While attending a prestigious military school Samuel struggles with discrimination and unfair regulations due to his family’s magic. A group of rebels trying to use him, a man who has a firm clamp on Samuel’s magic, and worst of all he has a stupid crush on the top scoring student, aka Mr. Perfect.

We walked through the main entrance foyer, across its gleaming cream marble floors that reflected the white vine-leaf stucco ceiling and its enormous open flower. 

The scent of wood polish from the oak wood stair rails lingered heavily about the air.

Ryoko led the way to the back wall, towards the enormous floral centerpiece perched on the circular glass table trimmed in silver. The flowers had changed, so they released a delicious summer rose and lavender aroma about the air. 

I glanced at the wall's hanging map of Sol, which fluttered slightly from the partially opened window at the far-right of the hallway we entered. 

Ryoko opened the redwood door at the opposite end to reveal a downward flight of steps. It was dubiously lit with kerosene lamps that were hanging from the ceiling. 

"Um, where does this lead?" I whispered to Lita.

"You'll see," Lita replied with a forced cutesy smile.

I gulped, realizing it was better to go with the flow. 

We traversed down the spiraling, wrought iron, staircase that didn't show any end in sight amongst the dimly lit way.

"Are we there yet?" I complained, feeling the muscles in my calves tense with a dull ache. 

The stair descent was taking forever.

"Almost," Wilfred answered.

"Seriously?" I moaned, hoping it would end soon.

He wasn't joking. The end was sudden and gleaming.

We stepped across a threshold into a circular room that was akin to an observatory minus the dome glass roof. 

Instead, the ridiculously high ceiling was animated with green, blue, orange and pale-pink pastel color streaks and ribbons similar to an Aurora Australis on an evening sky. 

The colorful light was strewn around the burnished gold walls, highlighting detailed loop signature patterns of Sacred Word symbols intertwined within olive vine leaves that covered every inch of the surface.

A faint smell of iron and lemon wafted up my nose.

Small glass fairy balls zoomed in circular patterns around the central object that was an enormous metal device of four silver, gold, bronze and glass rings, built over each other to allow for free spinning. One big iron ring (connected to a D-shaped base) encased the four rings.

"Whaddahell is this?" I blurted. 

My fingertips tingled with the concentrated magic of the room.

"Transport." Wilfred smirked.

War gave me a reassuring slap on the back, knocking me closer to the D-shaped metal thing. 

I looked to my hands. The starlight trails the fairy balls made, and pastel light, made my skin appear to be shimmering. I was worried that the D-thing we were bound for was going to turn us into shrill glitter.

"Hey, Ryoko, that D-shape thing isn't dangerous is it?" I was praying she would answer 'no' with her usual grumpy voice.

"Well, we did loose Ensign Ryuu the last time we took the D-Train." She mused, her eyes glancing up toward the Aurora Australis ceiling. "He didn't reform at our destination. I'm sure we'll find him one day."

"What?!" I blurted.

War and Death let out similar outbursts. The three of us stopped in our tracks, unwilling to move further.

"I'm joking. He's fine and somewhere about the mansion." Ryoko laughed. "Your stupid faces are priceless."

Her laughter escalated into a belly laugh.

"Not funny!" I growled.

"Do not mind our Corporal. This machine is harmless." Saku kindly reassured me with a gentle pat to my back. "If it eases your concerns, we will all be in this together."

Didn't help. 

I kept my thoughts to myself as I eagle-eyed Wilfred, following him down a grilled-metal ramp to approach the flat side of the D-shape base. It had mirrored silver doors similar to an elevator. 

He ran his hands over the doors to make them glow with various animal symbol combinations. 

I yelped when the doors snapped open to reveal a crescent moon shaped room within.

"Right. No use cryin' like babies." War psyched himself up as he followed Wilfred's lead into the room.

"Well, it's been fun." Death sighed as he made his way in.

I stood back to watch the others enter. 

"Hell." I sighed and followed the pact.

The walls were fashioned out of silver-glass that shimmered with subdue light. It was framed with bronze-gold architraves and trims. 

The floor was of polished moonstone reflecting a kaleidoscope pattern of rainbow light from the cubic zirconia fractured-patterned ceiling.

"Here!" Saku called me over to his side. 

He clasped a simple silver bracelet to my wrist. It was linked to a silver ribbon and a tiny copper clamp that he fixed to a small hook on the wall's central bronze rail. 

I noticed everyone except Wilfred was wearing one and linked to the rail.

"This will keep us grounded during the journey," he said. 

I shook aside my pesky questions and watched Wilfred close the doors, stand in the center and say a spell to cause a kaleidoscope pattern to rise from the floor and stand before him. 

He said another spell, which caused a ball of white light to drop from the zirconia gem ceiling. 

The room vibrated with a heavy drone.

Wilfred hooked his clamp to a spot next to Death.

"Eramango gaitu Marc Lane!" he shouted to the hovering ball of light.

The drone and vibrations increased as the ball burned to an intense white.

"Hell!" I yelped at the burst of crackling noises and sparks of electrostatic light coming from the burning ball.

Pressure pushed at my ears, threatening to crush my head. 

A force pulled at my heart, tearing it apart in many directions. A fire burned throughout my body. It brought on unbearable, hot, white pain.

"UGH!" The last sound from my mouth before gold, silver and bronze dominated my vision in a muddy blur.

Heat stroked my skin. A sensation of silk wrapped my body. 

My mind became quiet. I felt my being shattered into roaming particles, held together by a signature pattern of chi and air.

The pain eased into a soothing sensation of swimming under warm water that was stirred about by gentle vibrations.

The vibrations stopped. There was an absolute silence.

My consciousness gradually returned with my reformed body. 

This trip was far more intense that what I had experienced in the Green Room back at Hell's Labyrinth.

The most natural reaction occurred from my body when my eyes eventually opened to moonstone flooring. I vomited.

