Story of three Ghost who actually enjoyed their life after death..
And also feels what death actually feels like!

A real life after death of an urban female lead: myself.

A thrilling horror story happened in one women life named Annabelle

[[[This chapter is a canon part of this story, which happened during the time that Alex and Alina were living inside the apartment in the Four Moons World. This was the period were Alex was still in preparation mode, and not in combat mode.]]]
Asteria: Hooman! I want to tell you a story. Do you want to hear it?
Alex: Hah? Why would I want to hear another one of your crappy stories? What I want to hear about is your past! When will you even start talking about that?
Asteria: Hey!
Alex: You promised before that you will be open about your past already. But look at you. Up to this point, you're still not saying anything about your past…
Asteria: I-I just said that I will tell my past to you! I did not say when! S-s-so just wait for that time, ok?
Alex: Tsk, what a scummy fairy. Why did I not even smother you with fire before? Maybe that could have disciplined you more…
Asteria: Hey!
Alina: Alex… just lay off Asteria for now. With this runt being obstinate like this, you won't get anything from her. She'll just continue to bulls**t her way, and we can't do anything about that.
Asteria: Heh, look at this hooman! At least she's treating me bette- did you just call me a runt?
Alina: Yes I did, because in my eyes you are one.
Asteria: ….
Alex: …
Alina: Alex, if you want to ogle at my thighs, you can do it later bedtime. For now, let's listen to Asteria's story first, ok?
Alex: ….Seriously Alina. You seem to be always excited on hearing Asteria's special stories. Why do you feel like that? You know that there's a chance that Asteria's just making up fake stories, so why bother believing her?  You being happy like this just encourages that fairy to tell more fake stories!
Asteria: Hey hooman! I am not faking any of my stories! You're just too narrow-minded to believe them!
Alex: What did you just say?
Professor Frances: Could you keep your f**king noise down? My head hurts, so tone down your b**chy arguments! Hell, if I can only sew your mouths now, I would have done it already!
Alex: And here's another diva queen. But at least you're more useful compared to Asteria.
Alina: That's harsh, but I totally agree with that.
Asteria: Hey! You two are bull-
Alex: Hah? Didn't you say that you are about to tell a story now? Go on and tell it already! Or are you perhaps interested on cursing us instead of fulfilling your promise? Hehehe, if that's the truth, then you really are a dumb fairy…
Asteria: Argh! I swear hooman! I swear that one day you will not succeed on bullying me! I swear that!
Alex: Yeah, yeah, yeah, just get on with it already.
Asteria: ….Fine hooman. Here's the story that you want.
Alex: ...
Asteria: So Ounce upon a time-
Alina: That intro again? Asteria, do you have anything else that's original? I'm so tired of hearing this same intro from your other stories!
Asteria: Why are you complaining about the intro again hooman? This intro is a standard line for all the famous fantasy stories, so using them in my stories is not wrong!
Alina: Yes, using them is not wrong, but still, hearing them in each of your stories is too much.
Asteria: Hmph, if this intro works well, then why should I change it? It will be just a waste!
Alina: …. You lazy bum.  Can't you even use your brain to think of a good intro?  
Asteria: Nah, I can't.  I think I am good with what I have now.
Alina: Asteria, you-
Asteria: SO ONCE UPON A TIME, there lived a peasant, whose only dream in his life is to become a god. He was jealous of the gods on his world, as they were all praised and served by many people. Wars were also fought for the glory of these gods, which made their status in this world as the greatest.
Asteria: If this peasant can just be a god, then he will be free from poverty and be loved by many.
Asteria: But with the current state of his life, the peasant knew that he has no chance to become a god. So he abandoned his dream and went on with living his intended life.
Alex: ….Huh? Is that the end?
Asteria: Did you hear me saying THE END?
Alex: Um, no.
Asteria: Then my story has not yet ended! Tsk, why don't you let me continue talking first?
Alex: ….
Alina: ….
Asteria: The peasant continued with his normal life until he reached a ripe, old, age of 121. He was already an old and frail man at this age, and he was spending most of his life on his bed.
Asteria: This peasant was close to dying and even he can sense it. He can even feel the presence of Death himself approaching him from behind
Asteria: Skaboom! When the peasant thought of death, Death actually appeared in front of him. Death then  tortured and punished the peasant, leaving him a broken shell of his former self.
Alex: Yo yo you! How the f**k did that just happen? Did Death actually torture a man that was about to die? Why the f**k would that happen?
Asteria: Why are you asking me? I'm just telling you the story. 
Alex: ….
Asteria: After getting tortured by Death, the peasant died, but his soul was not taken in by any Gods. The peasant's wish to become a God before had made him undesirable to any gods, leaving his soul to wander across the mortal world.
Asteria: After wandering the mortal world for 1 million years, the peasant suddenly became a God.
Alex: What?
Asteria: The peasant then stormed the palace of the Gods, and he killed all the gods in there. As for Death, the peasant turned him into his belt buckle, which he was still wearing up to this day.
Alex: ...
Asteria: The peasant then took over the world with his godly power, becoming its mighty ruler. THE END.
Alex: …That's it? That's the story?
Asteria: Yes, hooman. That's the story. Why? Did you really like it? Hehehe, if you like that story, then I can tell you its prequel!
Alex: Why the hell would I want a prequel when the main story is already this bad? I mean, how could yuou even call that a story? It's like a kid suddenly had the idea to make a story one day, and that kid's story was the one you are telling me now! Seriously, that's the worst story that I have ever heard! It's just as bad as 'Invisible Duragon'!
Asteria: … I feel pity for you hooman. I just told you a heart-wrenching story, and yet you can't appreciate it. Sigh… you're so helpless that  I can't even get angry with you anymore…
Alina: What heart wrenching? There's nothing heart-wrenching about that story! How will I even feel sad for the peasant when you told the story in a boring way? And the story was even short!
Asteria: ….
Alina: And who the hell turns a god into a belt-buckle? Why did that even make its way in the story?
Asteria: …
Alina: Asteria, just admit it. Your story-making skills sucks. But don't' worry: We promise you that we won't laugh once you admit it. In fact, we will help you out with your problem!


