A story of healing, bikers and nummy bad boys. trigger warning, lots of swearing, abuse, PTSD. this is a Reverse Harem, sexy stuff with multiple partners that grow to love each other.

When a famed researcher of the new magic sciences finds a leather-bound journal of unknown origin and language, seemingly frozen of its time, he decides to flee from society to protect it as if controlled by a greater force. The only thing he knew at that moment was that this book can change the world more than it already has and that the gears of destiny will once more move, as it is dictated in prophecy.

After Leylin left, the fog gradually dispersed, leaving behind a greyish-white statue of a Magus.

This statue looked exactly the same as Pierre, with a look of astonishment on his face.

*Pak! Pak!*

Innumerable cracks began to extend across the statue like spider webs.

*Crack!*

Immediately after, the stone sculpture broke into little pieces with a loud sound.

Leylin was now a peak rank 1 Magus. With the added bonus from his bloodline, even a regular peak rank 1 Magus was not a match for him when he went all out.

However, he did not have any time to waste on thinking about this. His eyes were already attracted to the items before him.

This warehouse was incredibly small and was only a dozen or so square metres.

On a stone counter, only three items laid there. Though they looked to be unremarkable, they must be something of value for them to be placed here.

Leylin scrutinised the items on the counter.

On the left most was something that looked like a leather pouch. It was completely black and even had some detailed silver designs. Though it looked very ordinary, it seemed to have a slight wave that was rather unique emitting from the pouch. Even the Giant Kemoyin Serpent bloodline within him had a strange response to it.

“From this feeling, it probably implies that this was made using the material from some kind of ancient creature.”

Leylin rubbed his chin, the gears in his brain turning, “Something made by the hide of some ancient being. It doesn’t seem to be any offensive-type magic artifact either. Could it be…?”

In that moment, a slight possibility flashed past Leylin’s mind, causing his breathing to become a little rough.

“A.I. Chip! Scan the decorative designs on the pouch and compare it with pictures of ancient beings!”

The A.I. Chip loyally intoned. Now, with a specific catalogue to refer to, the A.I. Chip immediately found an answer.

“As I thought, it’s the Void White-Eyed Snake!” Glee emerged on Leylin’s face.

Even in ancient times, this sort of ancient being was extremely precious. This was due to the Void White-Eyed Snake’s innate ability that had to do with space! Hence, its skin was often used to manufacture all kinds of storage items.

“A.I. Chip! Look up all information there is regarding the Void White-Eyed Snake!” Leylin ordered.

“As I thought, it’s the legendary space-type magic artifact!”

Leylin’s eyes were fixed on the black pouch with a fiery gaze.

For a large organisation like Four Seasons Garden, this item was not essential and only served to raise its value. However, for a Magus like him who was used to travelling alone, it was an indispensable item!

If he had had the pouch previously, he definitely would not have left anything behind for the other dark Magi and instead, chosen to take everything for himself.

Especially in his situation where he was planning to escape at any moment, his agility would increase by a large amount.

One could say that of all the items in this treasure trove, if he really needed to make a decision, Leylin would unhesitatingly choose this one!

However, Leylin could still contain his desires.

Suppressing the impulse of making his move immediately, he glanced at the two items beside the black pouch.

In the middle of the stone counter was a very thick, black volume that looked like a dictionary. At the side, one could see it was tattered.

“This must be the book that Four Seasons Garden obtained from the Eternal River Plain’s secret plane. As this was left behind by the Magus who constructed this secret plane, it must be even more valuable.”

These were items that only large-scale organisations had a use for. If a Magus like him who worked alone set his hands on this, it would only backfire on him.

At the most right, beside the thick volume, there was a black honeycomb that looked somewhat like a charcoal briquette. On the bumpy surface, there were beads of dark green pearls embedded in the holes. It looked rather bizarre.

“Though the volume is the most precious items out of these three, the pouch is still the highest priority to me!”

Leylin solemnly approached the stone counter.

All items stored in a Magus’ warehouse were sure to be guarded by defense spell formations. Not only would they be set up around the item, the item itself would also have a spell formation on it.

These spell formations usually had the ability to self-destruct, and the moment the method of approaching it was wrong, the item would be destroyed and cause the thieves to leave with empty hands.

However, dark Magi like Leylin were used to these situations and all had talent and skill in unsealing these spell formations.

Leylin, who had been in the other warehouse, had used dark Magi’s unsealing techniques and successfully obtained a few treasured items.

However, the setup of this spell formation was evidently more complicated than that in the other warehouse. This was especially so for these three items, which definitely would have additional spell designs on it.

With runes that bound the items to the counter, even Leylin, who had help from the A.I. Chip could feel a headache coming on.

“It’s a pity! This is the main warehouse and even that dead man, Pierre’s token and his authority is useless here!”

Leylin heaved a sigh and, from a small pouch, carefully poured the purple powder into his hands.

*Whoosh!*

Gusts of wind suddenly blew in the room, and little purple drafts were produced from Leylin’s hand, gathering at the surface of the stone counter.

This was an unsealing spell design he had obtained from Thousand Meddling Hands, specially designed to deal with these sort of self-destructing seals. After modification from the A.I. Chip, its effectiveness had increased many times over!

However, along with the A.I. Chip’s modifications, the difficulty in using this spell design had risen over ten times. One needed to be very precise and strict, and one could not be even a millisecond too late. In other words, it was a zero-error precision technique.