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The total area of heat-resistant tiles exceeded twenty square meters. Mai Dong lacked professional inspection tools such as an ultrasonic fault detector or an X-ray detector. All she could rely on was her eyes.
"The heat corrosion is very severe." Mai Dong reached out her hand and gently caressed the black surface. "The surface is very rough and it looks a little like plastic."
"That's the phenolic impregnated carbon ablator. Its fixing agent is phenol formaldehyde which is also known as Bakelite," Tomcat explained. "So it's very normal to look like plastic. Some car tires are made of this material."
The Eagle lander had experienced heating from adiabatic compression during its first atmospheric entry. The 2000°C temperatures evaporated and sublimed the heat-resistant tiles, causing the surface to look nothing like new. It was akin to a patient with severe burn injuries. There wasn't an inch of skin that remained intact.
If it wasn't because Cryptic Yang's girlfriend's brother's mentor's eldest nephew's seventh maternal granduncle, the NASA department head, had said that it wouldn't be a problem, Tang Yue wouldn't have had the confidence. The heat-resistant tiles looked pathetic after the high-temperature heating. The surface was uneven and charred. It felt rough to the touch and there were large swaths that had melted into glass as they glistened with light.
Thankfully, the Eagle lander didn't rely on looks.
No matter what kind of fiery inferno it had been in, as long as the original design had left behind sufficient redundancies, it would definitely be able to enter the atmosphere again.
The arm slowly moved Mai Dong. With the glass visor in place, the girl carefully inspected the heat-resistant tiles on the lander.
"Those spots that look to be badly burned don't matter. It's normal," Tomcat informed her. "The heat-resistant tiles on the Eagle rely on the burning and subliming to wick away heat. Miss Mai Dong, what you need to look for are rather deep cracks and uneven areas."
"Cracks and uneven areas, right?"
"Yes, in extreme environments, cracks might cause an accumulation of stress, causing the cracks to widen and the heat-resistant tiles to drop," Tomcat observed the screen and nodded. "The uneven spots will result in uneven heating and cause the heat-resistant tiles to crack. These situations might cause an accident."
"I got it."
Mai Dong breathed in a little as she raised the intensity of the two LED lamps on her helmet.
"How should they be fixed if there are cracks?" Tang Yue asked with a suppressed voice. "Patch it?"
"What are you going to use?" Tomcat retorted. "Do you have Super Glue 502?"
"No." Tang Yue asked. "Can Super Glue 502 be used to patch it?"
"Clearly not." Tomcat shook its head. "But we don't even have a bottle of Super Glue 502."
"Then… Then what do we do?"
"Nothing," Tomcat said. "That's why it's best we pray that there won't be any crazy cracks."
Tang Yue was rendered speechless. He was accustomed to having backup plans. If Plan A failed, there was a Plan B, and if Plan B failed, there was a Plan C. Behind Plan C were a series of plans. All they needed was to inform Mission Control, and the engineers would come up with a bunch of solutions within twenty minutes for selection.
Back then, he had failed to appreciate such a luxury. It was equivalent to having a massive world-class team back you. Truly, it was a case of not knowing what he had until it was gone.
The saying that there is always a way out, works only when there's someone to pave the way out for you.
If Tomcat said that it was hopeless, then it was truly hopeless. No matter how hard one tried, reality would just hit them coldly in the face.
"I can't see any cracks." Mai Dong's voice sounded over the comms. "The heat-resistant tiles are tightly joined together, but I see a protruded area…"
Mai Dong moved the camera to let Tomcat and Tang Yue see it.
"It's really a protrusion." Tang Yue stroked his chin. "Is that the Eagle's crown jewels?"
The girl gently pressed her hand on the protruded part. Across the flat belly of the spacecraft was an obvious bulge, like a wart. "This is likely caused by heat expansion of the material. Mr. Cat, does it matter?"
Tomcat stared at the screen and pondered in silence.
"It's a potential safety hazard. It's best we eliminate it."
"What's wrong?" Tang Yue asked.
"It is the way of heaven to take from what has an excess in order to make good what is deficient. If it's deficient, we add to it, if it's an excess, we cut it off," Tomcat replied. "The way to eliminate the hazard is to remove the excess portion. Miss Mai Dong, that will be all the inspection work for now. Return to the space station to have a break. We will resolve the problem during your next EVA trip. We'll deal with it like dealing with a pimple."
"That violent?" Mai Dong was taken aback. To girls, pimples were absolutely irreconcilable enemies.
"Yes, that violent," Tomcat said.
"Then what should I take to deal with it?" Mai Dong asked. "Softening treatment at high temperatures? Or think of a way to remove it and reinstall it? But there aren't many tools in the space station…"
Mai Dong believed that repairing the heat-resistant tiles would be a complicated and intricate task. It might even need a set of massive machine tools, but the space station clearly lacked such conditions.
"What tool should I bring?"
"A file."
…
"Tang Yue, I'll be washing these dirty clothes of yours." Tomcat carried a bunch of clothes as it said, "There isn't anything in the pockets, right? If you have anything to hide, quickly take it out."
"There's nothing." Tang Yue bent his back and entered the Radiant Armor as he extended his hands into the suit. "Go ahead and wash them."
"It smells of semen." Tomcat used a pair of tongs to pick up the dirty underwear as it frowned. "I've told you before to stop reading Old Zheng's educational material under your blanket…"
"Scram!"
Be it on Kunlun Station or the space station, laundry was always a troublesome matter. Water was a very precious resource, so it couldn't be wasted on something non-mission-critical. Based on the ISS's protocols, clothes didn't need washing. They switched into new sets after they were dirty. They would then be stuffed into a cargo spacecraft and thrown into the atmosphere for burning.
The early Mars missions continued such protocols. The United Space Station didn't have any washing machines. Everyone brought enough disposable clothes that were sealed in bags. They were all made of soft anti-bacterial and anti-odor material. Innerwear was changed once every six days, and outerwear was changed once a month. At the end of each period, they would be thrown into the trash.
But with the Mars landing missions constantly extending, the clothes the astronauts needed to bring kept increasing. A six-member team would need four hundred sets of clothing a year which was a rather terrifying number. Orion had to specially make space for the clothes.
Therefore, Kunlun Station was later installed with a tiny washing machine.
It was tiny, no bigger than a microwave oven.
Tang Yue didn't know how it worked either since there was no need for detergent. It was possible that it used high-temperature steam to kill bacteria and sterilize the clothes, but the water recycling efficiency was low. Therefore, doing laundry was a rather extravagant matter. Tang Yue would accumulate a large bunch of clothes and wash them all at once.
Tang Yue kept the frequency of doing laundry in perfect check to conserve water. He was very familiar with such methods; after all, it was a trait that all men who had undergone a university education were equipped with—how to shower the least number of times in the longest possible period without stinking.
"Be careful. I only have those few pieces of underwear left." Tang Yue was very displeased with Tomcat's roughness. "I won't have any spares if they are torn."
"Got it. Got it. Rest easy." Tomcat wore a helmet over its head as it attempted to pick up Tang Yue's underwear with tongs from a distance away. However, its left arm wasn't working well, so no matter how it prodded, it wasn't able to clamp it up.
"Then, I'll be heading out to move the solar panels."
"Good luck." Tomcat continued prodding the underwear on the floor.
…
Half an hour later.
"Tang Yue, don't be mad. Listen to me. Listen to me. I made that hole deliberately. It's true, really… This hole is for ventilation. You can let your balls breathe in fresh air…"


