Renata Fermosa was supposed to have a normal life. 

Alea Hilario annoyingly weirdo.

One day when they where both in the library, the book which was being hold light up and they both been suck in the book.

As they went they discovered unexpected friendship, rivals, enemy and annoying love.

Zuhn saw countless foxes roaming around below him. Zuhn was sitting in a tree watching below, tracking the movements of the animals below. The foxes had dark gray eyes with bright red bodies. 

Besides foxes, there were several others animals that were hunting for food and looking for Zuhn. Zuhn was getting chased by a hybrid animal as he was running down to the valley.

Zuhn decided not to deal with the bird and just hide. The bird was at least Martial Sky Ranked, Zuhn couldn't quite see what stage it was. Above Zuhn there was a loud noise of the bird flying over. 

The bird flew straight over Zuhn, once it passed Zuhn let out a small sign. Suddenly, the bird turned around and came rushing back Zuhn. Zuhn's heart jumped when he saw the bird flying towards him.

Zuhn jumped off the tree, avoiding all of the other animals while running as fast as he could. Maximus was making jokes while he was running, saying that it was pointless to run. 

Knowing that it was pointless to run, Zuhn ran until he found a cave. Ahead of Zuhn around 50 meters away was a dark hole in the side of the mountain. Zuhn's target was this hole in the mountain. Running at full speed he jumped into the hole, landing in a pile of mud.

Zuhn couldn't see if he put his hand in front of his face. Maximus spoke to Zuhn, telling him to turn to page 75 of the Ancient Magic Book. 

In Zuhn's mind, he thought of a simple spell that created light. With Ancient Magic, Zuhn was able to create simple spells with a bit for thinking.

Zuhn thought back to his time on earth, 'maybe this will work.'

'Let There Be Light!'

Zuhn shouted that phrase in his mind and looked around waiting to see if something would show up. He waited and waited, but nothing happened. Maximus was having a laugh listening to Zuhn try to make spells.

'Zuhn, try to think of the spell. Think about how the spell would work, how much power it would take. The time length of the spell, all of these factors need to be accounted for.'

Nodding his head, Zuhn went again to try and create a light spell. Zuhn closed his eyes and started to imagine what the light would look like. He thought of a bright yellow dot.

Zuhn wanted to start simple, and not make things too complicated. He now thought how bright the dot should be. He thought of a star in the sky, then made the length of time for the spell. Zuhn didn't want to keep recasting the spell, so he made the spell special.

The spell that Zuhn was about to make, let the spell stay cast forever as long as there was enough magical power to support it. Zuhn was getting excited with the new spell that he was about to create. 

'Zuhn, there is one last thing you need to do, you need to name it.'

A bright grin appeared on Zuhn's face when he heard Maximus's words. Zuhn closed his eyes and thought deep to try and figure out a good name for the spell.

After thinking for a couple of minutes, Zuhn decided to make a name that was stupid simple. 

'Light'

Zuhn thought of the spell and said the word light in his head.

Seconds later, a bright light appeared in front of Zuhn. Once the bright light appeared, Zuhn still couldn't see in front of him. The light was too bright, Zuhn canceled the spell.

Zuhn went through the process of creating the spell, then put a way to control the light. Zuhn tried the light spell again, this time there was a different reaction. 

Zuhn cast the spell, and he was able to control the light of the spell. When he used the spell it was bright at first, though he used the functions of the spell to make it dimmer.

Once it was dim enough for Zuhn to see, he was able to see what was around him. In front of Zuhn laid a tunnel that was a plain sight of void darkness.

Above Zuhn was the whole that he jumped in from. The hole was directly above him, but he could see a little bit of light coming in from the hole. Zuhn moved the light above himself, shining on the walls of the tunnel.

The walls looked fairly slippery from the mud on the walls of the tunnel. Zuhn still tried to climb out of the tunnel. He moved the spell farther up the tunnel so he could see ahead. 

Zuhn put his foot on the wall and tried to put the other one on the wall. He instantly fell down to the floor. Zuhn tried a couple more times than gave up. 

After giving up, Zuhn decided to go into the void of darkness. Zuhn put the light through first before he crawled through the tunnel. While crawling through the tunnel, the mud started to get thicker and thicker the father he went.

Suddenly, the mud became thinner. The space of the tunnel started became wider, revealing a cave like an area. Zuhn got himself out of the mud and made the spell shine brighter. 

When Zuhn made the spell as bright as he could, it still didn't reach the ends of the cave. Zuhn let out a long sigh and turned down the brightness of the light. 

Maximus was in awe when he was looking through Zuhn's eyes. Just like Zuhn, Maximus couldn't see to the walls of the cave. From as far as the light could go, was just barren land.

There wasn't any rocks, or hills in the area. Most if not all of the land was filled with wet and dried mud. Zuhn started to walk forward through the mud. By now all of his lower body was covered in a thick layer of mud.

Zuhn walked for a couple of minutes before reaching a clearing. There was a small number of lights coming from a small hole in the ground. When Zuhn tried to look down the whole, all he could see was blue light below. 

He looked around one more time, making sure he didn't miss anything. Once he was sure that he searched through the top of the cave, he jumped down the blue tunnel. 