After all the things that he had done in his life, Alex realized that it was already his time to die. 

But a sudden encounter with a weird person will turn his whole life around.

The formerly about-to-die teen shall now be a Traveler of different worlds!



"You are an Esper? Then come and taste my saber!"
"You are a Daoist? Then come and taste my fist!"
"You are a Genie? Well, can you grant me infinite wishes?"

Everyone shall witness Alex's rise on his endless journey!


Disclaimer: (((Don't make me credit to einlion. His novel, Endless Paths: Infinite Cosmos, from the reception of his readers, is obviously good,  but its an accident that my title is similar to his. Really.)))

There he is, the great MAX. The seeker and finder of the secrets of life. He is crouching like a beaten up goblin and sobbing like a child. But don't judge him, for you would do the same in his position. Many days have passed since he died, and he's still stuck in that emptiness. But don't worry. Soon he will witness a change of fate.

Day 1: 
"What... Where am I? Is there any light? Where is the ground? Why am I floating? Is there anything I can touch? Can I hear a sound?"...
Fear was rising, and his heart was drumming. Except, there was no beat of his heart. It was like all his senses were turned off. The only thing left were his thoughts – nothing, but his thoughts. 
Do you know how Max must've felt? I believe not. Try it out. Sit in a dark room on the floor with earplugs to cancel the noise. The first 10 minutes will be relaxing. The next hour starts to become uncomfortable with the noise of the mind. The mind catches up on problems, tells you how to solve what and what could happen in the future if you don't start now, and your mind will go through all uncomfortable situations in the past, thinking about the perfect ways you could've reacted, inventing new stories, stories which play in the past, and stories which could play in future and in all stories you are badass and feel good. That's the next hour.    
After this, it only gets worse. Your mind gains momentum and starts to think too fast – so fast that you can't keep track of your thoughts. Negative thought loops rise into existence. Thoughts trigger emotions, trigger thoughts, trigger emotions, thoughts, emotions, and the cycle begins. 
That's when you usually could end your experiment and direct your attention back to your daily life: going to work, watching TV, or playing games. But not Max.