Payload specialist, Tang Yue, who is a mechanical and electrical engineer by training, is left stranded on Mars when he receives news from his AI robot assistant, Tomcat, that Earth has exploded. He believes himself to be the last human in the Universe.
Turns out, he is only the last man in the Universe. Botanist, Mai Dong, had been left on the United Space Station (USS) orbiting Mars, to await Tang Yue's ascent to the USS before they make their journey back to Earth. But now, it's impossible.
Join the trio's quest for survival as they attempt to unravel the mystery of Earth's disappearance.

June soars over to the opposite wall. Her dress flaps like a thousand ribbons as she sails, weightless as a paper airplane.

She lands in front of the figure trying to sneak out of the opening, blocking his path.

It appears to be a man in a long coat, he leans and staggers back a few steps then looks around for another escape route.

"Well, well," June crosses her arms, eyeing him up and down, "It seems you're sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

I catch him glance at me apprehensively as he takes another step back.

I gasp recognizing him, "Miles?"

It's that shady vampire from Rosie's! Has he been watching me? I feel sick to my stomach. I remember what the psychic twins said about being followed. How long has he been stalking? My skin crawls at the thought.

He doesn't turn to acknowledge me but I know it's him. Even in the dark, I can make out his features completely.

Juniper clicks her tongue at him, "I'll bet you thought yourself clever following my fledgling around. Someone sent you."

She takes a step forward as he inches back, he places a graceful foot between the railway ties. His forehead is strained with frustration and bafflement.

"What's the matter? Does it, perhaps, trouble you that you cannot read my thoughts?" she grins at him as her eyes flash, "Regrettably for you, I'm well practiced in resisting a Seer's gift. You'll have to do better than this if you're hoping to gain anything from me."

Reading her thoughts? Has he been reading mine? I feel disgusted and disturbed, essentially violated! I hate how all these vampires can get into my head. Spying on my future, stealing my will, reading my mind. I'm not secure mentally or physically!

I fume on the side as June continues to back him into the man made cave. She hops onto the iron rail, dancing over it like a gymnast on a balancing beam as he progressively backs away. His expression is growing more hostile at this point.

June tauntingly sneers, "Tragic, you must be a pawn. Whoever sent you would have properly prepared you, otherwise."

"She has informed me on what kind of beast you are, Juniper. I can't expect someone like you to understand honor and loyalty," he snarls at her, keeping his distance but not entirely backing down.

"Oh? *She* is it?" his lips tighten in response to her amused speculations, "My, my, your devotions to this woman are astounding. You'd willingly lay your life on the altar of her ambitions?"

Blinding fog lights pierce into the tunnel's abyss far off at the other end. I wince, shading my eyes from the painfully bright bulbs streaming in like sunlight. 

It's a tube of black and white as a train snakes inside. The engines beats and cranks like an army of foot soldiers perfectly synchronized. The stone shakes threatening the rounded ceiling with collapse. 

"There's no hiding or running," Miles declares as the shock of deja vu stabs like a sword in the gut. He turns to me and stares straight into my face, his eyes flare like molten rubies, "She'll find you both!"

The harsh white light washes out every object. The shaded halves elongate and stretch to impossible proportions. Miles and Juniper become comparatively small to their rapidly growing shadows. 

The train is barreling towards us and the whistle blows, whooping and filling the area. It's cry commands we make way for the unstoppable hunk of machinery.

The sound seems to trigger a hunch. Miles and June are brawling in this very tunnel, dancing in the crude spotlight. Dirt partials scatter like smoke grenades to obscure their fight. June pins him and rips his heart from his chest, sucking slab of meat dry. Sickening. Now, I'll get to witness it twice… Lucky me.

No… it's unstable. Miles is escaping? I don't know. He's fleeing from her, out of my range of sight. No, that's not right, she's shredding him to pieces on the tracks. No! She's biting into his arm? Why does it keep warping without my intentions changing?

My head vibrates and I meet eyes with Miles. He has a haunted expression staring into my face. Is he reading my mind while I'm having a vision? 

He has to be! His plans must be changing. He is attempting to manipulate the future through me! I see him die or disappear in my head, repeatedly. He's staring very intensely while keeping Juniper is his peripheral sight.

The whistle howls again and I slam my eyes shut covering my ears with my palms.

"Stop!" I holler with the horn. I want him out of my head, want the noisy train to disappear with its headache inducing bulbs. I don't want to see people dying in my head in a thousand different ways!

"Are you mad?" Miles is gaping at Juniper like she's some kind of boogie man, "The punishment for Reaping is severe! Eating our own is forbidden!"

"Is it now?" the question is more of a statement that conveys she couldn't care less. Though, this news to me. Eating humans, ok. Eating vampires, not ok?

June stalks forward like a leopard. Miles looks like he's going to book it, his eyes zip around despairingly for an out. 

I notice him needling at my brain for answers but I refuse to think about that vision. Instead I shout 'Get out!' in my head everytime I feel that unwelcomed prying. If he's going to dig around I'm going to make it unpleasant for him. I'd feel sorry if he wasn't obviously threatening us.

"Pestering her won't improve your situation," June informs, she looks downright intimidating. Her energy is hurricane, a high powered voltage turbine. 

I shiver as lightning seems to surge through my skin from the blast of raw power, shooting up my arms. The blue rings in her face lock into Miles as she commands, "Tell me who sent you."

Miles suppresses a shudder, choosing his words carefully as he realizes he is likely on borrowed time, "It won't matter at this point, she will see to you soon enough."

Juniper appears to be getting taller and I have to double take to really grasp what's going on. Is she rising on her tiptoes?

No, she's lifting on the ground! Her bare feet dangle as she begins to hover. I want to rub my eyes. Is this a trick?

This spooks Miles and he takes off plunging head on into the oncoming train. 

She glides past, seamless as a phantom, feet floating above the tracks. She cuts him off and kicks him in the stomach. It sends him rolling. 

