbols appeared until finally, the whole platform was filed with golden symbols, with the centre where the man was standing having only one central symbol. All the symbols glowed with a golden light, illuminating the entire platform and the man in a golden hue. The man broke into a smile, seemingly satisfied with the effect. He knelt down with his other knee and sat back on his legs, before slowly placing the large book on top of the central golden symbol. the mysterious symbols on the cover of the book seemed to sense the golden symbol they had been placed on and moved to align with it. In this manner the symbol on the back cover matched the one on the platform, and it also started to glow in a golden light. The light slowly spread along the patterns on the spine of the book, and to the ones on the front cover. Eventually, the mysterious symbols on the book cover all glowed golden, and had stopped moving about, having gathered into a single design on the front cover. 

The man seated in front of the book let out a sigh, which was then quickly replaced with a serious and decisive gaze. He lifted up his hands and started rapidly making hand gestures. His robes shockingly flapped with no wind and his hair blew back, as the speed of his gestures rapidly increased. A golden glow enveloped his robes and body and even his hands became unrecognisable as his gestures reached unimaginable speeds. His gaze sharpened even more and he shouted loudly 
"Formation!"
As if in response to his shout, the entire platform rumbled and then shockingly, stated to tilt from one end. Even more strangely, though the platform was in a tilt, the man in cyan robes remained perfectly seated where he was, not dislodged in the slightest. After tilting almost to a vertical position, the platform rumbled to a stop. The whole time the man continued making gestures without pause and a small vortex even seemed to be generated by the fast speed of his hand movements. When the platform stopped, the man slapped both hand on the book in front of him, not disoriented in the least from sitting perpendicularly and shouted 
"Chaos"
The golden glow around him rapidly changed colour into a black glow, but if one looked closely they would actually see it was a dark shade of violet that was almost black. the dark glow intensified until it became a blinding dark light, and then it was all absorbed into the cover of the book. The man on the platform vanished with the light! The symbol on the cover rapidly darkened and turned violet, then the effect spread on the spine and back cover of the book. Like an ink stain on paper the violet hue spread into the centre symbol on the platform, then outwards into the other symbols ring by ring. Soon the entire platform and the book were glowing a dark light. 

Nothing remained on the platform except a book, and many symbols. Mysteriously, rumbling sounds began again from the platform and one symbol after another began to lose their glow in the outermost ring. When all the many symbols dimmed out, that section began to crack, then completely collapsed off the platform into debris. Immediately after the collapse, rumbles began again from the platform and the outermost ring of symbols began to dim one by one. Like a predetermined pattern, the platform continued to collapse in an orderly fashion until only the central symbol was left. By this point the rumbles had become loud roars and the platform had massively reduced in size. Only the symbol and the book above it remained. At this point, the book glowed brightly, and slowly sank into the symbol. As it disappeared into the symbol, the dark glow increased rapidly in brightness, becoming like a small sun of dark light. All that was visible was a sphere of dark light floating there in the Great Dark. Moments passed, and then with a loud boom, the sphere shot into the distance in a streak of dark light!

A young boy in a small village had a wish to become the strongest. A Cultivator wishes to achieve the peak of cultivation and become a Divinity. But is divinity really the peak? The path of cultivation is ruthless. His path is the most difficult. A path with no obstacles is not worth walking, and their two paths collide.