Day 2:
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" Max screamed in his thoughts. "Why is this happening to me? Is this hell? Is this a punishment? At least the fucking tell me what I did wrong! Hey you, I know you are there, somewhere! Just tell me why I have to go through this shit! FUCK! PLEASE! Just tell me... Please... "

Day 3:
On the third day, he stops recognizing the meaning of the words he's thinking. He just feels them. Like 1000 needles piercing through his heart. Except, he doesn't feel his heart. He just feels the negative emotions piercing something, but not getting what exactly. 

Day 4:
"Klealnegativichwillsterbenwarumistdaswiedasistneinwarumbinichherichwillraushierneinbittelassmichnraus..."

Day 5:
"ki?ßßßskskkskkkskskkkkttkrkkkkwwwsssbbmnmnmnccvvv"

Day 6:
On this day, his mind started to make sounds that can not be described by any language ever discovered, or created by humans. It was a sound of death. Not the sound of a living being, dying. It was just death. Death and suffering. No shouting, or crying, for those are the signs of life. You can not scream or cry when you are dead. Dead people make completely different sounds, but there is no way for us to find out because... You know. We can't ask the dead how it sounds. But on day six, Max witnessed the sound of death, for he emitted it himself. Suffering beyond death. 

Day 7:
The mind of Max was on the verge of breaking. He couldn't withstand one more crack of his mind. Before it was too late, one last thought popped into his mind:
"The worst is never the situation, but the situation AND losing your head."
It was a small thought, but big in impact. Like a clear drop, falling into a black lake, transmuting the darkness of the lake into crystal clear water. "What..." Max wondered. It was not about the meaning of this sentence, for he already knew the power of it. After all, he repeated this sentence thousands of times, in his former life, over and over again. It was one of the mental skills he grinded, to master his mind.  
The sound of death vanished, and with it, the fog his mind produced. "Fuh. This is clarity. I can not control this situation right now, so why waste time with regrets and fears? It doesn't matter how I came to be here. It doesn't matter how long this will last. The only thing I can control is this present moment. Without this present moment, the future will not exist. And the past? The past is already written and can not be changed. There is only one use of the past. It is to learn. Everything else is useless. The mind is my tool, and I will use it wisely. I can learn from the past and predict the future. But everything with power has potential in both directions. With a knife, I can save a life in surgery, or kill a person on the street. Equal to that, my mind. Either I use it to solve this problem or to cut myself with fears and regrets. And if..." 
And this continued the rest of day seven. Max didn't generate those thoughts consciously. They were neither ordinary nor random thoughts. Those were the mental skills Max had grinded thousands upon thousands of times in his former life.
And with every thought, the cracks of his mind started to heal.

Today was a great day. I died. It wasn't a great day because I died. No, it was a great day and I died. One has nothing to do with the other. 

Enough nonsense. Let's continue with the topic we're all curious about. Why was it a great day? I achieved my dream to transform my real life into an MMORPG. Grinding skills, leveling up, collecting coins, going on an adventure, and making progress on my main quest. The dream of every gamer. 

And no, I'm not mad. Let me give you some context before we continue. I'll keep it short, for we have more urgent matters to discuss.