Landing at the bottom, Zuhn found out that the ground solid. It was not muddy at all. It felt like a regular grass covered ground when he looked down it was true. 

Zuhn landed in grass and dirt. The dirt wasn't wet, it was dry and there were blue lights on random trees. The trees were quite strange, they had small blue orbs on the sides of the tree.

The trees gave off a little bit of light, inside the orbs was a blue liquid that was moving around. Maximus was getting excited inside of Zuhn's head. Rambling on about how great an Ancient Trial was. 

Maximus explained that the orbs on the trees were Ancient Blue Flare trees. Blue Flare trees were extinct on the outside world. Though, they were at an abundance in this trial. 

Maximus explained that there were several uses for Blue Flare tree. For one the orbs on the trees were good for healing. They were one of the best ways to heal the human body.

One drop of the liquid could heal someone that was on the brink of death. The liquid also adds 100 years onto human life. This can be stacked, though all the liquid did was add years to your natural death. 

After hearing Maximus's explanation of the liquid, Zuhn filled with greed and was about to approach the tree. Maximus forcibly took over Zuhn's body and made him back up away from the tree.

'No… Don't go near the tree. Each of the trees is Spiritual Sky Lord ranked. Spiritual Sky Lord is a very high ranked in cultivation, close to my rank. You wouldn't be enough to even get close to the tree. Once the tree detects a life form, it sends out spikes and slashes towards the target. Once the target is dead, it gets sucked into the ground, food for the tree.'

Zuhn gulped when he heard what the tree was able to do. Zuhn slowly backed away from the tree, trying to figure out how to pass the trees without dying. 

Maximus guided him through the grove of trees, leaving behind the amazing liquid left a tear in Zuhn's eyes. Walking farther into the cave, they found a couple of trees. In the trees were regular Ancient Fruits, these fruits were guarded and could be taken. 

From all of the chaos of the 'Light Spell' Zuhn totally forgot about going to page 75 of Ancient Magic Book. Zuhn took out the book and flipped to the page that Maximus told him to go to.

The page read '10xSpaceRing' The Space Ring was a special ring. This ring gains the user access to put items into a stalled time of space. For example, if you put food inside of the ring, it would not go rotten. Time in the ring was stopped.

The 10x part of the name meant that it was 10 meters by 10 meters. On the page besides the 10x10 SpaceRing, there were other rings with different names.

The ring that caught the most attention to Zuhn was Lightning Attribute Ring. The description read, 'Ring that gave the ability of Lightning Attribute to anyone using the ring.'

Zuhn was shocked by how powerful the ring was. He really wanted to use one of them. Zuhn's happiness was short-lived when he looked at the materials he died.

X10 Blue Flare Liquid Drops
X5 Lightning Dragon Scales
X20 Regular Dragon Scales
X2 Lightning Dragon Hearts
X5 Regular Dragon Hearts
Permission From Mystic Ranked Human

Maximus let out a sigh after seeing the ingredients needed to make the ring. 

'Zuhn, My cultivation just recently reached Mystic Ranked. Which means you have one out of the six.'

Zuhn could hear the weak smile on Maximus's face through his tone of voice. 

'Okay, Let's see about the SpaceRing'

Zuhn wasn't hoping for much after seeing how hard it was to get the other ring. Zuhn looked at the description and began to read. 

'Any user of Ancient Magic Book can have a free 10xSpaceRing'

After reading the sentence, Zuhn couldn't help but let out a cry of joy. Maximus was also shocked when he had the book he wasn't given a free ring. 

The Ancient Magic Book wasn't just a book. The book was alive and could interact with its users. Meaning, it could change the book according to the user's skills. Inside the book was ways to create certain items, as long as you gave the book the required materials. The book could create any item that it had a recipe for. 

'Maximus, how does one get the free ring?'

Maximus was silent for a couple of moments.

'Uh… I truly don't know. For me, when I had the book, I just thought about the item and it gave it to me...'

'Okay, I'll try that.'

Zuhn looked down at the ring and started to think about the item. The book didn't move, just sat still. Zuhn tried again looking at the item, making his face turn red.

Once again, the book didn't move. Zuhn put his hand on the book and felt a small pinch on his finger. Zuhn lifted his hand off the book and looked at his finger. There was a drop of blood that was dripping from his finger.

The book had turned bright red and was glowing. Zuhn looked down at the book, the book started to move. The words on the book changed, a small purple gem was coming out of the book. 

Slowly the gem moved up and up until a full ring came out of the book. Zuhn reached out and grabbed the ring from the book. When he picked up the ring, all he could feel was the power of the ring.

A ring had such power, Zuhn himself was quite shocked at the aura around the ring. Zuhn put the ring on and looked down at his finger. Maximus mocked him at the site.

The book below Zuhn turned pages on its own and moved to a blank page. On the page, words started to be created. The book was talking to Zuhn, and it was telling him to move forward.

Zuhn already used the book a lot during the time he was in this world. So he listened to the book and walked forward. In front of everyone was darkness, but far into the darkness, there was a strange white light.

Zuhn moved forward edging his way to the white light, the closer he got the brighter the light. Once he was close enough to make out a silhouette, Zuhn was shocked at the site.