The second we got home Father took my arm, squeezing it so hard I wouldn't be surprised if I had bruises after, and dragged me to the dark room's hidden entrance. He opened it, using a lot of force because the door was very heavy; it was like this, so I couldn't get out from the inside. "Get in." My Father snarled. "Y-yes Father." I said. I don't want to get in, I thought. This room held the darkest memories I had. The starvation, the screaming, the tears. 
The pain of remembering it was worse than the pain itself at this point. But I had to do what I was told, or Father would lock me in there for longer. I stepped inside the dark room, it was always cold in here, always lifeless. The door slammed behind me right before I crumpled to the floor. I felt the hard pillows that covered the room from floor to ceiling. I hate this place, this room, this house, this world. I hated it all!
 I curled into a ball, tears that I had to hold in earlier spilling out of my eyes, like a waterfall of sadness and despair. With nothing left to think about, I thought about the reasons for my hate and why I hated them. I hated how your life depended on your skill rating, your social importance, and how much money you had in your pocket. That was why Father was like this.
 After Mother disappeared he gave in to the things he too used to despise. I wish the few enchanted animals in this world that were worshipped for their magic would help me, send me a sign, something that could help me in moments like this. On and on terrible things went through my head, what I wish I could do to the people that made those stupid things rule people's lives.
Money? Money led to greed...social importance? Social importance made people corrupt if they had too much or too little...then there was skill. Skill made those who did not seem to have it feel awful, and the people who seemed to have all the skill in the world got to cocky. I HATE THIS WORLD I thought, I Hate some many things about this world! I stayed in my tight little ball in the corner of the dark room, sobbing, screaming, thinking, eventually growing hungry.
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After what felt like years of tormenting sadness and hunger I heard the door to the dark room open....were the two days already up? My head felt like it was going to explode but I stood up, waiting for the door to fully open, so I could get a fresh breath, a peek at sunlight. When the door finally opened Father was there, looking at me. " Hope this grounding taught you a lesson." he said, as though he just took away my library access and not just starved me for two days straight. "Yes Father" I croaked, not wanting to evoke his rage yet again. I looked at my arm, just as I had thought what felt like a lifetime ago Father had left bruises on my arm, dark purple against my paler than usual skin. "I will not glare at you again Father." My voice was ragged from lack of water but I could take it for a while. "Well? Get on now Castinova, you've served your punishment, go do whatever you do on Mondays without school." "Yes sir." I replied, my voice calm and collected while I wanted to kill him.
First I would go get something to drink; then something to eat. I limped over to the kitchen, there was always too much food there anyways. I opened then kitchen then took a large cup and filled it with water. I chugged it in about 2 seconds flat; gosh, water tasted so good after 2 days. I grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster, I was hungry but for toast I could wait a little; as soon as it popped up and buttered it was in my mouth. I probably lost a couple taste buds because of how hot the toast was, being freshly cooked, but it was worth burning a couple taste buds for food; especially after being in the dark room for so long.
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After eating enough food for a kingdom I slipped into the library. It was like my little safe spot. The smell of the wooden tables and shelves always calms me down. The silence of the big room was nice, peaceful even; it was filled top to bottom with books, the best things in the world. Books couldn't lie to you, books where words; and lies in them were the product of the writers thoughts and imagination. Books don't cheat you, they aren't greedy or corrupt. Books are just books, friends when everyone else turns on you. Father couldn't take these away, they were the only things keeping me sane in this maddening world of suffering, lies, empty words, and broken promises, vows, hearts... I had read every book here 3 times, at least, I could recite some by memory now, because I had read them so many times now. I picked up a book and started reading. 
 After a few minutes of blissful peace there was a sudden crash somewhere in the library. My head practically snapped in two as I rushed over and found a little bundle of fur on a shelf, looking over a book that had fallen down. I cautiously picked up the bundle of fur and when I did it seemed to sprout legs. I looked at it again...it was a kitten! A small little black-furred kitten with heterochromia eyes, just like mine, blue and red. That's weird, I thought to myself. Something weirder thought; was the little silver 13 pointed star on its head; it was a bold white against the dark black of then rest of its fur. This kitten is obviously not normal. "What are you doing here little guy?" I said confused, how did a kitten get in here? Father hated cats, the kitten didn't have a collar…. "Hmm... Ok, I'll take care of you for a while ok?" I whispered to then cat, It purred in response…ok then, I thought, guess I'm defying my Father again… right after I got out of the dark room. 
But oddly, I was ok with the idea of keeping this kitten, even thought I knew Father might lash me or something for this blatant act of disrespect. I set the cat on then shelf and turned my attention to then book that had fallen. I didn't recognize this book. That was strange, there wasn't supposed to be new books until Friday. I'm sure I've read every book in this library, so why didn't I recognize this one, had I somehow never noticed it until now? It was so strange and...sad looking. 
I studied the book's exterior, it was rather bare of everything, only a hard, dark brown leather cover and an open latch that must have stopped others from reading it without a key. The book was also very dusty, but that didn't make sense. Then books in this library were never dusty, never!. No that wasn't possible, I've been reading in this library my entire life, there was no reason, ever, in my whole time reading here that even one book was dusty, all then book where regularly cleaned and dusted here! I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, this was exciting! A new, mysterious book! I looked at the book's cover again, then back at the kitten on the shelf. 'How strange', I thought, 'the weird but pretty kitten shows up and suddenly then even weirder book appears'. The little kitten meowed at me as if beckoning me to open the book. I looked at the cover again, then darkened and old leather, foreboding and ominous. Like it was forbidden, something I shouldn't touch or look at, but I wanted to know the contents of this book. I sat down and the kitten immediately jumped off the shelf and into my lap, the fabric of the dress I had been wearing then day I was locked in the dark room was torn and dirty but then kitten didn't seem to mind as it huddled into a little blob of black fur again. I reached out and opened the book. 