She levitates like some menacing angel as light streams from her silhouette, ice rings shine out of her darkened face. Her black hair whips like a whirling Cthulhu. The train cries out high pitched at her back.

He manages a backwards somersault landing nimbly back on his feet. His features are a wash from the flood lights, his stance crouched for a fight.

She dives at him, swooping like an eagle for a rabbit. Teeth bared, taloned fingers, legs target to lock around his head and snap it between her thighs.

He moves in the nick of time, slipping beneath the death lock of her legs and claws. Fangs sink into her calf.

She snarls as they spin out of control into planked crates and boxes. Gravel sprays, pebbles tinkle, sprinkling around like wedding rice.

A crate smashes into pieces as they collide with it. Miles snaps up a splintered plank from the shattered box. He thrusts downward aiming to gore her in the back. 

I cry, "Look out!"

She flips around catching the weaponized arm. She squeezes until the flesh bulges around her fingers, forcing him to drop the wood. The arm contorts and Miles inhales a sharp yell of discomfort. 

His free hand swipe at her face. June tilts but not quick enough. Nails catch like fish hooks tearing open her lower cheek. It peels, leaving a wet, stringy gouge. 

She snarls and electric blue flows from her sockets, her fingers clamp deeper into the muscle. His arm looks like it might explode. Their wounds weep metallic ink in the floodlights.

He tries to escape her miserable grip, swinging an arm then a leg. They shuffle as if fencing. June snaps at his fist then avoids the foot, taking a retaliation swipe of her own. Her grip on his arm doesn't ease.

She jerks him by the battered arm and lifts off the ground, levitating higher for the rounded ceiling. He's hanging by his bleeding limb, kicking and reaching for her helplessly.

He swings both feet curling into a ball, then thrusts both legs out, punching into her ribs. They drop at an angle like being shot out of a cannon, barreling in my direction. I roll out of the way, hugging the wall.

Dust kicks up from their crash, playing like fog in spotlights. Two shadows fight relentlessly in the haze. Some feral sounds rival the stomping engine.

Train gears pound, dangerously close almost to the end. Their silhouettes grapple and bite, snarling like two hydra creatures. Their outlines bounce and mash into one another, appearing as some massive monstrosity. 

The shadow divides. One flies backwards, disappearing into smoke and smashing into debris. The other figure emerges, more focused and clear. It's running, retreating. Wait! It's gunning for me!

I scramble to get away, pushing off to sprint deeper into the headlights, keeping close to the wall. I don't want to be hit by the speeding train.

The blinding white disorients me but I run forward regardless. A hand latches onto my ankle and digs in. 'Damn it! Too slow!'

I yelp and nearly faceplant. I kick behind with my  free leg in a desperate hop. Bad move, my other foot is snatched up. I cling to the wall and scrape across as gravity yanks me down.

I roll off my stomach, and flail in chaotic bicycle kicks as I shout. The attacker stumbles forward. 

I clamber to rise but he scurries to pin me down. Two crimson circles beam as Miles army crawls over top of me. I struggle against the groping hands, whimpering and growling as I kick and scratch. 

A hand reaches for my head and I bite into flesh. I taste cold power, it's alarmingly desirable. 

I clamp down on sinew lining his limb as stagnant blood floods my tastebuds. It's not like human blood though I can taste the last person he fed on. There is something dangerously good about vampire blood.

The arm thrusts downward and flesh tears from my teeth. The arm hooks over my neck into a choke hold. His body is tight against mine as he forces us upright. 

I snarl and thrash, his multitude of wounds seep into my clothes and on my skin. He grunts and winces from pain and exhaustion but steadily drags me by my heels.

He backing us up in a hurry, trying to use me as a shield or hostage. My loose hand claws chunks out of his arm. He struggles to trap it but it doesn't deter him. He's determined to get out of this tunnel by any means.

A chilling voice snarls from behind, "What did I say about pestering my fledgling?"

He hisses through his teeth as we get yanked, she seizes his arms. I get free and drop between them, skittering away.

"I won't let you eat me!" he bellows at her, striving to escape. The train howls, plunging down the tracks like a mad bull. It's about to pass.

June let's loose her unhinged laugh, eyes wide and raining blue hellfire, the whites now bleeding black. 

Fear and hunger rack across my flesh like barbed wired and snake scales. I can feel it pooling from them.

She always recaptures him when he wriggles something free, reeling him a little closer with every attempt. He's a fly struggling against a spider's web. 

He rips away briefly and she's had enough. Fangs flash as she locks him in place, clasping his clawed hand aiming to strike her. June forces the elbow to bend, arching it back at the joint in his shoulder.

He yowls as it cranks like a clock dial and he drops to his knees, her other hand shoves his face away. She stoops forward and those razored canines plunge into his bent arm. 

He cries out pushing against her as she sucks at it violently. His other arm is useless being just out of reach.

"Devil woman," he spits in that uncomfortable position, "You won't have the satisfaction!" 

Miles shouts enraged and panicked over the pounding engines. June has him effectively restrained. Soon the train will block him in. She'll drain him and rip out his heart. I know it, I've more or less seen it.

Miles stops scuffling, seeming to submit. His eyes lock with mine as June's palm grinds into the side of his face. His expression goes blank, eerily calm, though his irises gleam red. I don't know what kind of expression I'm wearing. I don't know what to feel. I just stare at him.

He closes his eyes then seems to collapse under June's weight. They both dip only for Miles to spring up and shove himself backwards, feet and all thrusting against her. 

Eyes closed, head thrown back, arms spread without intent, right into the wake of the oncoming train. A suicidal trust fall. 

The whistle screams as everything goes white and black. I wince and cover my eyes.

The splat is hardly audible, it's overshadowed by the roaring train as it tears past with a brutal wind and a spray unsavory wetness. 

I gasp a second time being splashed and covered by it. I press myself against the wall and refuse to open my eyes as metal wheels squeal and click on the tracks.

The sound of a fleeing stampede dwindles, spreading from the confines of the tunnel. It's unearthly hushed by comparison as the train disappears into the night.

The noisy engine fades into obscurity. A sudden noise startles me. I suck through my teeth again. The sound of grapes being stamped under feet to make wine, if only that were the case.