What Zuhn was looking at was a city. The city was huge, it had a small thin bubble around the whole city. If someone didn't have good eyesight, then they wouldn't have noticed the bubble. 

Zuhn moved closer to the city, looking at the ground and around to make sure he doesn't run into a trap. When Zuhn got outside of the city, he tried to look inside. 

While Zuhn was looking, the book became slightly warm. Zuhn took it out, the book turned the pages again and wrote something on the blank page.

'Put this book on the forcefield.'

Zuhn took the book and moved up to the bubble, he brought out the book. Zuhn took one deep breath before he put the book on the bubble.

DISCLAIMER!!! 
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If you plan to read this book, just note that this book will not be continuing. Because of how poorly written this book was, I've decided to rewrite the novel. Under the same name, just "*Remake*" at the end. This synopsis goes to the new book.
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A youth around the age of 16 is a normal teenager with hobbies like anyone else. Though, his hobby includes killing people and leaving White Roses on their bodies. After multiple killings, the news and the media decided to label him ‘White Rose’. 

Later, the police along with the government set out to capture White Rose. The police attempt to capture him multiple times but end up failing.

Finally, White Rose turns himself in but is later shot on the way to jail by a victim's father. White Rose wakes up in a new world in someone else’s body. His new body is named Zuhn Sheng and he is being hunted by every large Mortal Sect in the region because of his powers.

Follow Zuhn Sheng as he sets off on his journey to become stronger and explore his new profound powers, While sticking to his roots of being a skilled killer.

AN : This applies to the rewritten version of ROSK. The old chapters will be deleted once I have a good release rate along with a decent amount of chapters stocked up.