Writers of this chapter: Lilith0709, pyro_cat

Castinova Thorn, a girl who lives in a world where reputation, money, and skills mean everything. Castinova's dad is at the top; he runs a very large company, attends to many social events to count, and is a public favorite.... but what happens when the curtains are closed? Cas needs to get away, she can't stay in her world; the public knows her and her dad will find her. But then she finds a book in the library...a book that tells her how to leave her world....but the book doesn't tell her where she'll go or what she might need in another world is the book real? or just another fake book for kids? How will she handle this? Stay with her dad and have no real purpose or life? Or..will she attempt to venture into the unknown?

Lina followed the maid's instruction and walked towards the direction. She needed to go to the library to know more about this place. The more she knows, the more she finds her way back. When she saw a silver twisted stairs, climb up and reached the front brown doors. My palms brushed the holder and turned the doorknob to open it, as expected it was locked. She's not sure if lock picking does work in this world, unless if she tries. She grabbed a hairpin from her hair and slipped it through the hole, receiving a soft 'click' from it. 

Lina made a surprised gasp from her lips and grinned widely like a kid receive Cookies and Cream ice cream which is her favorite flavor.  Luckily, she watched a Youtube tutorial on how to pick locks.

Turning the doorknob as the door make a creaking sound, finally, she entered the library. The library was a lot smaller than she thought it would be. Lina felt a little disappointment and awe at the same time. The room had one fireplace and in front of it sat a table with two plain couches on either side and a chair; all covered in layers of dust. There are dozens of shelves of books surrounding the sitting area, all were covered in dust and some even had the beginnings of cobwebs in the corners.

Its appearance made the library feel like it'd been a hundred ages that give an impression where she was trespassing. Back home, in her world, she used to take care library with so much care especially, the books than this place. 

Lina walked over to the other side of the room to one of the windows to pull away from the closed curtains. The pieces of black, thick fabric were grime that her handprints, dark and distinctive, were left behind where she touched them. Furthermore, when the job was done she take a glimpse at the outdoors where she noticed the garden earlier. Setting the curtains aside widely, leaving a soft light that eliminates the whole room.

When she reached at the book of shelves, a sudden tickle her nose that had her sneeze, blaming the dust laying on its corner. Through watery eyes, while sniffling, she began zigzagging and between the shelves and scanning the book's spines to find something, anything that could find her answers. But none caught her eye, the brown leather of many books starting to blur together until she reached the very back of the library, where it was the darkest and smelled the most pungent.

The floorboard creaked beneath her feet just once, making Lina cringed at the sound of it, fearing she falls out within it, its sharpness of the woods which is like a dagger digging through flesh, in the silent room where she kept walking.

Then, finally, she saw it. Way back in the farthest corner, stacked lopsidedly between the above it and the books holding it up, was a book that immediately caught her eye. There was nothing really special about it at first glance, however, her curiosity encouraged her to peek at whatever was inside and chose to listen to it.

Lina got in her toes and raised her body, stretching her arms as far as they would go, which terribly wasn't enough to reach it. Damn this shortness. Lina set her mouth into an adorable moue, biting her lips in dissatisfaction. While attempting to jump to raise it, after three failed attempts, her palms made a contact to the book and pull it out from its selves. 