A young girl chooses the wrong night to walk home alone and things go completely awry when she falls a prey to supernatural forces. The event entwines the fate of an unlikely group of individuals. All victims by circumstance, vampirism, demonic and beast-like qualities threaten to take the humanity, purpose and sanity from each unfortunate member. With the promise of immortality and power comes it's curses.  Is the cost worth the rewards of ascending human abilities?***

Tags & Content warning: Vampires, werewolves, multiple perspectives, blood, gore, violence, action, romance, language & some sexualty.***

Long chapters released weekly. I'll leave updates and authors notes if I can't make the weekly post. Thanks for the support!

Kuang Bindun stumbled to the starboard railing and grabbed it with both hands. His legs shook from the rolling ship as he used all of his willpower to prevent the morning's breakfast from coming up. 

The next second, Jack arrived at his side and said "Get ready to move, they're coming." as he raised his cylinder to his shoulder and aimed it towards the sky.

Kuang Bindun frowned at Jack in confusion, but then followed Jack's gaze up towards the sky, and the eight Kung that started their dive at him. 

He blanched and tried to use Moon Step, but the rolling ship and his stomach disrupted the flow of his spirit energy and he could only grip tighter to the railing in despair. 

Jack saw Kuang Bindun's attempt from the corner of his eye and moved a couple of steps to the right to stand in front of him.

He quickly scanned the deck and saw six sailors aiming their weapons at the diving Kung. A second later, they threw the weapons and Jack aimed his cylinder at one of the Kung that didn't get hit. 

With a soft *thump*, Jack launched a metal ball with the Air Blast spell. The metal ball slanted down from where Jack aimed due to the rocking of the ship and struck the Kung under its right flying fin. 

Two spurts of dark red, almost black, blood erupted from the large fish almost at the same time: one where the metal ball struck it, and one from its back. 

That made the fish twist around the wound and veer off course. 

Jack's brows rose in surprise when he saw how easily the metal ball went through the Kung, and he stopped his movement of returning the cylinder back to the Star Bag. Instead, he took it in both hands, spread his legs in a batting stance, started using the Chaotic Hawk Assault technique to strengthen his legs, and waited for the last fish to come from his right. 

Half a second later, the four and a half meter monstrosity got to a couple of meters distance from him and opened its mouth as wide as it could. 

When Jack saw that the tiny black eyes of the Kung got obstructed by its gaping maw, he pushed all the available spirit energy he could into his torso and arms and swung the Deep Water Iron cylinder with everything he had. 

The cylinder smashed into the upper part of the Kung's mouth as it tried to bite into him. Its entire head got twisted to the side from the blow, but its momentum still continued and it slammed into Jack's torso. 

Even with the help of the Chaotic Hawk Assault technique and the bolstering of spirit energy, Jack couldn't stop himself from rolling on the deck with the Kung.

It tried to clamp its deformed mouth around his head a couple of times, but Jack managed to use his cylinder as a bar to the movement of its head and dodged it. He earned a few scratches on his body from its shorter fins, but he learned that its slick body didn't have much strength in it to do much more harm than it already did after the initial dive. He only had to watch what it did with its teeth and he felt certain that he wouldn't get hurt. 

After rolling on the deck several times, Jack managed to mount the Kung while he used his two legs to nail its wing-like fins to the deck. It tried to raise its body up to bite him, but with the two fins pinned down, it couldn't contort its body enough to do it.

Jack took a deep breath to steady himself as he watched the squirming Kung. He couldn't see any intelligence in the fish, only mad desire for destruction and murder. Even the Kui had more thoughts roaming around their dull eyes.

He sighed and took out a metal ball from his Star Bag. After a soft *thump* sounded out twice, the Kung lay dead on the deck. Only a few nerves fired off from time to time to make its body twitch. 

Jack looked down at the mess of the Kung's blood, his own blood, the soft Kung body's slime, and the White River's water that gathered on his torn robe and sighed. 

When he looked up, he saw the stunned faces of Kuang Bindun and old Long and the impressed faces of the young man and his two attendants. The rest of the sailors still fought the oncoming Kung, but Jack saw a few strange glances thrown his way. 

Jack ignored the looks as he returned the cylinder back to his Star Bag and walked over to Kuang Bindun. He threw one of Kuang Bindun's arms over his shoulders and led his still shaking friend back to the hole for the lower deck. 

When he passed old Long he didn't say anything, but he gave him a look that said "Thanks for the help." Old Long didn't look too concerned with the look, but Jack could see a hint of shame in his eyes.

The young man that accompanied them on the deck turned to old Long and said "Your man did a good job out there, too bad that the Kung do not cost anything. They are pretty much useless except for target practice." He glanced at the sickly Kuang Bindun and added "I would get rid of that one, though." 

Old Long nodded his head and thanked him for his advice before he followed after Jack down into the hole. 

Just as Jack started walking down the stairs, he heard a voice in his ear say "Come to my cabin tonight." He stopped moving for a second, and then continued as he recognized the voice of the commanding officer of the Unbreakable Fortress. On the way down he kept repeating 'S*it, s*it, s*it...' in his head. 

When they entered their quarters in the ship's cargo hold, a wave of vomit-smelling air smacked Jack straight to the face. Accompanying it, moans and soft sobs added to the atmosphere of gloom in the dark space. 

Jack took a step back when he saw Kuang Bindun start swallowing, and got clear just in time before he vomited to the side of the hold. He cursed and took out the Light Orb out of his Star Bag.

The light illuminated the pale faces of the Immortals' Lament and the other passengers. Some of the other passengers looked like they took the rolling of the ship without much issue, but a lot of them looked sick. Whether from the ship or from the smell, Jack had no idea. 

He looked over his men and saw that most of the cultivators still looked fine, they had a bit paler complexion, but they held on. In comparison to them, all of the normal people looked sick. Jack figured that Kuang Bindun only got sick because he went up to get him for help. 

With a deep breath, Jack entered the hold and started helping his people out. Old Long suggested renting a room when he got Jack away from the rest of the group for a few seconds, but Jack just stared at him and ordered him to take out the water he saved up and go help their men. 

After a few hours of taking care of the sick, Jack had a quick meal of dried meat and bread, changed his dirty clothes, and tried to read something. An hour later, when he decided that he couldn't take the moans and smell anymore, he stood up and walked back to the top deck. 

Old Long had long ago gone up on his own, and Jack forbade everyone else from going up until they felt certain that they could stand the movement of the ship.

When he got up to the top deck, Jack took in a deep breath of fresh air and let out a long sigh of relief. He looked around the deck and saw the sailors washing the dark blood of the Kung away into the White River. 