Hence, on the south coast, perhaps only Leylin was able to use this unsealing method.

Purple gas flowed like water, coating the counter.

The runes on the counter merely flickered a little and then died down, not detecting any abnormalities around.

Waiting until the moment purple enshrouded the counter, Leylin’s eyes flashed resolutely.

“Now is the time! Magic transformation!”

He fiercely chanted a few awkward-sounding syllables, and strange ripples suddenly began to flash upon the counter.

*Weng Weng!*

The purple streams of air solidified in a moment, turning into black, sticky liquid that surrounded the counter.

Only at this moment did the runes on the counter react and it struck back with its more powerful and violent attack. A series of lights exploded, almost breaking through the thick black liquid that shrouded it.

“Cover!” Under Leylin’s instructions, the black liquid was like oil and completely covered the counter, rays of lights from various runes completely disappearing under it.

“Now!”

Leylin produced thin blue threads from his right hand, which flew out like silk, and bound the black leather pouch.

The thin blue threads seemed alive as they went towards the leather pouch, a series of slight popping sounds emitting as they moved.

Most of Leylin’s energy was spent on this unsealing spell design, to the point that his forehead was drenched with sweat.

Finally, the silk-like threads bound the leather pouch tightly and looked like a blue cocoon.

Leylin grabbed with his hands, and the blue cocoon automatically flew away from the counter and into his hands.

“Alright! It’s a success!” Leylin exclaimed gleefully. Now, the black oil-like fluid seemed to be unable to cover the runes on the counter any longer, with hints of light passing through.

“I’ll be quick about this. Once more!”

Leylin pointed again, and thin blue threads headed for the honeycomb-like coal briquet.

For Leylin, the book in the middle was likely the diary of the ancient Magus who created Eternal River Plain’s secret plain. If he obtained it, it would only cause him endless troubles. Rather than fighting for that, he should take a gamble on something else!

The thin blue threads were soft and yet firm as they edged towards the honeycomb-like coal briquet.

All of a sudden, the counter trembled, and much of the black liquid was flung off.

A series of yellow rays from runes were revealed.

*Weng Weng!* Yellow runes flew into the air, pouncing on the two remaining items on the counter.

“Go!” Steeling his expression, the black oil that covered the counter began to boil, transforming into a small black shield, situated atop the coal briquet.

*Ka-cha!*

The yellow rune slammed into the little shield and, seemingly having gone against a firm hindrance, it bounced off.

At the other side, the yellow rune flitted into the black volume due to the lack of obstruction.

*Huala!*

The surface of the black book flashed and began to split bit by bit. Within a few seconds, the entire book automatically turned into flying ashes.

*Pak!*

At this moment, the blue threads finally bound the coal briquet and it flew into Leylin’s hands.

*Rumble!*

Immediately after, the entire counter crumbled before Leylin, turning into dust.


Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

Dmitri was shocked. His father had promised his hand to that little girl! Who was she? And why did his mother hide his father's memoirs in the attic of the palace? No one was allowed to go up there. His mother had laid extremely strict roles for entering the attic; she had barred anyone from going there. Only she would enter the attic, and even that was rare. 
In the morning, Dmitri had been strolling around the palace after Adrianna had left and had wandered up to the rooftop to see the landscape from above. He missed Adrianna's presence more and more with every passing second and his willpower was playing with his rationality. It was getting increasingly difficult being away from her; she was the only person in the world who understood him inside and out. 
With a sigh, he had turned back and was about to head downstairs when his steps turned towards the attic. He creaked open the door. Unlike what his mother had painted it out to be, the attic was a very neat, clean, and brightly lit place. It was arranged as though it was ready for someone to enter and relax. There was a large amount of books and documents sprawled across a desk. 
He wondered if his mother had often come into the attic without anyone's knowledge. Intrigued, he looked around and found a hand painted wooden box on the topmost shelf of the bookshelf. It was the only item on that shelf. Curious, he took it down and opened it. Inside, he found many papers and leather-bound journals. Not wanting to warrant unwanted suspicion, he quietly exited the attic and brought the box back to his bedroom. 
For the rest of the day, Dmitri read through the journals inside the box. Most of them belonged to people whom he hardly knew, but the one that caught his attention was a sapphire-blue journal that was labeled, "Pierre". It was his father's diary. He pondered over whether or not he should read it. Why did his mother hide his father's journal? Upon taking out the first journal marked with his father's name, he noticed that there were several more sapphire-blue journals marked "Pierre" inside the box. Dmitri couldn't resist the temptation. This was perhaps the only way he would ever know about his father, whom he had lost when he was just seven years old. His mother never talked about his father and instead, was only interested in making Dmitri a ruthless warrior. 
He stared at the first diary, and exhaled as he turned the first page. Throughout the day, he continued to read the diaries one after the other in between doing his usual chores. When Adrianna arrived in the evening, only two diaries were left to read. 
As he read the diaries, events unfolded in front of his eyes; many mysteries were cleared up, and one thing was clear: his father was scared of a very strong enemy. But who was the girl whom his father had promised to give his hand to? He decided to find the girl and, to respect his father's memories, he would apologize and perhaps heavily gift her. Then, he looked at Adrianna and smiled. He stroked her hair out of love and said, "I will find who that girl is Adri…" 
He continued to read the diary and decided to first look around for Alex's cave. His father had written that the cave was not too far from Ed's house. 
Too tired to read any further, he woke Adrianna up to have dinner. 
When they came downstairs, much to Adrianna's surprise, they found themselves to be alone for dinner. "Where is Keisha and Cora?" she asked. 
"Mother has gone to see Keisha's new house. They say it is coming out beautifully, so mother has been contemplating on moving in with Keisha for a few days till Keisha has been settled in."
"Oh! It seems she will really miss Keisha..." said Adrianna. 
"Yes... Keisha had been with her from a long time and she looks at Keisha like her own daughter... The main reason for this was that when I left home for long times to attend to various issues across the packs, Keisha would give her company."
"Are you feeling sad about Keisha?" asked Adrianna getting a pang of jealousy. 
"All I know is that I wasnt my wife to be happy," he replied with a grin immediately. 
Adrianna didn't say anything, but was elated. She smiled, and they had dinner in peace. 
When Adrianna left for the wizard kingdom the next day, Dmitri set out to search for the cave that had been mentioned in his father's diary.
---
At the wizard's academy, when Adrianna arrived, she saw many students surrounding the notice board. She went over to see what all the fervor was about. The notice board was encased in a glass sheath and a notice was appearing before the students in the form of moving words. Only a student who was currently reading the notice would see the movement of the words. The words would move from right to left and then settle on the lowest part of the board every time the student finished reading it. . 
The notice was about the details of the competition. The competition comprised of three stages, as previously announced, and each stage was a quest. Only the details of the first stage were announced. When Adrianna read the details, her eyes became wide with shock. Angrily, she headed to her class where she saw Professor Ziu being flanked by all the girls and a few boys as usual. When she went inside, Ziu saw her and asked all the students to return to their desks so that class could start.
It was only after an hour that Ziu had the chance to talk to her. "Why are you so angry Adrianna?" 
"I read the details of the first stage of the competition. They are ridiculous! What do they mean by having to trap a werewolf in a cage and bring them here, regardless of whether they are dead or alive? Is the ministry so disgusting? What in the world do they mean by this! I will talk to Isidorus about this," Adrianna angrily spat.