Yes! Lina leaped in joy.

When holding it, she noticed that whatever its cover had been made from wasn't like the polished leather ones that the other books shared.

It was fragile as thin leaves that might crush when it gripped hardly. Its roughness is almost like scales.

When she brought it down to examine it, she noticed it looked like tiny black scales that reminded her of some sort of lizard or other reptiles. The book was as thick as the width of my hand and its pages were brown with age. It looked really ancient.

The cover was covered in dust, making her blow it softly which the dust went to her face that made her sneeze again terribly. Lina waved the air and finally, take a look at the cover that was written something. She traced the title sewn into the front with soft brush strokes on her fingertips, furrowing her eyebrows together as she mouthed the foreign world aloud.

"Das Verloren Winsfleir..." Lina whispered, or at least she tried to. The word sounded almost correct on her tongue strangely and with the accent quite suiting it. Though, she didn't attempt to read it again out of embarrassment of accidentally saying it insultingly to where the language derived from. 

She couldn't understand what it says. 

Her fingers started to flip the pages and odd sensations coming through on her fingertips but she ignored it, thinking absolutely nothing of it.

There are various words and languages, making her harder to comprehend its words. While holding the book, Lina looked around only once more before she hurried back to the sitting area and plopped herself down on the, from what her eyes could perceive, least dirtiest seat. The blue couch was surprisingly comfortable and soft as she leaned the plush armrest whilst her legs crossed over one another and one foot on the floor.

The book's spine groaned in protest as she pried it open as gently as she could to peek at what was waiting inside to the next pages. Lina made sure to be extra careful with it, knowing just how fragile old books such as that one could be.

There was a long, somber introduction from the author which she quit reading after the first paragraph. Mostly, she couldn't understand those strange words. She skipped through most of it until she came upon a map, a very old looking and crinkled map that had marks all over it and faded scribbles I could hardly read. There was a prominent dent in the corner.

Her eyes shifted their way to the bottom and widened in surprise at the familiar name below it. Isharislynkia. This is the place where she was now. 

The map also showed boundary lines between kingdoms. There are six kingdoms that have various different symbols. It seemed a symbol with six elements: Fire, Water, Earth, Light, and Dark. There was the Isharislynkia Kingdom from the middle to the east coast followed by the Lyruxia Kingdom to the West, Daesyu Kingdome mostly in the north since they were better suited near the warmer environments. Off in the corner to the West which is nearly on the ocean, named Meira. A symbol of a fish tail that caught my attention. There was another one but farther than the rest below it, Her eyes drifted to the south which is circled in faded black ink with 'x's in some places. The small kingdom named, Imarnia.

The sun almost set, she kept the book and hid under on her dress, carefully not letting it fall. To avoid them finding out on her sudden disappearance she'll make sure to head back on his chamber on time. She left the library and locked it again to avoid the suspicion that she'd trespassed there. Her thoughts consumed only one thing: I needed to find a way to escape from this place.

Adelina Scarlett owns a pet shop named, The Beast Tamer which is the well-known shop for taming any pets. One day, she met a strange customer who ask her request to tame his pet and she agreed him. She was brought to a huge mansion, never in her life to able to touch something rich and luxurious. The owner of the mansion needs to her tame his pet. She expects the animal was just another misbehaving pet or maybe, it has issues to make her help him. When she mets the animal, she noticed she was brought into the underground seemingly like a prison cell, everything was dark. Once she was inside the cage, it clanged shut close not giving her time to escape. She noticed there's a tail brushed her leg makes her jump in fear and confusion.

"Show yourself!" she raised her voice.

"Scum! You dare to raise your voice at me?" the dark figure reveals itself which is shocking her more.

"You're..." she gasped looking at him with disbelieving eyes.

"Don't even fucking say it!" He roared.

She fainted.

~*~*~

Warning: This book contains poorly written, unedited, and a lot grammars of mistakes. If you want flawless, perfectly written book, this book may not be for you. If you're interested in wicked imaginary adventures, feel free to open this book!

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