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

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

The interior of the ice cave looked like an ordinary living room.
It was approximately 100 square feet wide. There were two semicircular bookshelves hanging on the walls. In a corner of the room, there was a smaller room with an embroidered screen blocking its entrance. Through the screen, one could see a large bed in it. This must be the bedroom.
In the main room, there was a large circular table. Beside the table sat the bodies of a man and a woman. Their corpses were still intact, despite the fact that they had been desiccated thoroughly and now looked like a pair of withered branches.
The expressions on their faces remained the same as when they were still alive. The man was reading a magic book, while the woman was busy carving a golden bird figurine. Their faces were serene. The man even seemed to be talking.
There was a magic book which emitted a faint blue glow in the middle of the circular table.The empty sound that Link had heard just then was coming from it.
Lots of questions now popped up in Link's mind. Who are these people? Why did they come to live here in the far north? And why did they leave this magic book behind?
Prompted by a desire to resolve these questions, Link began walking into the room of ice. No sooner had he taken his third step than a subtle current of magical power suddenly filled the air.
Stunned, Link stopped. His hand instinctively flew to the Ode of a Full Moon sword's handle.
Two seconds later, a silhouette appeared in front of him. The silhouette swirled about in the room before coming to rest on the two corpses.
Strangely enough, when the silhouette wrapped itself around them, the two withered bodies began to swell up. Link could see that their skins was gradually regaining moisture, while their glassy eyes cleared considerably, as if the two bodies had been brought back from the dead.
A drastic change swept across the entire room as well. Everything in the room, which was initially covered by a layer of dust, now shone with almost surreal cleanliness.
However, Link knew that this was all just an illusion. In truth, the bodies still remained lifeless. The magical power that Link felt just then had simply refracted the light in such a way that the bodies only seemed to have come back alive.
A moment later, the man started speaking.
"Lucia, my life's coming to an end soon." The man's eyes did not leave the magic book he was holding as he said this. His face remained expressionless, as if his death was about as unusual as a neighbor coming by to borrow a cup of sugar.
The woman beside him laughed, not at all perturbed by what the man said. She did not stop carving the golden bird figurine. "I see. I guess we'll need to start making arrangements for that now, won't we?"
The man nodded. He stood up, walked to one of the bookcases and then took out a magic book. Link peeked at it and saw that the book the man was holding was similar to the one on the table, at least on the outside. The only difference was that it was not glowing, nor was it making any peculiar sound.
The man returned to his seat with the book and then placed it in the middle of the table.
Link noticed that there was a simple-looking magical rune etched in the middle of the table. When the magic book was placed on it, the runes on the rest of the table began to glow. Light then began flowing from the rune formation into the magic book.
Link also realized that the light did not actually come from the rune formation itself. It was flowing out from the man's hand. The magic book grew brighter and brighter as it absorbed more and more of the light. It then began to emit an empty, trembling sound.
The man was shriveling up visibly. He now looked to be 100 years old when he finally stopped pouring the light into the book.
"Dear, we can live for close to a thousand years with this power if we want to. Will you be angry at me for doing this?" said the man ruefully to the woman sitting beside him.
"No, Rosso, there's always a beginning and an end to all life. We've completed our respective journeys in life. Another thousand years would only be torment for our souls," said the woman, shaking her head.
Link noticed that for some reason, the woman's face had withered like the man as well.
This couple must have used some kind of spell to bind their life forces together, thought Link.
Just then, the man, who was still barely alive, took out a pencil and began writing slowly on the magic book before him. The woman, not at all concerned about death's approach, continued carving the golden bird figurine.
The man began reading what he was writing. "I am Rosso Schneider. I started studying magic when I was 28 years old. However, the first three years of my studies had been uneventful. When I was 31 years old, I stumbled across a Soul Stone. For whatever reason, it chose me, granting me an incredible potential for the mystic arts. Ten years later, I was given the honorable title of Soul Dominator. Another ten years later, I began studying Prophecy Magic for five years, but without any noticeable progress. One night, when I was looking at the stars, I had a sudden epiphany. At that moment, I realized that one needs to receive the realm's blessing in order to master Prophecy Magic. No amount of rigorous training was going to help me accomplish that..."
The man was writing his life's story in the book. Link patiently listened in a corner, curious as to how the man's story ended. Ten minutes later, the man stopped writing. He gave a sideways look at the magic book that was emitting a faint blue glow for three seconds. His eyes then returned to the book in front of him. After looking at it for ten seconds, he resumed his writing.
"The gift of clairvoyance had allowed me to see what the future holds. It was both a blessing and the most terrifying curse one could hope to receive in this realm. I had lost all hope in life. In order to recover the hope I had lost, I had struggled upstream against the river of time, peering into the future until at last, I saw a turning point, 120,000 years into the future.
"120,000 years later, the realm's timeline had diverged into multiple branches. It was like a tree that had begun to branch out, creating multitudes of possible futures. Some of these futures I had seen were bleak, some even completely annihilated. However, there were also some filled with light and hope. The possibilities were endless. 120,000 years was too long a time. Even if I ascended to godhood, I would not be able to live that long to see which future unfolded... I have seen my end. I have received the realm's blessing, and then I will fade from this world as quietly as I had entered it. And so, I have decided to leave the Book of Spirits behind for posterity."
The man finally put down his pencil. He lifted his head up and looked at Link. He then spoke, his eyes seemingly focused on nothing in particular, "To the future possessors of this book, your identities are legion. Demons, Beastmen, servants of the God of Destruction, elves, or even humans. Whoever you may be, the fact that you have come this far means that you have passed the Guardian's test. You now have the right to possess this book. Take it. Finally, the wisdom I have accumulated for a lifetime has an heir."
When the man finished speaking, the silhouette vanished. Everything was back to normal. Only the magic book remained humming on the table as if waiting for Link to pick it up.
Link was not in a rush to pick up the prophet's book. He stood in the entrance and bowed low before the bodies of the two ancient sages. Only then did he walk forward and picked the Book of Spirits up from the table.
As soon as the Book of Spirits left the table, the room began to sway gently. Cracks appeared on the table, the withered corpses, the bookshelves, and even the small bedroom. They began to crumble, bit by bit.
In the blink of an eye, the whole room of ice collapsed into a pile of ash. Only the magic book that Link was holding in his hand remained unscathed.
The surrounding walls in the ice cave also began to crack, threatening to collapse all around him. At that moment, Link cast a spell to keep the walls intact as long as he could.
The sword spirit's voice sounded in Link's head.
He's the Soul Dominator. He was the most powerful entity to ever exist in ancient times. He was the ancestor of Celine Flandre as well as a good friend of the Storm Lord. He had even tried telling the Storm Lord to keep his temper in check, or there would be consequences. However, his words fell on deaf ears. Soon, the Soul Dominator stopped telling his friend off, which ultimately led to Storm Lord's downfall.
Link was moved by the sword spirit's tale. He recalled Rosso's life story and vividly felt the hopelessness that the prophet had felt due to being submerged in visions of possible futures. Link could only imagine what it must have felt like to bear such a curse throughout one's life.
He bowed again at the Soul Dominator's body before leaving the room. As he stepped out, the room lost the support of Link's spell and instantly came crashing down.
Outside the cave, the Book of Spirits in Link's hand stopped glowing. Link tried to put the magic book inside his spatial ring but failed. The book seemed to be resistant to spatial magic.
The book's cover was made of a leather specially forged through alchemy. Link decided to simply bind the book securely to his waist.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his vision. The game system had brought up some information regarding the magic book Link had just gotten.
Player has received the magic book titled Rosso's Book of Spirits.
Book of Revelation: Rosso's Book of Spirits
Level-19 Flawless Divine Gear.
Special effect 1: Contains all the magical wisdom Rosso has accumulated in his lifetime.
Special effect 2: The caster will be able to activate the Level-19 prophecy spell, Divination of the Fates, by channeling enough power into the book. This spell allows the caster to divine the fates of everything that exists in the Firuman realm. Higher-level targets will require more magical power. (This spell can be cast on any target, regardless of its level.
Cooldown time: one year.
(Note: This world holds no secret from me.)
Reading the message, Link let out a sigh, before saying, "Such a terrifying spell. I guess that's to be expected from a Level-19 master."
Composing himself, Link headed towards the bottom of the ice mountain. Gretel was still frozen in stasis by his spatial spell. Her injuries were grave. Patching her up under these circumstances would be a difficult task, even for Link.
"What should I do?" said Link as he began thinking of ways to treat Gretel's injuries.


Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

Chapter 32 Evil Book Part 4
     I wake up; I'm somehow in Lidia's car. Lidia still as the snake is rolled into a ball in the back seat, her tail hole having sealed up but my cream still marking where her opening is. I feel panic welling up in me again. I just got fucked by a fifteen-year-old, that can't be good. There is only one thing I can think to do. I will drive Lidia home then walk back to my place then…then…
     Alright, I have no plan after dropping off Lidia. I run back inside, I find her jumpsuit and keys in my kitchen. I run back out to the car, and I start to drive. I have been to Lidia's house once. I mostly remember the way there.
     I am nervous; I drive recklessly. That doesn't go unnoticed. I am only a few miles from my house when I start getting followed. It is dark, I can't see who is following me, but I think I know already. I am in the car of a girl from a family with a cop in it. If I am driving half as bad as I think I am there is no doubt in my mind it is Lidia's brother behind me.
     Red and blue lights flash in my rear-view window. I do what is right; I pull over. There is chuckling in the set alongside me. The book, the evil book is sitting on the seat next to me. There is no escaping that unholy thing. Everywhere I go, it follows me. I turn in my seat and push my body to the door. The book giggles at me, it knows I am frightened, the book seems to be getting off on my fear.
     There is a tap on the glass; I turn in a sharp jump to look out the other window. Two cops are walking around the car, a man and a woman; both dressed in tactical gear. Past the lights, I can catch a glimpse of their nametags the man is named Geovanni the women Gray. My mind jumps back and forth as do my eyes, 
The women comes around to the driver side. She taps the glass; I roll down the window to greet the officer, she shines me with her flashlight, her face hidden by the light. The cop called Gray addresses me "how are we feeling today?" 
     "A little stressed out, to be honest."
     The book can't stop rolling around balling "Are you a 'fan of the Man' little dog?"
     The officer Geovanni flashes his light into the back seat. He must see the monster in my back seat. There is no way he hasn't. Geovanni mumbles something; the two cops talk back and forth between each other. 
     Gray lowers her head to speak to me again "Can I see your I.D. please?"
     I dig around in my pockets looking for my wallet.  The snake in the back seat springs into a sitting position. The book laughs opening itself, light sprays out of the car. The behavior of the book changes, it seems to no longer need me. Geovanni punches through the door of the passenger side now in the shape of a fox; Gray reaches through the window, now as a giant raccoon. 
     I scream, I put the car in drive and run away. The creature that was Lidia reaches over the seat teasing me. The book hackles. I speed off into the night. My heart is pounding, I feel lost. I turn left, then right, I see fog rising from the road.
     The book mocks me "you shouldn't have run little dog. We could have had a lot of fun with those two."
     "This game has gone far enough. You can't just turn people into monster" I protest
     "and what are you going to do about it?" The book retorts.
     I spot a sign on the road. Lake street. And Calhoun. I'm a block from 'Lake of the Isles' I can throw the book in the lake. Maybe that will stop the madness. I pull over and grab the book. I jump out of the car and lock Lidia in. I run to the waterfront and pull the book back ready to throw the unholy thing into the water.
     It comes to my attention far too late that the monsters that are all around me are still just as smart as they were before there transformation. The raccoon Gray, the fox Geovanni, and the snake Lidia are all around me. I try to throw the book away. The book offers one more tease as I do "Not going to work Little dog."
     The book opens up mid-throw. Light pours out, the monsters start to get sucked away, and I do as well. The book sucks me in. When the light fades away, I am in some negative animated version of my world. Animals surround me with hungry eyes.
***
     The book falls to the ground complaining "well shit. Now I need to find a new host. Why oh, why do people keep running away from me?" the book has barely had time to finish that thought before a pair of shoes comes into sight, someone is moving towards where the book has fallen "Fresh fish." The book thinks aloud.

Award-winning author Dustin Feyder is back with the fifth book in the Red Twilight saga, where monsters can be beautiful.The Cosmos are in tatters, Heaven has been torn apart, world after world falls to the God of Hunger. The rules of time-space become unbalanced.

Hetatsubachi Una races across the endless ocean of ice, filled with hunger and lust, the Demon of the Flowers ask one simple question “Is the hunt still on?”  Joined by Jessica the Weaver, Hetatsubachi will jump from world to world hunting the servants of Cravixs in hopes to slow his attack on reality as the days before the end of the all things tick down to their final hours.

“this is the point on which history turns. This is the path Loki had set you on. If you decline this honor, I will not hold you to blame, but if you chose to fight I trust you understand what that means for all of us. Irrespective, tonight the war ends for you.”