Warning - Mature Content after Chapter 70

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Her family disliked her. Her tendency to turn feral scared her grandfather. 

But that was exactly what Dmitri was looking for!

Her tendency to turn feral, could it be any good? Entering into a forced union with him was something she would never do. She had built a castle around her heart, not letting anyone approach it.  Witty, sharp, intelligent and fun-loving, Adrianna did not trust anyone. 

What happens in werewolf romance books, when an alpha who is calm, in control, merciless, extremely handsome and someone all werewolves feared, comes into the picture? 

Unfortunately, Dmitri doesn’t have many options open. 

The fights, the secret glances from across the room and the heated blushes.

It is difficult to accept him. 

---

She was conflicted between herself and her wolf. Her wolf dragged her to him while she thought that Dmitri was wrong. If he was so wrong, why was she attracted to him? 

As she was struggling with her emotions, she heard a menacing growl and a threat. "Back off," he warned Pryce. 

Adrianna looked at his face. He looked so dangerous , but she found it natural when her hand went up to his face to cup his cheek. She brushed her fingers across his cheek as though to calm him. Dmitri leaned his face onto her hand and closed his eyes. The two of them looked like two perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. 

What was she doing, comforting the man who wanted to snatch away her freedom for a lifetime? Her thoughts stopped as her heart took over when she saw him leaning his face ontoin her hands. For Dmitri, this was the first time she had shown her affection for him and he was savoring every second. He squeezed her tighter just to check that she was really there, body and soul. She felt right in his arms and he wanted the world around them to melt forever. 

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In the death throws the boar had a faint but present enough to breath its last few sanguine breathes, in the eerie cold dark of the cave its breath was clear to see as Masons were, this was unnatural without a doubt but he pressed on but with caution.

As Mason entered the cave the air was stagnant and smelled foul, each footstep rung out through the gave causing the silence to be broken as it echoed around.

As Mason entered a cold presence beared down on him , he disregarded this he needed to deal with his quarry.

He didn't want the creature in reality to suffer but it was a necessity so he cared little to ensure his own safety, He approached the boar with methodical moments in the dark like an emissary of death coming to take its due.

Mason approached the boar who layed on the cold grey stone as if  on a cutting board, Mason with effort dislodged the dagger,it gleamed crimson in the eerie light, the boars breathing spiked at that pain,all it could fell was pain and Mason needed to end it.

Mason placed the dagger on the boars spine and breathed in.

Stabbing with all of his might it cracked under the pressure and the dagger pierced cutting the spin in twain, the boar convulsed in its death throws with blood spurting out the gouging wound on its back , Though it was grim at least he dealt a painless death.

Its heart stilled and it stopped all motion. It was taken in the cold embrace of death,Mason knew he couldn't he needed to carry this beast of a thing with his condition, As the Cave was cold he could at least afford to leave it in here to recuperate as it wouldn't decompose as fast but to stave off that he slit its through.

Energies enveloped Mason, he missed this elation, As the energy flowed through him his muscles became more pronounced and visibly stronger, the exhaustion faded over him and with 3 thumps of his heart resounded like a bell in his body, After that the energy subsided. That is the feeling of being alive he mused to himself.

The crimson blood pooled and it shone in the eerie light, Mason saw something, Odd.

Mason looked at the reflection,it was a humanoid figure.

Mason raised up and took out flint and stone from his pocket, he hit it .

The sparks dimly illuminated the cave,there was something in the corner.