On the port side of the ship, old Long stood alone and watched the churning river. Jack started walking over to him and wondered at the golden material that the White River family used. He couldn't feel his foot slip even for a bit on the wet surface. 

Old Long gave him a nod of greeting and continued his study of the waves as he said "I never knew that a river could grow this vast." He turned to look at Jack and continued with a chuckle "Our Tranquil Lake now looks more like a Tranquil Puddle." 

Jack nodded his head in agreement and said "We would call this a sea back where I come from. I have no idea how large the source of all of this strange water must be." 

Old Long just shook his head in wonder and continued to study the waves. 

Jack looked back towards the East, and could still see the silhouette of the White River Outpost in the distance. He did some quick estimations of their distance traveled and concluded that the Unbreakable Fortress could only travel between thirty and forty kilometers per day in the rough waters of the White River. Taking that and the thirteen days that the bald sailor told them the trip would take into consideration, he could only wonder at how this enormous river was created. 

After a couple of hours of standing around the top deck and wasting time, Jack and old Long went back down to the hold and spent some time with the Immortals' Lament. 

The stink and condition of the people didn't improve much, but they started getting used to it the more time they spent there. 

Jack tried reading again, but even with the sickly Yin Ping's help, he couldn't find any information about the material that the White River family used. They had gone through almost all of the scrolls that Yin Ping found that mentioned special materials, and still had no luck. Yin Ping suspected that the Endless Cycle Sect either didn't know about it or that they didn't want to reveal it to their disciples. 

Hours later, when he figured that night started falling, Jack excused himself and went back up to the Light Orb illuminated top deck. 

When he did, the officer that allowed the Immortals' Lament entrance to the ship, walked over to him and said "Follow me, the Captain ordered me to bring you to him." 

Jack nodded his head and followed in the wake of the officer while a few sailors gave him strange glances. Once they reached the cabin in the back of the ship, the officer knocked twice on the door of the cabin and waited.

A couple of seconds later, the Captain's voice shouted out "Send the boy in!" 

The officer had surprise flash on his face for a second, before he turned to Jack and motioned for him to enter the cabin. 

Jack opened the door and entered a simple room that held a neat bed, a large table with six chairs, and a few pictures on the walls. Even with all the rocking of the ship, none of them moved even a bit. 

Jack looked at the handsome face of the seated Captain and bowed down while he clasped his hands in greeting. 

When he straightened up, he asked "How can I help you, Captain?" 

The captain gave him a crooked grin in return and said "You can start by giving me that weapon you have."

Cultivating Civilizations are horrible places for people to live. 

Abducted from his retirement, Jack was placed into such a world. 

He has two options. Either he can follow the traditions of the world and kill his way to the top, or try to change the world into one where people don't have to. 

Follow him on his path as he tries to balance his past life's morals with this life's realities. 

Jack doesn't care that a sea of people stands in his way, he will nurture a sea of his own and drown them.

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"im too over power....." Shen Tian is floating on the clouds as he look at the emty ocean below, a powerful chaotic waves comes and go as if there's some kind of big explosion just happened and a large quantity of magma came out from the bottom of the sea.  The large uninhabitant island that should have been there disappear. He just used his physical strength with a little Origin Energy no technique or weapon and this is the result.

After testing his raw strength Shen Tian took out his wooden sword but when he touched its hilt, he suddenly felt as if, He can cut anything! even the heavens, He closes his eyes and slowly raising his sword above his head, then he sensed his 1 heartbeat through his sword. 

*throb*

In that instant Shen Tian swang his sword on the Ocean. A thin light came out from his sword. It passes through until the end of the horizon of his view but nothing happened there, only after 5 second passed.

*BOOM!!!!* A big wave came to opposite direction dividing the sea into 2 as if a god is making a way for him. He can already cleary see the earth bellow and there's a about 30 meters deep sword cut on it.

"So this is Sword Concept...." Shen Tian calmly put away his sword after seeing the damage of it. He then sitted crosslegged on the air contemplating about something.

"i should test my Renegan power next.. but..." Shen Tian hesitated because he remember when he first wielded that power in Tokyo World it was a disaster. Now that it even become more powerful he needed to  be more careful in using it.

"well im already far away from the Japan and im high up in the air so there shouldn't be accident right? hmm for safety i should fly up higher..." Shen Tian altitude increased while sitting cross legged on the air then he close his eyes again.

A intense violet aura came out from his body and a violet magic circle appears on his forhead. The magic circle start to spin faster and faster until it look like a Rennigan eye. Some strand of his black hair start to change to violet color. 

Opening his eyes, Shen Tian red pupils also change, now there's some violet color mix in it. Feeling the dark power inside him growing, He heard a whispers to his ears becoming louder and louder. 'Hate... Hate... Hate.. Hate. Hate! Hate!! Hate!!!' but he ignore it all because he didn't feel danger in it. He just felt its normal to hear does words-

"wait why would i feel normal to hear does words?! am i going crazy?!" Shen Tian widen his eyes in surprise but he become calm again in a minute. "or not? come to think of it, I can still calmly analize the problem. it seems the dark whispers can't effect me now."

"Just to be safe ill test it now then stop after this" Shen Tian readied his hands. He controls his energy to minimum before saying the two words.

"Shinra Tensei..."

...

-2 days passed Inside The Dragon Group Mansion-

*knock!! knock!!* A sound of the door.

"young master!!! are you still not coming out?!" Nanami shouted feeling worried to the locked door of Shen Tian room, because two days ago.

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"im bored....ah!  when will young master come back." Nanami said while watching the news on Flat screen Tv inside her room, She is laying on her sofa lazyily in her maid cloths. "what should i do now..."

On the table infront of the sofa there's a pink book with loli girl cover in it, The title is [When Your Husband Is Hiding Something.]

"Intresting... this should pass my time until young master came back" Nanami took the pink book to her hands and start reading it, but the first sentence of the book shook her soul.

[When Your Husband Is Hiding A Secret On You. There 99.99% Chance That Its About Another Woman]

"99.99% chances? this book is lying how could young maste-!!!!" Nanami suddenly remember a days ago. When she was exhausted her young master left the mansion without saying anything to her, and that afternoon She found him in the bar with two woman at his side.

"did young master go to Asuna or Griselda house because i couldn't satisfy him...?"Then Nanami remember their animalistic deeds a week ago. 

Her  young master made her into many kinds of position that almost made her crazy and thats the only reason why she was exhausted on bed. She shook her head while blushing. "hmp! young master is really pervert!"