-Jessica the Weaver-
“you think this is me? You think anything that happens to this body means anything to me? this is just a puppet that I have placed before you to act as a mouthpiece. You cannot hope to bask in my beauty, I speak worlds into being, my breath set time in motion, light burn to the beating of my heart. I am the foragemaster that tempers the fires of the real. I am the living dream that gives shape to life. You are weak, your ideas small, your actions meaningless.”
-Cravixs-

   The sun, the stars, the moon, none of their light was able to reach the world. For the first time in centuries, no external light shone down. For the first time in centuries, Maker grew annoyed. She stood on the other side of the barrier and gathered her mana. Her radiance condensed into a ball the size of her fist. It rushed forward, battering against the barrier only to send a few calm ripples across it. She frowned and held up her hand. Two of her children appeared behind her. The goddess of good and the god of evil both kneeled down. All thoughts of battle were put out of their heads when their parent was angry. "That man…" Maker mumbled. "I thought we destroyed everything." She struck the barrier one last time then turned to face her children. "You both know what this means, right?"
   "Yes ma'am," said the god of evil.
   "Yes mother," said the goddess of good.
   "Then you will both need to separate." She pointed to the central landmass. "When the barrier dissolves, I'll search the main continent while you two get the east and west. I want him or whatever legacy he left behind destroyed." The two children nodded and tried to help pass the barrier ahead of time only to be pushed back. "I guess we have to wait." Maker summoned a chair and sat down. "Even after so much time he continues to be a thorn in my side."
…
   Doevm was pulled forward, crashing him and Horse into the ground in a dark room. As he got up the doors slammed close. An enormous lock made of an unknown material barred the door. Doevm held his leg, expecting pain to rise up, but it never came. The wound on his leg was healed. He stretched his limb out a couple times to find it was fine. After standing up on it, it was verified he was completely healed. Horse, on the other hand, vaporized. The mental connection was severed.
   'This is either a holy shrine or a sort of safehouse from another race,' Doevm thought. He tried to use his magic to see, but it was blocked. He tried again yet nothing happened.
   As if acting for him, a blinding blue light flooded the surroundings. After his eyes adjusted, he saw the source of the light was a transparent pillar. Inside were masses of blue energy flying around like a tornado. One after another, more pillars lit up on his left and right going down a long hallway. The way back was blocked, so he walked forward on the faded velvet carpet. Massive holes had been ripped in it. Besides the carpet, the floor was made of Ploly (Pl-ole) bricks.
   While the roof forty feet above him was made up of thousands of shining mana crystals, the walls of steel and aluminum to reflect the light, Ploly bricks were unexpected. 'Did the construction crew run out of money half-way through this project?' Doevm thought as he picked one up. Ploly bricks were famously useless. Their melting point was of dirt. They were so soft that one could crush them in their palms. Even Doevm had a hard time believing it was that useless. He had spent a year examining them only to find out they truly were garbage. Yet, despite his failure to find anything useful about Ploly, he knew they were useful for something. It was a material no one knew the origin of. If one used alchemy to split it into its original state, it would not turn into any other base elements. It was its own dark brown material.
   For a few minutes he walked until he got to the edge of the ruins. On the back wall constructed out of pure Ploly bricks were more hieroglyphics that read: "She is watching always. She is watching always. She is watching always. She is watching always." Over and over again. It filled the wall. As he continued to read, the hieroglyphs got more hurried and sloppier. By the end, it was illegible. Embedded into the center was a single book with a dark grey leather cover. The title read: "The game of the Gods, by Maximus Draken".
One hundred and fifteen years ago…
   Arthur walked straight past the two Undead knights guarding the library and into the throne room. "Doevm, are you ready for this week's session?" He took off his gauntlets and leaned his sword against the wall. He made sure not to get close to the bookshelves as this Lich would always get angry whenever his stuff was touched without permission.
   Doevm was in his half-destroyed throne hunched over a book. His skeletal head turned up to meet his instructor. "You're early." He shut the book and handed it to one of his Undead minions. "I guess that means we can spar for longer today." He rolled up the sleeves of his black cloak.
   "You know, I always see you reading the same book, why is that?" Arthur asked.
   "That's unusual," Doevm chuckled. "You interested in a book? What interests you about it?" He motioned for the servant to return. He plucked the book out of its hands and opened it once more.
   "Not just the one." Arthur walked shoulder to shoulder with him. "You mostly read books by the same author, Maximus Draken." He pointed to the signature. "The capital of the Acrin Kingdom is also Draken. What's he so famous for?"
   "That depends." Doevm held the book away from Arthur, afraid that his rough hands would damage the old book. "If you ask humans, they say he was the first hero. If you ask demons, he was the greatest magician. If you ask me, he was a great philosopher." A dozen servants came into the library and bowed with books presented. "Each of these is his work. His theories about mana are fascinating. They've kept me busy for a half a century now, testing each one of them. The most interesting thing about him, however, is that everyone is wrong about him."
   "You mean, he wasn't smart at all?"
   "No, not that." Doevm nearly hit his friend with the book, but that would most likely damage the book more than the hero's thick skull. "No one knows why he was so prominent. He was able to do so many things in his lifetime. It was like he was great at everything. Combat, magic, thinking, building, he did everything. His tombs can still be found around the world, hidden from the public's eyes. When he was at the height of his power, he lost his magic. He was unable to even see it. The kingdom that he built up was taken over. Many of his books were labeled as hearsay and destroyed. No matter how much I find about him, there is no answer to what he actually did to get so strong and who made him crumble. His family was unknown. He had no heirs. Only his accomplishments are known."
   "Sounds harsh." Arthur looked at the rest of the books. "They seem to be getting darker                 as they go. Did you notice that?"
   "What do you mean, the content? There are only a few copies in the world so how could you have read them?" Doevm closed the book.
   "Look at this one." Arthur forcefully yanked the book out of Doevm's skeletal hands. "This is volume one and it is bound in white leather." He picked up the next volume before Doevm could snatch his book back. "This one has a slightly darker cover and its volume two."
   "Ok I get it, now put the books down before I have to kill you." Lightning cackled around his hands. Arthur shrugged and put the books back as dramatically and gently as he could. "It could be because they are getting older or just a coincidence." His blue flame eyes inspected each book. The limit of his collection was at grey. "This means there might be more…" He picked up the last book and mumbled to himself, "That means his theories continue. From the latest volume I was able to invent light magic. What happens if I get my hands on the latest volumes?" He put them back down and shooed his servants away. "I'll investigate this matter later. Our time is limited. Let's spar." He went for a quick jab. Arthur ducked. "This is for touching my stuff!" He executed a combination attack against air.
   Arthur got into a stance: "I am going to touch e-ve-ry-thing after I win."
Back to the present…
   The book was a trap. It had to be a trap. Doevm knew deep in his heart that such an elaborate hallway was just to make him more impatient. His magic was sealed, and he had no idea as to why. Since there was no exit to this place, only the book, it was obvious that picking up the book was what the maker of this ruin intended. He grabbed the book and opened to the first page. Right on cue, a trap activated. A soft repeating clinking went down the hallway. The pillars cracked. The blue swirling mist burst out and rushed toward Doevm, who was zoned out. His eyes were glued to the first line: "Instruction for basic soul magic."