He approached the corner and felled around as his sight was taken away in the darkness but his hearing and sense of touch became even more acute, as he delved into the dark of the cave he hit something.

He leg kicked something leathery

He stumped at what he kicked, he quickly reached for his flint stone and lit it , What in those breath moments surprised Mason.

An emaciated corpse mummified in death lay there in a silk-like robe and what he kicked was a bag.
He needed light and there was no point trying to keep the robe as he came from the commoners and its quality will make him look like a thief if he trying to sell it if he did.

He reaches towards his flint stone and lit the cloak on fire, from what he saw as the body burned and the cloak, the cloak had iconography depicting a distorted world as its main point and gold like thread laces in each edge, The smell of flesh wafted out from the body turning to ash.

Mason opened the bag , what he took out were a book and a knife, the book was leather-bound in a fine hide, its sides etched with gold and its pages white and pristine, he didn't necessarily look at its contents as it wasn't a good time though he noted its name.
"Diary of Sir Wilhelm Magnus", Clearly this was a noble, Not like the gaudy name helped with Mason's preconceptions of the nobles in the society.

The other item was a dagger,he unsheathed it from an even guarder item than the book  ,A Beautiful article emerged ,its blade was not consistent and formed in a wave till it reached a tip, double sided and ever so sharp as it gleamed in the orange light,  clearly good steel to keep this quality  and its hilt laced with iconography with a gleaming gem set in the guard. It felt solid but it looked like an impractical piece juxtaposing its feeling to its look.

Mason put the items back in the leather bag and put it on his back .He got a harvest from Sir Wilhelm's unfortunate demise .

Mason knew if he stayed where so much blood pooled it would be a death sentence, he picked up the boar as it blood poured out until it only dripped.

As he reached the outside he was revealed no animals have smelt the blood,  he got ready to set off.

He heard a familiar voice which warmed him.

"Good Hunt "

The Year is 2129 ,phenomena appeared within the month of June like a apocalypse decimating areas of the world where magical like anomalies appeared destroying areas like malevolent entities and it did so as if warping reality to its whim ,A new profession of analysers was born which analyse this phenomena where they must understand all the concepts of science there minds can comprehend to deduct these phenomena and try to scientifically justify it to try to save the peoples lives.
This will have transmigration element as the main factor, i now its cliche .This is just a little project im working on in spare time just to try out writing a novel for the first time   so please do give criticism where is due and help me correct and improve.

Ben's Pov
        A light smirk comes to my lips as I narrow my eyes at the gun pointed directly at my head, my eyes scanning over the female dressed in a tanktop, the comforter draped around her waist as she holds the pistol firmly in her hands. I allow my gaze to travel over the method of handling she uses with the silver weapon, a frown tugging at my lips as I narrow my glare at her. This is supposed to be a school teacher with slightly morbid drawing obsessions, and a complete recluse not some skilled gunman; yet the way she handles the gun is better than any expert I've come across and were I a human one shot would be the death of me.
        "You think a mere mortal weapon can kill me? You're the one with the obsession so surely you understand you've met with a terrible fate by my encounter?" I growl, lunging at the female in a flash.
        "No but it will still hurt," she smirks, firing the weapon just as I lunge and scrambling from the bed.
        I let out a startled cry, a series of profanities escaping my lips as I hold tightly to my leg, the damn mortal having fired a shot right into my pressure point. She's right. We're immortal but a gunshot wound still hurt like hell. My only ounce of comfort from the shooting is my creepypasta partner currently rooting around downstairs in search of any evidence and was sure to hear such a loud gunfire. 
        "That wasn't very nice of you," I hear a voice purr, the female in question letting out a surprised gasps as I sit up to watch the scuffle between the pasta and the mortal, the female being no match for Jeff the Killer himself.
        "Damn bitch shot me right in the leg," I growl, sitting on the bed and catching the knife Jeff throws my way, not paying any mind as blood seeps from the mattress while I dig the bullet out of my leg and toss it to the floor.
        "Why don't we do a bit of interviewing now?" Jeff smirks, dragging the female out of the room.