Oh yeah, I was telling you about how I died. I'll go back to that again. I could go into a huge amount of detail about my death, but I'll keep it short and simple.
My name is Reed Bauer. I am (or was) a bit of oddity. From a young age, the people around me realised two traits that I possessed:
1. I was a super-genius. Around the age of 4, my parents were slightly confused over my ridiculous learning speed, so they decided to get me an IQ Test. I got 197. Not too bad, I was bit smarter than the average person.
But...
2. My EQ was basically nonexistent. Which I personally find fantastic, cause then I can roast others without any guilt. However, reality started to hit me when my parents and everyone I knew around me started secluded themselves from me.
I was not normal.
Perhaps, there was something wrong with me. But wait, that's preposterous! I have more intelligence than any them! So I ruled out that option.
Maybe they were the idiots and they can't handle my intelligence.  They're just jealous of me, jealous of what I could do and what they'.
I went through my school years completely detached from my surroundings. They didn't care about me, so why should've I cared about them? There's no need for compassion in a dog-eat-dog world. The only thing that mattered was showing who was dominant.
Survival of the fittest.
Yet no one else shared these same views. As I learnt more about the world, I realised how idiotic the human race was. World leaders had the ability to take everything for themselves, but instead they sat around doing nothing and halfheartedly advocated for dumb things like peace, love and equality. Useless! Equality is a lie, peace is all but a pipe-dream and love just a tool that can be used to weaken the hearts of fools.
Only domination mattered.
Over time, my seclusion and hatred towards the world brought me towards books. Not children's books of course, they were all too soft, pretty and ohhh, they lived happily ever after the en-
No.
Just stop. I don't want to even think those books. Innocent joy is disgusting.
...
Anyhow, for awhile, all I wanted to do was read realistic stories that showed the raw power of dominance. I wanted to read stories of tragedy. Stories of revenge. Stories of blood and tears. Stories of death and destruction. I wanted to read stories that only fiction could tell. I immersed myself in numerous books, thrilled to watch their fictional world burn as the MC pillaged everything and became the world's alpha...
But instead, most authors stopped with their literary greatness and finished their stories with absolutely trash endings!!!
"But Reed." You might say. "Its supposed to show a change of heart."
Change of heart!? That change of heart destroyed their chances of actually doing something worthwhile.
"Oh, but they were evil and justice required for them to die."
Justice!? Justice is a government conspiracy! Only power exists.
Only power is real.
*Sigh*
I digress. Meanwhile, I was breezily passing through my school years. I didn't give any attention to anything happening inside the classroom, but I still managed to receive top marks every time (thanks 197 IQ). However, my largest problem still remained. Many books usually started off alright, but then they descended into complete crap. At the same time, the world wasn't improving at all either, leaders just kept sitting around. Doing nothing.
So I decided: if people are just too idiotic to show domination themselves, then I will do it myself.
So began my journey (or lack thereof) to conquer the world. Taking inspiration from the many cruel and heartless stories I had either read and watched, I formulated my master plan. I won't tell you everything because you would be here all day (and I can't be stuffed to tell you anyway) but lemme tell you, it was a big brain plan. I felt my brain get better as it came together in my head. It was fantastic.
I thought that it was absolutely flawless. All I needed was a few people to conspire with, and world domination was mine...
And well, my plan did ending up having a flaw. No one would agree with my plan. I went up to person after person on the street, giving them insight into my plan for world domination, but they just called me crazy. Insane. Deranged.
I can't understand why either.
Who wouldn't want to listen to a man proclaiming a master plan to conquer the world on the streets? 
...
Anyway, with the realisation that my plan was all in vain, I lost my will to live. I lost my inherit purpose to life. The world held nothing for me. Without my plan for world domination, its future was a lost cause. Earth was aimlessly travelling further and further into the future with only wishy-washy idiots to guide it.
There was no point to try anymore.
So I didn't really die. I killed myself. I just jumped.
Yep.
I commit suicide. It was the end of Reed Bauer.
"But Reed?" You might say. "That can't be the end of the story? You've just started, haven't you?"
You are correct! For in fact, this wasn't the end of Reed Bauer, but rather, it was a new beginning. It was conception of greatness and glory, something that would change fate forever.
"Wow! How spectacular! Did God give you overpowered buffs that made you near untouchable when you reincarnated?
Well, yes. But actually, no. 
When I opened my eyes again after my death, something super cliche didn't happen to me. 
I didn't appear in Heaven...
I appeared in Hell!
What did you think was going to happen? I spent my whole life not giving two shits how I treated people while I contemplated how I was going to mercilessly conquer the planet! I don't blame God for yeeting me into hell.
Anyway, I digress again. I opened my eyes to find a land of hot death lying before me. My first reaction was annoyance.
"Seriously." I said aloud. "I just wanted to end my existence, not get plunged into hell."
As I said this though, a evil laugh rich with mirth echoed throughout the air. I cocked my head towards the laugh and I finally realised the details of my circumstances.
I wasn't just anywhere in Hell.
I was directly in front of the Devil, the most evil and despicable creature in the entire universe.
For the first time in my life, a tinge of fear shook through my hollow bones.
"Welcome to Hell, Reed Bauer."
"I've been expecting you."