Nanami imagination run wild inside her head making her clamp her legs together but before that.

*BANG!!!!!!!!!* She suddenly heard a loud deafening explosion from afar. The ground trembled.

"whats happening?!" Nanami came out from her room, She saw the Dragon group maids rushing outside so she followed them. 

"hey look at that Violet light!!"

"Amazing...."

"Eclipes...?"

Some of the Maids who are already outside pointed from afar while talking with the others.

"whats that Sphere of light...?" Nanami see a horrifying sight. A Gigantic Violet sphere appears on the horizon far away from the sea. As if it wanted to swallow the sky it expand Fast. It even blocked the light from the sun making the world more darker. 

Then it suddenly disappear, As if what happen just a seconds ago was an illusion. After 10 minutes the maids and Nanami still observe the sky anticipating some more change on it. but nothing happened.

Looks like i got a system...
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When the Crown left her, she could feel her body feeling lighter. All her normal senses returned. Everything and everybody appeared normal. She looked at Dmitri on her left side. Dmitri was stunned when he looked at Adrianna after the crown was removed from her. Even though the crown wasn't there on her head, her eyes' color was still golden yellow. Did her eye color changed to a golden yellow permanently? Dmitri stared at her. 
"What is it Dmitri?" asked a worried Adrianna. The expressions on his face were confusing to her for a moment. Then she realized that he was staring deep into her eyes. "My eye color?..." 
Dmitri brought his hand to her cheeks and stroked them tenderly with the back of hands. "You look much more beautiful darling."
Adrianna smiled and the next instant he asked, "Do I look golden to you?" 
Adrianna pursed her lips. Her husband left no place to make joke on her. "No, you are looking like a piece of charcoal," she replied. 
"Ah! Can't be! I am just too charismatic darling!" 
As soon as she looked at him, he smiled and without her realizing it she glowed. The King and the Queen held each other's hands and walked down the throne. Almost everyone in the court watched her walk out, mesmerized by the color of her eyes. 
"My dear Queen, you have to take a bath in the gifts that would be showered upon you by the people of the kingdom tonight," said Fleur as she led her to change. 
Adrianna looked at Fleur. She wondered what all changes would take place in the ministry now. She wanted Fleur to become the new military general but then there were other candidates. One of the things that she had learnt over the past few months was as to who were trustworthy people she had to be surrounded with. There were too many players in the field who were into nefarious activities. She had to clamp them all. 
Fleur guided the queen to the Royal Palace and said, "I will come to pick you up in an hour. Until then, kindly be ready for the ceremonies, which may last for the entire night." 
"What? What kind of ceremonies?" asked Adrianna who was now so tired both physically and mentally that she wanted to crash on her bed – queen or no queen! 
"Lots of them my Queen. Just- Just be ready Adrianna!" replied an exasperated Fleur. She had an hour to meet Liam and Adrianna's questions were eating her time. As soon as Adrianna read her mind, she smiled and said, "I was wondering if I should give you a permanent position in my cabinet…" 
Adrianna left and Fleur kept looking at her walking away, teased to the core. Suddenly Adrianna snapped her fingers and Fleur found herself in the arms of Liam. She was shocked. No portal was needed. Adrianna just snapped her fingers! Was that a new power she had acquired after becoming the queen? A shocked Liam who was reading a book saw his treasure in his arms. He stared at her new capability. "Where is the portal? Can you appear and disappear into thin air just like that?" 
"I don't know!" squeaked Fleur. 
Meanwhile Cora and Ed, who were not allowed to enter the noble court, were waiting anxiously for Adrianna. When she arrived at the Royal Palace, Ed ran to his granddaughter and embraced her tightly.
"Grandfather," whispered Adrianna as she hugged him back. 
"My Child… Finally the wait is over. You are the queen! I have fulfilled the wishes of your mother and the moon goddess. I so wish that Kuro was also here…" 
Adrianna cringed when she heard her father's name and looked at Dmitri. Dmitri stared back at her without averting his gaze. Adrianna stroked her Grandfather's back and then removed herself. "Do you know that Reinjie and Kayla are still alive?" 
Ed's eyes were wide with surprise. At his age all he wanted was his grandchildren to prosper. He wanted so many of them and at the moment only one was there for him to cherish. 
"If you like, you can meet them…" she added. 
"I will, when the time comes Adri…" replied Ed and then smiled again. "Queen of the Wizard Kingdom – how does that sound?" He said as he removed himself. Then suddenly he looked into her eyes. "You eyes?" 
Adrianna nodded, "Their color changed…"
"You look prettier!" He held her hand and walked with her. 
Cora had come to her side by then. She hugged her tightly. It was time for her to apologize. "Adrianna, child, many congratulations. I cannot go back in time and undo what all I did to you, but in the present all I can promise is that I am going to stay by your side like a mother whenever you need me."
Adrianna was overwhelmed. She hugged her back and nodded with a smile. She could feel that Cora was very genuine in what she said. 
"But that doesn't mean that I won't nag you like a mother-in-law!" added Cora. "I want to see my grandkids!" 
Adrianna gritted her teeth. After all she was Dmitri's mother. How could she not leave a chance to joke? 
Dmitri's face split into two with an ear-to-ear grin. "Soon mother! Even I am thinking the same." 
Adrianna shook her head. She had just been crowned as the queen and all that the mother and son could think of were babies. 
Suddenly, Ed joined in, "Yes, I think we will do with three babies at the moment."
Adrianna raised her eyebrows, "Three babies at the moment? What do you mean?" 
"We can have several more darling," replied Dmitri as he curled his arms around her shoulders and took her to the bedroom. 
Adrianna smacked his hand, "Don't touch me! No babies!" Was she a baby churning machine? 
Dmitri laughed all the way to the bedroom feeling excited about his next mission. But when he got there, he found a battery of servants waiting for Adrianna to change her clothes. Dmitri felt as though a cold bucket of water was thrown on him.
They all bowed to the queen and rushed to her side. The head servant said, "My Queen, you have to change for the next ceremony." 
 Adrianna chuckled and nodded. 
Something ethereal awaited her. Something strange awaited her. Something that couldn't be explained in words, awaited her… 


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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. 