Your Pov:
        "Why don't you go jump off a roof," I snarl to the smiling killer, squirming and struggling against him as he drags me downstairs. I am now officially a prisoner in my own home thanks to these bastards and I have no clue at all on how I'm supposed to escape. I grunt softly when I'm thrown in and bound tightly to a chair, glaring darkly at the two creepypastas that stand in front of me with very amused and pleased smirks written all over their faces. "Yeah keep laughing and see where that gets ya."
        "You're in no place to be making threats Y/N. Just relax and answer our questions," the demonified link says, black and red eyes shining in amusement to my endless struggles against the ropes.
        "We're here to find out more about you so we know if you're right for Slenderman or not," the pale faced joker says, his arms crossed.
        I know each of their names of course but it makes me feel better having little nicknames for them concerning my situation at the moment. I'm in need of a  bit of amusement to pass the time.
        "We just have a few questions about your past. After all Sally comes with Slenderman and we don't need a bad role model for her," Jeff says, crossing his arms over his chest.
        "Oh look at you being all high and mighty when it comes to being a good role model or not. I think you have your order wrong thought. Slenderman came with Sally, she was the one who liked me first after all and as for my past you can kill me now or leave me along because you're not going to learn a single thing. I keep my things private for a reason," I says, scowling at the two males.
        "Can you blame us for wanting to take care of our own? We can kill you right now and without any remorse if that's the way you want things to go," Ben growls, his eyes narrowing out.
        "Kill me and then get harmed by Slenderman? Yeah that sounds like a fantastic idea," I growl, rolling my eyes in agitation.
        "By killing you it'll give us an access point into your memories. We have skilled people that can easily gain access to your mind but we're willing to give you the chance to tell us first." Ben says, watching me carefully.
        They want me to just give in like that? Like hell I'm going to. They don't want to kill me but they're not above doing so either, what to do, what to do? Just then a light smirk comes to my lips as I look each of the pastas in the eyes, a plan brewing in my had.
        "Alright you want to know more about me? Under my bed is a secret compartment containing a diary I've written in my entire life. It has everything from my past that you could ever want to know." I say, watching as they both scramble from their places and run upstairs. Was there a diary there? Yes there was but it contained a fictioned childhood that I had always dreamed of having, not my real one. While they're busy upstairs I quickly scoot my chair across the kitchen floor and grab my cell phone, closing my eyes and concentrating as I quickly work into the device, pressing down and holding a number that I prey is my speed dial button.
        "Hello Sam speaking?" I hear a familiar voice say, a sigh of relief leaving my lips.
        "Hello Mr. Slenderman. I am currently tied to a chair while Jeff and Ben are reading my diary. Would you mind coming over?" I ask, smiling as I wait for his reply.
        "JEFF AND BEN ARE WHAT?!" he yells, his voice being enough to surprise me and cause me to break my phone, causing me to wince as the entire device smashes apart. 
        "Oh no," I breathe, gulping as I look up to see two very furious and terrified pastas glaring at me from across my kitchen.

Slenderman X Reader. Y/N is a girl who is living on her own but hides that fact from everyone. She works as a teacher in an elementary building, loves the creepypastas, and meets a girl named sally who changes her life. What happened to cause her to be alone in the world and who exactly is sally?

MOUNTAIN, CAPITAL SHIRE OF THE RULING SPHERE OF PHELIA.

TWENTY YEARS AGO, 

' You've been summoned.'

A confused looking Ira looked up at his mentor and from his desk, an ancient thing that had been carved out from a dark mahogany many years before his time. It was a family heirloom, a wooden piece from the dimension that had been passed on from generation to generation as reminder of what they had once been. In his hands, was yet another such heirloom. He held it possesively, too close to his chest as if it was the only thing keeping his Birr from going out and acting all berserk.

The 'thing' in his hands was a little leather bound copy. Its pages a piece of the life blood of the other realm, the same that he had been perusing all morning and just moments before Birit walked in.  Unconsciously, his long manicured fingers stroked the pages shut and the glossy navy blue cover turned to reveal the book's title all gilded and in delicately embossed letters that read, 'The Queen's' diary'. 

The old man gave him a look and almost instinctively, Ira gripped the book even closer. Holding it to his chest protectively as if he would keep it from harm even from the very man that had gifted it. The old man sighed, his neck moving his head a slow side to side. Just a boy, he remarked to himself as his mouth turned up into a little smile that tagged at the corners of his lips. All these, all of it, all for the benefit of his ward, the teenage boy that was now staring back at him guiltily as if wanting to connect with his past was such a terrible crime.

Another sigh and his chest  depressed. It sagged beneath the shimmering blue fabric of his cloak, the garb of the Gathering of the Inner circle that had an emblem of golden sun with a roaring beast tearing out from within it on his right hand chest. The hemming was also golden, binding the edges with a golden strip that covered the lower circumference of the floor length garment before rising up to trim the edges of the high necked mandarin collar. They were quite flamboyant and even though there were no other decorations apart from the Golden thread used in embroidering and the golden strip that had been used as a binding, the lustre of the fabric made it too extravagant not to stand out. 

'Tamakyi...' the old man began to say, but stilled not really sure how he was going to say it, for his ward was really just a boy, barely into his teenage years and because of that, there was really no way to accurately predict how this fourteen year old boy, mature as sometimes he proved to be, would react to the news he had to give him. 

'The Priest is here.' the man finally said after an extended pause that had left Ira feeling more anxious than he had cared to show.  Slowly, the young man rose up from his desk and stowed away his precious little book in one of his drawers before joining Birit on the other side near the entrance to his study. 

Birit, that was his name. The old man with the white shoulder length mane on his head for hair and the blue robes. His complexion however was a lot like Ira's. Even bronzed out skin, almost orange as was characteristic of his people, all the people of the this Fourth dimension. No given amount of illusions could change that. It was their signature, their identity as a people and where hair and eye colour was normally subject to change, the tanned look remained no matter what products or Birr its host was able to use. 

'It's time.'

Portals have always connected the realms and the planets that exist in this universe. When a people is threatened by an erupting volcano and the darkness it eventually unleashes, The Primevals of Phelia have no choice, but to bring their people through one such portal and into another realm that forever changes their being and their heritage.

From normal humans, a new race is born. One that is endowed with much power, but with power there is always sacrifice and no one knows this better than Ira. A descendant of the Primevals, their blood runs pure in his veins and as such, his burdens are many and so are the responsibilities that threaten to weigh him down. Despite this, he was never meant to carry this load alone. He must strive to find his Queen and even though they are worlds apart, he must bring his bride home and even harder, convince her to stay and remain by his side even as he prepares to fight in the war ahead.