"Showing mercy to your opponents?! Just kill them already!"

"Trying to negotiate peace?! Why!? Wouldn't it be easier just to defeat them?"

"Kindness? Love? Hope? They're worthless! Only power matters!"

Reed Bauer was an unusual person. Gifted with an insanely high IQ and an even more ridiculously low EQ, Reed spent his childhood secluded from reality. He read every book he could get his hands on. He watched every anime series that was available. Day by day, he engrossed himself in stories.

Why, you may ask?

Well, it's quite simple: World domination.

After years of research within his books, he formulated his master plan for world domination, a plan that was absolutely flawless. All he needed were a few trusty partners in crime...but that didn't quite work. People thought he was insane, so everyone immediately refused.

After slowly realising his plans were useless, he killed himself.

But guess what? It's a webnovel! So you know what that means! 

Reincarnation!

And guess what!

He has a system!

Where, you may ask?

He's transmigrated as the main character of his book series! (Wow, such an original idea author!)

Watch Reed as he kicks complete ass and finishes stories the right way with blood, murder, and complete domination.

NOTE: This is a fan-fic. I don't own any of the books Reed is travelling in. Please don't file me for copyright infringement. I'd rather not go to court...

Now let's get the standard definition out of the way first: Wuxia (武俠 [ù. ɕjǎ]), which literally means "martial heroes", is a genre of Chinese fiction concerning the adventures of martial artists in ancient China. Where people are always fighting.

Now when I say 'always fighting', I mean they can't go one day without someone hurting the pride of another which then turns into a duel where one may die a bloody death just to defend 'honour'.

In my humble opinion, I've always understood yet couldn't agree with how 'honour' works in these stories just as in real life. The reason you see people doing stupid things for the sake on honour is because ancient times worked like this.

It was the same literally everywhere in the world and the whole reason most Xianxia usually start off in a Wuxia setting. Because the people of this world are naturally narrow-minded due to the belief system they are taught about what should be done for the sake of defending or preserving a family's honour. As they have much to learn, a Xianxia allows them to slowly grow through journeys.

However, a Xianxia is at the end more about magic and 'the Dao' than practical martial arts. Stories like Martial King's Retired Life and Legend of the Condor Heroes are more about fictional martial arts that have some level of believability to them.

They are a different beast from Xianxia which demand the characters to grow, as Wuxia stories pride themselves on flawed characters that may get some development but won't change the same way a celestial would on his path to godhood.

There's no 'Cultivators are sealing resources from each other which is why the world sucks' crap in these stories as Martial Heroes of these fiction are all inevitably visited by death. They don't seek immortality, so their reasons for fighting become much more personal and raw. From revenge on another to greed, anything is possible for them.

Those who train martial arts have to have a fiery will and no nonsense personality in this world if they don't want to be screwed over in pugilistic society of fighters. Though not really magic, some techniques might as well be magic with how they end up doing absurd things like smashing boulders with their fists and flying through the air.

Mangas like Peerless Dad do a good job in portraying the hardships and the kind of people that are formed through a mixture of experience from the technique they practice and view on life.

Some could end up seeing others are fires just waiting to be started if they get too obsessed on training their fire-related technique while others could become more pious and nurturing individuals from learning a healing technique to help others.

Though it isn't like a technique shapes the personality of characters as the main character of Peerless Dad would have become a masochist if that was the case. No technique is easy to train and one must always be affected by the hardships it took to train their technique, even the prodigy main characters. After all, who doesn't love the feeling of accomplishment from rewarded efforts?

There isn't really much a structure to writing these stories once you got your setting down and put forth rational struggles for the main character to overcome to reach his goals. Then you can even introduce the power dynamics of various factions.

No one is perfect, and you shouldn't hold back from showing flawed characters in this setting who have been personally moulded by their sucky environment, but that don't go too far, as making the world too crap to live in makes people sad.