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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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Black winds surged up like turbulent waves.
The Morning Star of Flames, Austin, turned his head and saw the big black robe that was fluttering in the crazy wind.
With a huge sickle in his hand, this figure looked like the God of Death from Hell.
Before Land of Thorns Wilson hovered a figure who seemed to be condensed from the falling raindrops.
Different from the black-robed figure before Austin, this figure looked slimmer, and her sickle emitted a dark golden light.
"What did you say?" Wilson looked as if he had heard a hilarious joke.
His strength was even greater than Austin's; he was the strongest of the whole invasion army.
But now, he heard a barbaric native claim that they would keep him here?!
Even in his own continent fraught with masters, no one dared to say these words to him, let alone a place like this!
"That is…" At this moment, many Spiritual State cultivators and warriors froze in puzzlement.
"It seems to be Rosen Rain."
"The person who won the championship in the F1 World Championship for Dungeon Fight Online!"
"F*ck! The champion of the E-sports competition shows her hand!"
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Wilson stared at the figure hidden in the black cloak. The presence emitting from the person almost reached level 9.
Meanwhile, Austin had also noticed that the big figure before him only had half a foot into the level 9 realm. Therefore, they were not slightly worried. "I don't remember anyone lower than level 9 daring to speak so arrogantly to me!"
The moment he said it, Austin saw two beams of weird red light shooting out from the darkness below the hood of the cloak.
The figure reached out his hand, and the huge palm gradually turned dark-grey while his body expanded so much that his bulging muscles were about to burst out from his wide robe.
He pulled up his hood, showing Austin a horrifying scene. Under the hood wasn't a human face; it was a scary demon's face with two huge demonic horns on the forehead and two crimson-lantern-like eyes that could give people nightmares!
Snap!
His robe was burst open by the bulging muscles several times larger than that of humans, revealing steel-like dark-grey skin. His fingers slowly turned into sharp claws, and he let out a roar. This roar sounded like it was going to tear apart everything in the world.
Meanwhile, the tall and thin figure before Wilson also emitted a suffocating demonic presence.
The curvy figure and the long slim tail made this person look like a non-human.
They looked at the scene in horror. They had only borrowed godly power, but these two were real demons!
"My goodness!"
"The avenger has awakened?!"
"The mistress has awakened?!"
The cultivators and warriors of the Spiritual State and Deserted Sea Realm were stupefied by this scene, let alone the people in St. Heinz's grand palace.
"What did you just say?" The deep, heavy voice seemed to shake the world when this person just spoke.
"No! Impossible! How can you barbaric natives…" On the battlefield at the Ultimate West Realm, before Wilson could finish his words, he saw a blood-red light flashing before him. Without seeing a movement from his opponent, he suddenly felt some pain in his lower body.
He looked down and saw an ugly wound after a blade cut through his fancy armor. Even the tremendous godly power and the power of laws that he comprehended himself couldn't protect him!
The laws of nature that lit up around him instantly dimmed at the next moment.
Soon, someone posted a photo of this scene in the group chat.
"F*ck! First awakening plus Scud the Wrathful Demon?!"
"It's a epic battle sickle! She really got it?!"
"No wonder she is the champion of the E-sports competition…"
"She shattered a sickle when she tried to reinforce it to level 14 in the livestream. Where did she get this one?"
The champion's face twitched.
She almost went broke to make this weapon…
…
St. Heinz suddenly stood up from his chair.
"An existence of the saint level… Even if this person isn't at the saint level, the saint level isn't too far away from their reach! Also, she even has a powerful godly artifact?! These barbaric natives…" His squinted eyes had never looked so chilly before.
Others in the palace also looked gloomy.
"It's a pity that she hasn't reached the saint level." With her wavy black hair reaching her waist, Princess Isabella's exquisite and elegant face looked disappointed while she gazed at the projected screen. "Otherwise, she might have the ability to fight with me."
In the Morning Star Sea Realm Battlefield, Alex and Rain, who were weaker than the Land of Thorns and the Morning Star of Flames, had been surrounded by fighters led by Ning Bi who was a female slayer with a demonic bloodline.
Meanwhile, the Morning Star of Flames, Austin, was at the disadvantage under the horrifying demon's attacks.
Damn it! Damn it! Austin roared silently while the sharp claws left bloody wounds all over his body with moves too fast for him to detect.
At this moment, St. Heinz couldn't bear it anymore.
In the battle, Austin suddenly saw a dazzling golden light appearing in the sky.
A white-robed old man with white hair and a long beard appeared in the holy light as if a true immortal had descended.
The projected image of Mr. St. Dulan? Austin was shocked.
St. Dulan was one of St. Heinz's most important assistants!
Emitting holy presence, the old man suggested, "Shall we stop the war now? Let them go, and we'll repay you to your satisfaction."
Everyone looked at this figure in the light. Even the demon, who was clutching Austin's neck with an arm that looked like a giant clamp, stopped moving.
Then…
Crack!
They heard the sound of a neck being broken.
The old man's face instantly darkened. Seeing the scene, St. Heinz's face dropped as well.
"Are you going to break everything and fight it out?!"
"Sir, you're shameless," Nalan Hongwu said with a chuckle, "Do you think that you can come and go at will?"
"The Thorn Flower and Flame Bird are only two subordinate families," St. Dulan said in a cold voice, "Don't think that you are powerful just because you won this small war. The realm of the true masters is beyond your imagination!"
Nalan Hongwu, Lan Mo, Su Tianji, and the others looked at each other and laughed.
"What are you laughing about?" The old man said chillily.
"They are laughing at your ignorance." The demon had returned to his former self where he was covered in his black robe.
Su Tianji said, "I do nothing but watch TV Series and grow vegetables every day. If you can't even defeat me, how can you brag about knowing masters?"
"Do you… have more powerful figures among you?" The old man looked at them in surprise.
"More powerful figures?!" Everyone in St. Heinz's grand palace was dumbfounded.
Su Tianji took out her communication jade and said, "Sir, say something to them?"
Mr. Fang had almost fallen asleep right now. He replied as he suddenly opened his eyes, "What?"
"I think I'm not needed here." Mr. Fang opened the chatbox and sent a voice message, "Damn it! You bunch of noobs; don't ever come again."
"Done." Su Tianji clicked on her iPhone communication jade and chose the option to play the voice message on speaker. "This is his warning to you."
Soon, Mr. Fang's voice message sounded from the communication jade. "Damn it! You bunch of noobs; don't ever come again."
Everyone in St. Heinz's grand palace fell silent. "…!!??"
St. Heinz's face instantly darkened.
World Mage Hematon's face darkened. "…"
Sword Saint Claus, "…"
Princess Isabella, "…"
They all looked livid.
Damn it!


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

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