The diversion had worked to absolute perfection. While everyone went in the direction of the wounded Death Eater, Rowan teleported to the old home hidden deep in the swamp. She'd only done so because the place read as, Death Eater Hide Out on her mind mapscape. Naturally, she was going to go and take a closer look.
Rowan teleported into the empty, worn mansion and closed her eyes again. Quickly she searched for any item that read as a diary. She found several, but all of which belonged to other Death Eater's. Finally, it occurred to her to start in the most obvious place, Riddle's personal chambers. Resisting the urge to slap her forehead she closed her eyes again. She had to spend less time with wizards, she felt as through her common sense was being eroded away. But of course, that wasn't possible at all, when she was a witch herself.
Quickly in her mind, Rowan spots the chamber that reads as Lord Voldemort's Personal Chambers. Quickly scanning through the items in the room, her mind comes to rest upon a certain item that reads as Tom Marvolo Riddle's diary. Jackpot!
Another teleport later, and Rowan appears in a dark room with green and silver serpents on the bedding. "What is he still acting like your typical stereotype of a Slytherin teenage male?" Rowan muttered to herself as she made her way to the locked trunk. "How the hell is he not embarrassed? He's a grown a*s wizard for heaven's sake!"
Falling silent, Rowan pointedly stares at the trunk sitting at the foot of the bed in front of her. Now the question was how to get the thing open without killing herself. The locking charm would surely be too obvious to use, and the trunk is densely protected with magic, she could tell by the thick power surrounding the trunk.
If she casted such a spell, it would have surely caused the protections spells set in place to be released and attack her. And she wasn't foolish enough to believe that she could teleport faster than the spell matrix being flung at her. She'd knew that without a doubt she would catch the full brunt of the attack. The better question is whether she could survive such an attack?
Pointing her wand at the trunk, Rowan is about to cast a revealing spell, when her common sense kicked in. Almost in pure disbelief she mutters under her breath, "It surely can't be that easy, can it?" But then again, there's no other parselmouth in existence in Great Britain at least other than Riddle himself. And she wasn't foolish enough to assume that there aren't any other parselmouth's in existence anywhere elsewhere in the magical known world.
Slowly lowering her wand, Rowan leans cautiously forward and whispers in parseltongue, "Open for Salazar's heir." The trunk springs open with a soft click as the trunk revealed the hidden contents found within. There at the bottom of the trunk is an innocent looking black leather diary.
Rowan reflexively reached for her pouch to find it wasn't there. Glancing at the horcrux, she knew she couldn't just leave it here. But neither could she take it away with her. The darkness of the horcrux would slowly begin to chip away at her mind and body. And she knew that she wasn't impervious to the influence of a Horcrux, the Ravenclaw Diadem had proven that point almost too well for her comfort of mind.
Quickly Rowan automatically runs down the list of things capable of destroying a Horcrux. Basilisk Poison? Back at Hogwarts inside her mokeskin pouch safely inside her school trunk. Great good Godric Gryffindor's sword? Also located back at Hogwarts, and is still at present inside a most unsanitary, ancient magical hat. Plus, she'd need to pour a drop of Basilisk venom or two on the blade in order for the silver goblin forged blade to work.
That left one other option, Fiendfyre. But the more pertinent question, could she even control the magical flames? The flames tended to have a will of their own and if the caster was weak in any form, the flames would consume the caster, and the yet unborn, Vincent Crabbe had proven that point rather all too well.
Still Rowan lips pressed into a thin line as she made her choice. Raising her wand firmly into the air, she pointed her wand at the black diary and mutters the incantation. Strangely, the fearful fiery creatures don't emerge from the tip of her wand, but rather a mare Thestral. The flaming Thestral lets out a loud whicker, before stomping directly on the black diary.
Pulling back from the sudden wave of painful heat of the flames, Rowan can only squint as the black leather diary refuses to begin burning under the pounding of the fiery hoofs. On the other hand, a more worrisome fact is that tiny sparks of flames of the fiery Thestral are sprinkling off onto the floor and bed. All too soon the bed begins to smoke as the bed covers begin to catch fire.
The Thestral cries out almost angrily as it even more forcefully stomps its hooves against the black leather diary until it finally begins to smoke. Suddenly black ink began to ooze as the black diary begins to loudly and rather shrilly scream. The screaming only grows louder and louder in volume until Rowan is forced herself to clap her hands over her ears. The screaming is so bad that one of her eardrums bursts rather painfully causing a trickle of blood to begin to pour out of her left ear. She didn't even realize it as she was already in so much pain.
Due to the small burning fires rapidly spreading throughout the entire room, Rowan's eyes were tearing up from the smoke. Unable to breathe anymore in the from the thick fog, she is forced to uncover one of her ears with a painful wince. Struggling to ignore the screaming, she covers her mouth and nose with her robe sleeve and counties to squint through watery eyes to ensure that the black diary is destroyed as it is being burned alive.
However, the destruction of the leather black diary is rather slow despite the efforts of the flaming Thestral. And as such, the small fires rapidly spread throughout the room causing her to loudly begin to cough and retreat backwards until she is basically pressed up against the door.
The situation only worsened with each passing second as the heat and smoke trapped inside the room only grew. The smoke inhalation is already causing her to feel faint, but even worse the heat of the hire is growing hotter and hotter around her as she begins to sweat from the sweltering heat. But she dared not open the door, because the minute she did the flames would immediately spread due to the flames being fed due to the sudden access of oxygen now flowing into the room.
Still the situation grew worse as the temperature of the room grew hotter and hotter as the flames were now surrounding, Rowan. Forced to step away from the now flaming door at her back, she can only stand in the middle of the burning room. Thankfully her school robes are enchanted to be impervious to flames. Her school robes protect her from being burned, but any flesh exposed to the heat was starting to turn red as her flesh begins to lightly burn.
All Rowan could do at this point was to hide her face and hands into her sleeves. It was ironic really, but Aunt Georgine's expensive taste in clothing is what was saving her today. Why even the dragonhide boots on her feet were preventing the flames from burning the soles of her feet. And enchanted apprenticeship silver badge on her chest was protecting her from the worst of the heat or she'd have succumbed long ago.
The Thestral lets out a triumphant neigh as at long last the black leather diary turned into nothing but smoldering ashes. The sudden silence sounds rather loud in Rowan's ears as the screaming had finally come to an end. The Thestral's let out an impatient snort, before it is vanished away, and Rowan most gratefully teleports out of the flaming bedroom chamber.
It was just in time too as Voldemort and the rest of the Death Eaters arrived at the burning hide out. Voldemort let out a scream as a blast of water emerged out of his wand and put out the flames in a single giant wave. Part of the old home simply collapsed from the weight of the water and the damage done by the fire. The old home was still smoldering when he stepped inside of what was still left.
Most of the front hallway had collapsed, while the rest of the back of the home was simply smoldering ashes with the stone framework still standing as well as the sturdier wooden framework. Voldemort rushed to a halt before the remains of his inner sanctuary that was nothing but ashes. Rushing forward he began to dig into the ashes to find nothing but ashes. His diary was either gone or burned to the ground.
Voldemort let out such an angry cry as he said, "Find her and kill her!" And he truly didn't care anymore the girl needed to be dead. Nothing less would satisfy him.
The Death Eaters immediately spread out again as Voldemort also rushes into the search. If his diary was still intact the girl would have it. And if not, it'd be far better he did not get to her first. She'd wish she was dead, when he was done with her.