Blood and gore in this setting are either exaggerated or skipped as not many stories want to focus on a brutal death unless the character really deserved such an end (subjectively). It's to the point that some main characters of these stories become blood-obsessed-murder-hobos who end up killing all of those they love and hate.

When figuring out the end goal of your main character, make it pretty specific so they can reach it or pretty vague so they themselves don't know even at the end of the story if they've achieved it.

The 'Heroes' of these stories aren't supposed to be paragons of justice but those who are special due to either high talent or destiny. Think of classic Greek Mythology if you want good examples as Heracles was a total badass in his Twelve Labours.

The themes of these stories mostly pertain to overcoming stuff like social status and destiny or so on. As these worlds are normally unforgiving to those not wealthy just like how in medieval times nobility were sometimes assholes to commoners.

As governments can't control who in these worlds become 'talented' or what kind of absurd techniques can come into existence in these worlds. It is natural that there is always chaos and death in these pugilistic worlds, to the point you start to wonder how could civilisation survive with so many unjust massacres going around.

Most writers remedy this by making governing forces at least give some level of protection to its residents and makes it so the ones getting the power aren't all murder hobos like what realistically would happen. The story is how you make it.

There CAN be warm and lighthearted stories in ancient China but just remember that these stories are inevitably set in pasts where people didn't have modern social values. A member of royalty hitting on you to the point of wanting 'ownership' of you while ignoring yours opinions could be considered a generic love story in such backward societies.

Getting someone's calculated murder investigated was pretty hard and there was so many loopholes back then that it's only natural that even the most amateur of authors can easily write these stories.

You don't need to learn ancient customs as things in the past were less about rules and more about honour or status. Those who know good are more than likely to get preyed upon in these societies.

However, my biggest gripe with some of these stories is that they sometimes make an avenger that realistically shouldn't be tricked into an all-knowing judge of character like in literally every revenge related story of this genre.

These Author's ignore any growth or degradation on the main character's part and instead focus on his 'cool' plus omniscient they are. Setting aside any character development in favour of basically praising how awesome this character was or is.

An example of what I mean is in 'The Evil Girl is The Emperor' where the main character gets betrayed by a loved one and instantly gets over the pain of his betrayal literally moments after finding it out.

It's almost like betrayal is a mere trope with no value other than being there rather than an important tool that can temper the main character's personality. The reasons for why they were betrayed may not be as simple as 'because they were so blind they could not recognise a jerk in their vicinity', but rather, more sincere reasons like the MC's negligence on a certain matter, or even history they didn't know about the betrayer.

Forming a bond of hatred is not always as simple as one person is bad and other is good. As this is supposed to a society with flawed people, it is alright to show that even the MC has his flaws that he must overcome. Even after his betrayal.

Anger as a motivation isn't bland, what makes people bored is when anger becomes the main character's only defining character trait. You must at least give them a life if you use this trope.

Lastly, make sure that you aren't throwing characters at the main character for the sake of adding action. A character that actively seeks conflicts is the antagonist, but it doesn't mean that all journeys with conflict can never be justified.

Don't just make it as simple as the main character fighting some bandits out of compassion for the locals, but more like him getting a taste of reality for being hot-headed when takes action.

The Revival Man Manhwa isn't a Wuxia, but it perfectly encapsulates a hot-headed main character getting screwed over by his greatest character strength, his hot-Hesse's drive, due to the realistic consequences of not planning ahead.

Just be sure to build a sense of community between characters and develop them properly.

Anyway, that's all I got. Hope it help you and ask for more Analysis blogs anytime without holding back~

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

I am Viollette Saluray wait no that's not right I am Terri Cage and I found it necessary to tell all that came after Red Preage's death.

First of all my father Barron Silverwrite has died, killed by the guardians of time that found his meddling problematic as the timeline truly has been changed with the last people seeing him was both his sons Alister and Prince.

Prince Silverwrite took it upon himself to revive the dynasty of Silverwrite in Regara and decided to help the country regain the power it once had under their rule.

Pent Stylus upon the death of his father found Sandeith unbearably painful and with his family who he reconnected with and his lover Freya Herset moved to Euphilia and settled for a humble life as a noble and bandit queen. 