"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload seven chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1500+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.

He knew that face. He couldn't be more familiar with it.
"This… This is my body…" Yun Shu murmured to himself.
The longer he stared at that body, the more terrified he was.
The dead man looked so much like Yun Shu.
Yun Shu stared at that face, his head buzzing. Suddenly, he noticed something: between the man's eyebrows, there was a small, red mole. Yun Shu didn't have it.
That guy wasn't Yun Shu. However, he still felt very insecure. After all, a corpse looking so much like him was found in a world that had been existing in his dreams for ten years. So by no means should this be a coincidence.
At this time, the dead body suddenly opened his eyes!
The dead body's eyes stared into Yun Shu's, and somehow, he couldn't look away from it!
A beam of golden light shot out from the dead body's eyes and went into Yun Shu's. He burst out a bitter cry and rolled back and forth on the stairs. However, after a while, Yun Shu realized that, in fact, nothing had happened. His eyes felt a bit sore, but that was it.
Feeling confused, Yun Shu slowly sat up, but to his surprise, he saw that the body in front of him turn into a skeleton, leaving an old pouch beside it.
Yun Shu felt the whole ordeal surreal and suspicious. With great hesitation, he reached his hand out. At the same time, he imagined that the man must have been a great and outstanding master before his death, so there should be something unusual about the pouch left behind by him.
He carefully reached his hand into the pouch, and for the umpteenth time, Yun Shu was shocked again.
Despite its appearance, it was not an old, common pouch at all! Instead, it was a cosmic bag that a cultivator could use to store lots of precious items!
The cosmic bag had an amazing capacity. Yun Shu had never seen anything so extraordinary before. Under his rough estimate, it had space no smaller than that of the warehouse of the sect where all the precious items were kept.
Yun Shu suddenly felt excited, betting that there must be lots of treasures and resources in the bag. However, what he found inside was quite disappointing.
He only found few things in it:
He only found a few things in it: an old book, two bronze pieces with rust, a rough, oval stone, a tablet that could be attached to a belt, and three ancient collars. 
First was that tablet; on its front, it said: I'm born with wealth. On the other side, there was a dragon flying above the highest of heavens. Oddly enough, its fifth dragon claw was not gripping a dragon ball, but rather, a big gold ingot called yuanbao.
"What a money-grubber…" Yun Shu sighed. Then he picked up the three collars.
The collars were carved with characters: Dragon Shackle. Yun Shu instantly realized what they were.
He turned to look at the three collars again. This time he checked the collars really carefully.
According to the legends, a dragon shackle was priceless as it could capture the most powerful of the beasts! His heart started beating fast with anticipation.
Many cultivators would have one or more pets since a good one could greatly help its master during a fight. However, finding such a good companion was never an easy thing; it was challenging to capture a powerful pet and make it tame. A majority of cultivators were even killed because of this.
But a dragon shackle changed the whole scenario.
It was said that a dragon shackle could even make a legendary beast docile as soon as it was put on its neck. Hence, they were very scarce!
Yun Shu knew that the shackles would be of great help to him in the future, filling him with expectations. After putting them aside, he picked up the bronze pieces and instantly felt the power residing inside.
Maybe Yun Shu would figure it out in the future, so he put the bronze pieces back into the bag and turned to check out the old book.
"The Book of Three Thousand Fiends contains the most ancient fiend power! It reverses heaven and earth, regulates Yin and Yang, and molds the universe!"
Yun Shu read the line out on the front page in a low voice, finding it too hard to believe what he had found!
Nevertheless, it was a fiend cultivation technique. Yun Shu didn't think that he would ever learn it. However, driven by great curiosity, he still turned the pages over. Yet, they were all completely blank.
Yun Shu was a bit annoyed. It turned out that the book was just a joke. Nevertheless, after a second thought, he still decided to keep it.
He then took a glance at the blood-red mist and decided to head back.
As Yun Shu had expected, after he stepped out of the gate, he saw the scene change like a flash, and finally, he found himself back in the stone shelter.
When he was cultivating before, although he didn't fall asleep this time, his cultivation was again interrupted, making his efforts for naught.
Out of frustration, he threw the book he had found in the bag onto the stone table.
Unexpectedly, the ordinary-looking, old book abruptly lit up when it hit the table, and a stroke appeared on the front page out of the blue. Yun Shu was amazed by the sudden development. It seemed that simply throwing the book onto something hard could make it yield more content.
Feeling expectant, he picked up the book and kept throwing it onto the floor. After doing this for quite a while, Yun Shu finally managed to know the name of the book: Fire Cloud Fiend Technique.
He was thoroughly stunned by the name of the book. After all, the basic cultivation technique that Fire Mystic Sect practiced was called Fire Cloud Immortal Technique.
Yun Shu pondered about it for a while and then arrived on an assumption: the book would only reveal its characters when it was attacked. 
He turned to look at the window as a plan brewed in his mind. Believing that it was worth the risk, Yun Shu gripped a corner of the book and reached his hand out of the opening.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The killing winds were blowing so fiercely that they had turned into sharp blades. Yun Shu almost let the book slip out of his hand!
He hurriedly pulled the book back. When he turned to the first page again, he was exhilarated to see that it had been filled with characters.
"It works!" Yun Shu cheered.
Sitting on the floor, he started reading the book named Fire Cloud Fiend Technique.
However, after a while, Yun Shu felt confused and perplexed again. The essence of the Fire Cloud Fiend Technique resembled Fire Cloud Immortal Technique a lot. Still, there were also a number of differences between the two.
Thus, he thought to himself that it would be okay if he practiced the fiend technique since there was really no significant difference between the two versions.
Nowadays, the fiend power was declining while the heavenly power was thriving. Yun Shu grew up in a heavenly sect. As a result, it was natural for him to show resistance to a fiend technique.
Shit… What's wrong with practicing a fiend technique as long as I stick to being myself? This is not gonna stop me!
From collecting to dividing Spirit Qi, every step went smoothly, and he soon absorbed the one thousand and twenty-four plumes of Spirit Qi into his dantian.
It worked! This time, Yun Shu didn't visit the land of Nod! 
Meanwhile, a beam of heavenly light soared out of Yun Shu's body and lit up the entire shelter, marking his second breakthrough today.
Half an hour later, another burst of heavenly light shot up: Yun Shu had reached the third level of Qi Sky Realm.
After an hour, there was the third light beam: the fourth level of Qi Sky Realm.
Yun Shu totally couldn't stop it!
Finally, before midnight, the last brilliant burst of heavenly light happened.
At last, Yun Shu had reached the fifth level of Qi Sky Realm!