Before there ever was a boy that ever lived in a cupboard on Four Privet Drive, there was a similar boy in a far worse home that lived on Spinner’s End. We all know the tale of that abused boy who grew up to become a bitter spy. But not all tales end the same for in the many parallel worlds that exist in the universe there are far better endings, and equally as many worse ones. This is a tale of one such condemned universe that for better or for worse chooses to change its own fate.

(All rights to the Harry Potter world and characters belong solely to J. K. Rowling. However, I do claim creative fanfiction rights. Please do not post my fanfiction elsewhere without my express permission. This work will also be partially hosted at RoyalRoad, Wattpadd, and Archive.)

The Book tingled with callous cold within my hand as I snap it shut, the further I delved into the leather bound encyclopedia the more my mind melded away... its made me question Cobalt's sanity, and it taunted to to continue on... 


   The diary entries smash cut together with elaborate diagrams of magic technique, I want to compare this to the scrolls of magic supposedly provided by the Archmage tower organization... I heard rumors that Archmage had affiliations with Cobalt to some degree, maybe Cobalt provided magical techniques... in their hands it surely would be improved and tested, but also its likely Cobalt didn't reveal his full hand regarding magic.



        The Book put to the side, I begin inspecting other such things on his person...loose bits of wet paper with unknown markings line the insides of his pockets along with many metallic objects and a soft lump of metal. 


        I also find Mana Crystals within his possession, as to what he'd need those for I don't know... usually they are magic batteries, but from what I can gather he doesn't use them for casting spells.


    So, I analyze the objects with a mild curiosity.


 [ Stygian Bronze ]
 [ Relic Grade material ]
 
[ Mana Crystal ( Large ) x7 ]

 [ Magic Scripture ]
 [ Relic Grade class swap ]

      [ Notice: Consumption of these items provide the class " Priest of Omega ", levels will be transferred in a 2:1 ratio. ]

   Consumption? 

      Omega... what is Omega?


   What is Sygnian Bronze?


        This batch of Knowledge leaves me uncertain,  and full of questions... but there is still more!

 [ Star Eater Cartridge ]
 [ Relic Grade Cartridge ]

 [ Blossom Field Rep Token x27 ]

     [ Reputation Shop ( Blossom Field ) Unlocked ]

           

          More things to consider! I have no clue as to what these are, and I have little time to inspect them... so I'll have to rush and find out!

      Activate Class change!

       [ Warning: Class Change may induce nausua, headache, loss of sight, insanity, and in some cases death... continue? ]

       Oh... uh...

... 

   Yes.

    [ Confirmed,  Implementing... ]

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 "  Avery... "


     Who's there?

             Am I hearing voices again! I'm tired of this, I just want to be sane!

     " Cobalt, I need your power... grant me your blessing... oh God of Creation... "

     I'm no deity, nor am I hot! 

    Wait you didn't say anything about my looks... uh,  never mind about that last part... 

    What do you mean by blessing?

        " Please... answer me... "

     I am! I am talki-... wait I'm not... 

   Damn, I got used to being able to reply to things in my head with my head, but now I gotta use my voice! 

  - " Who are you. "

   I ask plain and simple, I don't recognize the voice... but it sounds similar to someone I do know, without an accent at least.

    " My name is... Prine... Prime Moro, your grace... "

     Moro.... that's the Scottish guy right? I wondered why he had an accent, I guess he had a kid before he kicked the bucket? That's neat.