Alister Rouge Silverwrite was now free from being my protector and was given freedom from everything binding him that he once despised but upon the death of his mentor and best friend he became lost in a dark abyss having witnessed the death of his adapted father and being the one to behead his only friend in this world. 

Upon my separation with him I have heard little of his situation despite being the celebrated hero and shoe in for being the King of Sandeith. 

Upon the death of both Kings the otherworldly powers have been forever lost with the extinction of the Dragon race and the incineration of the remaining texts containing demonic summoning. 

And with the loss of a large portion of the armies and their leader all the countries decided on a peace treaty where they could rehabilitate their villages and further strengthen trade and relations having forced to rely upon one another after both of them losing the war to Red "The devil" Preage. 

As for me I have devoted my time in telling Red's true story and recovering from the pain that it has caused me. I regularly travel timelines and sometimes look for him and despite him not knowing who I am I will never forget this man who have loved me but has never truly felt loved by me. 

The timeline has changed and although war could always happen there will always be the story of one rebel who waged war with a time traveler and powerful Kings who with his Dragon mentor and royal friends drove away all evil and some stories may tell differently like that of a demon spawn who killed a heroic knight and murdered civilian, soem rumors may even tell of a weak man who was so desperate to tell a story of his own that destiny felt pity of him and gave him a chance to meddle with the world. 

Many stories exist but one fact remains true, that Red Preage despite being insulted all his life, never having any noteworthy power or skill, born of an average family with little intelligence changed the world and how one views the villians in stories. You may call him a weakling, a trash main character, or even a hero but I can call him only one thing. 

Unseized 





Well this is one of the usual stories you know of. About a hero who will save the world but well I'm not that guy instead I'm what you'd call a side character the hero doesn't even care about but I have my own story to tell away from his perfect world

"Till death do us part."
It sounds like a perfect and most beautiful promise one could ever make to a soulmate. However, don't they say that soulmates have that kind of love which can live past three lives? Then why do we expect love to end with death? And why do we have to start a new life of marriage with the promise of death?
"Till death do us part..." is only beautiful to hear. The reality is morbid.
Why can't we change that promise to, "and they lived happily ever after." Forever is vague but it represents endless possibilities as well. Endless beautiful possibilities.
Marriage is not a ring worn on the finger or a sign on a piece of paper. Marriage is a promise in itself. A very intimate promise between two individuals who decide to share the rest of their lives together. Marriage is a responsibility. Its something to be endured and yet savored. 
"I know I'm not the best. But I promise to give us... the best I can. I choose you not just because I love you but because I respect you. You make me braver and kinder every single day and even though we walked through some harsh patches, you still stuck with me. You endured all my fits of tantrums but you didn't let me go. And I am truly thankful for that. You loved me on days when even I hated myself. I promise to do the same for you. The hurdles in love increased day by day but they didn't waver me. If anything, I should thank all the people who went against our relationship. Because they made me realize just how much I needed this... Us... You and me, forever and ever. Since you choose me, I'll cherish this for life. For a hundred lifetime. I love you!"
Standing with their hands in each other, two pairs of black eyes held so many emotions of disbelief and happiness. They both had tears swimming in their eyes as the bride said her vows. But there was an evident smile playing on their lips as well. 
A round of applause broke their staring and between the laughter and smiles of their friends, the groom leaned to kiss the bride. Petals of baby pink roses fell softly from the ceiling. 
However...
That moment was short-lived...
A deafening sound of thunder filled the room as a trigger was pulled not from afar once... twice... the first bullet broke the vase of flowers placed on the stage while the second bullet pierced straight through the bride's chest. 
The cracking sound had stunned the audience to their places as they looked at a woman holding a gun which still had wisps of smoke coming out of the nuzzle. A trembling hand lifted up to touch her now blood soken gown and her knees buckled. With a 'thud' when her knees hit the floor, it felt like someone had pressed the play button. 
Waves of laughter from a moment ago were swapped with chaos and screams.
The perpetrator stood with an unrepentant look on her face as she whispered, "If I don't deserve his love then he doesn't deserve you either. Haha!!" The hysterical laughter of madness sounded creepy.
A pair of honey-brown orbs were marveling over how fascinatingly the scene was played before her on the silver screen. Tears were trickling down incessantly from those big eyes as they stared at the screen without even blinking for a second as if she was scared to miss something. 
Back on the screen, the scene played on...
The groom kneeled down crying, calling out, "Min, wake up! Keep your eyes open! Someone call the ambulance!"
"Kai..." Min tried to speak in her frail voice which broke. She coughed a bit before continuing, "Thanks for making my dream come true. Let's have a grand wedding in the next life." She tried to smile but the tears from her eyes betrayed her feelings and emotions.
"I promise. I won't let anything happen to you," Kai scooped her up in his arms as he ran towards the door but Min smiled sadly before closing her eyes in his arms forever. She wanted to spend the rest of her life in those arms, her wish came true since the rest of her life ended in his arms...
Storytelling has been a part of human life since the very beginning of time. We all have our moments of storytelling. It's a form of art that has various ways to become a part of our lives. Either as a movie, a drama or just as a book, stories have always revolved around us. Stories are around us everywhere.
Stories have a way of playing with our emotions. We laugh with characters, we cry with them, we even felt moments of sweet love with them. And just when those characters come alive on a screen, all those emotions are heightened. Somehow those characters manage to create a magical connection with us; we feel their pain, happiness, anguish, and love.
We get so emotionally attached to those characters that some of us often confuse those stories with reality. In the dark cinema room, after the night had waned, there was someone like that who was emotionally too invested in the character's pain that had been beautifully portrayed on the silver screen.
That pair of honey-brown eyes were bloodshot and swollen from all the crying but that teenager still had the will to throw popcorn at the screen while shouting, "Why are you killing Min? I mean, my Sister Xiu doesn't deserve it? Bring her back! Bring her back, director! I'm so gonna find this writer to murder him! How can you even think about killing such a beautiful person?"
After the girl was done with the shouting, she sat back and started wailing as if she had really lost someone in real. One could tell from the way she acted how well invested she was through that movie.
"Student! Stop crying already... It was just a movie and actors playing fictional characters. Sigh. Unfortunately, Chen Xiu is still very much alive."