   - " Moro, I do recognize that name... what will you do with the power? "

        " I wish to defeat Origin Guild, and revive you... I wasn't supposed to touch your body... I'm sorry.... "

     Touch my body? I left a physical one behind?  Dang, I thought I'd just be spirited away... but o guess not. Beyond that, anyone who wants to kick the shit out of Origin is a friend of mine.


    [ User ' Cobalt ', would you like to overlook NPC ' Prine Moro ' as a patron? ]

    System!! You are back!! I can hear you again!!


   Talk to me, what's happening down there!

  ...

       I'll be his patron, I guess...

  [ Confirmed ]

         The system didn't respond to what I said, rather only when I replied to it... this isn't progress.  I've been getting those walls inside me 7 times now and I haven't gotten anything new! 

   I want to chat! I want to listen to music, or podcasts, or anything!

         Anything system! Please!


  " Thank you... your grace... "

      Oh right... Moro.

     - " Use what you gained wisely, and do not flaunt it. I also have a request for you... Son of Jack Moro. "

       " Anything, your grace! "

     - " Call me Avery. "

I'm on a one way ticket to either heaven or hell, let's see where this damn train takes me. System, check. Game like, check. Bad World building, check.

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3 Chapters a week Minimum


Amino is down due to an unfortunate hack.

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Brief Overview : 

With the death of our real world in the future, everyone gets digitized and becomes... well, Immortal. To a degree.

But how to do you spend immortality?

Video Games of course, with everything being digital... and with Hyper Advanced A.I... it's possible to create games that simulate what reality used to be like...

Our story takes place in Starduster MMO, a fantasy based MMO game where the game's story is run mainly by player choice, with any choice being an important factor into anything.

Our main point of view is Avery Hall, who specializes in the Sniper Class, a long range damage class that uses a Rifle. He is quite efficient at making use of all he has available, and is kind of a jerk.

Avery also has been preventing the Progress of the game by holding on to a Key Artifact, other players find out about this and after a while decide they don't want him around anymore.

 While he gets sent to level 1 normally... he reputation is too low within the game and he gets banned, luckily he has a second account, as most V.I.P. users in the world do...

 Avery, swears to return the status quo, but maybe he'll be good this time... hopefully, but habits take a long time to stop.

 So we join Avery's journey to get back to the top, just make sure he doesn't forget to properly transfer accounts.

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Dear diary, Hod is a good travel companion, it stinks a bit but now I'm used to it. The journey is long and I have a map that I check periodically, it should not be difficult to reach the destination. I will update you every day, we will always be together.
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A day passed. Hod and Rugnar always remained on the cart, even when they stopped to rest. With wolves wandering around, it would not have been prudent to leave the horse alone. Rugnar was strong and could have defended himself, but without the horse they could have said goodbye to the mission. Also this time, like when the boy arrived in Riverwood, they decided to pass near the river. The river in fact represented a sort of salvation for adventurers: if the wolves attacked you, you would have survived by throwing yourself into the water. The problem then was the bears who hunted the fish above the rocks, but no adventurer had ever told it. They were following the path that day. Hod hummed a song and Rugnar was cleaning his weapon.
"You never told me what you were doing before you got to Riverwood" asked Hod curiously.
"Oh... well it's complicated"
"Complicated? What can be so complicated? You look like an honest citizen"
Rugnar raised an eyebrow. He? An honest citizen? Was this the impression the others had on him?
"I was a bandit"
Hod stopped the cart suddenly and marveled at Rugnar's response.
"You? A bandit?" Hod laughed, then continued the speech, "nha, the bandits hunt and kill the adventurers, they live isolated in the middle of the forest... you don't have what it takes to be a bandit"
Rugnar did not want to contradict him and the speech ended there. Hod started to move the horse again, but after a few seconds he stopped.
"Although this would explain your skill with the ax..." he thought about it a little, but then he started moving the horse again. Not even the time to take a meter and stopped again.
"...and your leather armor..." Hod looked more closely at the boy, then turned white in the face.
"So is that true? Were you a bandit?"
"Yes, but now it's a thing of the past, I changed my life"
Hod was thrilled.
"I'm proud of you, boy"
At one point the road was blocked by a pack of wolves. Hod stopped again and began to tremble with fear. Rugnar pulled out the ax and with gestures tried to intimidate the beasts. He did not seem to succeed: the herd was approaching the cart.
"Go!" cried Rugnar.
With a maneuver Hod incited the horse to run and successfully managed to enter the forest. It was not the best area for a cart, since they had to face continuous holes and stones, but it was the only possible way.
"Are they chasing us?"
Not even the time to say it, Hod was bitten in the neck by a wolf, who had jumped over the wood before.
Rugnar could only watch the scene without doing anything: Hod collapsed and fell from the cart. The horse kept running, regardless of where to go. The wagon continued to crash into the trees and a wheel was about to give way. Given the precarious situation, Rugnar jumped from the wagon and started running towards the forest. Even if he was strong, alone he would never be able to defeat them all. He went into the dense forest, the vegetation was becoming wilder and more careful not to fall. He made three hundred, perhaps four hundred meters in less than a minute. He had probably already sown the pack, but he didn't turn around to not lose speed. When everything seemed finished, the boy stumbled on a stone, also the fault of half-broken shoes, and fell into a hole on the ground. He had ended up in a cave. He fell on his back, was very hurt, his vision gradually became more and more blurred. He lost consciousness.

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