"Are you looking for your Mr. Right?"

"Why would I wait for him? Mr. Right is lost on his way."

He quirked his brow at her answer with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

"Then what are you doing?" He questioned in amusement.

She placed both her hands on his chest and pushed his masculine body against the wall taking him by surprise.

Her honey-brown eyes blinked at him with mischief dancing in them as she planted a firm kiss at his jaw and said, "I'm planning on taking advantage of Mr. Right Now!"

His eyes widened dramatically in disbelief. Before his eyes darkened with desire and passion. 

He placed his hands on her small waist and she could feel the heat of his big hands through the flimsy fabric of her shirt.

His head leaned ahead as he whispered close to her ear, "Feel free to take whatever you want." 

She felt his hot tongue licking her earlobe making her heart to beat erratically.
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Chen Xiu; known as Ms. Goody-two-shoes. A Superstar who was said to have it all which made her the center of hatred and envy as well.

Little did anyone knew that the same Superstar had to nurse her own wounds in the silence and darkness of night where no one was looking.

But for how long could she hold on for? Eventually, she decided to end her own misery and ended her life in the darkness of night, her only companion.

Having woken up in a new body and at a new place wasn't something she could ever believe in. At least, not until she became Bai Xiu out of the blue.

The day she thought to be her last became her first as a second chance awaited her. But whether this new chance was a blessing or disaster, it was hard to tell since she was trapped in a new body with a new life with the shackles of only her old memories.

New life or a new curse? What really awaited her? The same disappointing silence of the night or was there someone calling out her name desperately at the end of the tunnel? Were sparks meant to fly in her heart or the fire in her heart was meant to burn her whole? Was this leap of faith gonna make her fall on her face or was she meant to fly the horizon?

The new life brought a lot of questions. But the answer was simple...

You would never know until you give it a shot!
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This is an original novel by Xiao MeeHee. All rights are reserved to the author.
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