Due to some unknown reason, Yun Shu keeps failing to reach the preliminary stage of cultivation despite his matchless talent, and thus, as the biggest loser ever in the sect, he ends up a victim of bullying for ten years.
However, the night before he is expelled from the sect, Yun Shu finds a lost world in the dream that he has been having persistently.
In this world, besides the endless precious herbs and fine mines, there is a dead body carrying amazing treasures. Most importantly, the dead body looks identical to Yun Shu!
Taking advantage of this mysterious gift, getting rid of the humiliating title, Yun Shu grows into the most powerful cultivator ever, whose power would stun the entire world.
Reversing the order between the heaven and earth, reforming the laws of the universe, the Ancient Sky Fiend's story unfolds!

After Feng Furen had left, Hui Lan was left sitting alone in the same place.

Her crystal clear eyes stared into her empty teacup that had no contents inside. 

Just like the question Feng Furen had left to her, there were no such contents that were left behind for Hui Lan.

It was like a mind guessing game that Hui Lan had to guess what was on Feng Furen's mind. 

...It could be anything...from out of space to the earth and to the ocean.

...But there was only one answer.

From time to time, Hui Lan's long lashes would flutter whenever she blinked. When she thought of something, her soft brows would be furrowed from time to time.

These small actions came out naturally as she put on her thinking hat.

...What never blows away with the wind, never merges with the light but cannot live without light, and is a cast out?

...Only darkness did not merge with the light...and without light, there cannot be darkness for both came together...

...Darkness does not waver...and is still for it is too dark to see anything... the darkness that is cast out...could only be…

...Shadow?

Hui Lan picked up her empty cup and raised it up in the air. The light lanterns in the big space that had been shining its light for the entire room shone upon the cup and behind the object, a shadow was cast out.

Hui Lan tilted her head as she looked at the shadow that had been cast out. She stared at the shadow and could see how still it was. 

She then lifted up the cup higher in the air and the shadow moved along with it like a loyal follower.

...The shadow does not blow away whenever the wind or something else tries to make it move. Only when the owner of the shadow moves, so does the shadow move.

...It has been as such and will continue to be like this.

Hui Lan got up from her seat and glanced at the teacup one last time, before heading her way out. She thought of it carefully and thoroughly.

Furthermore, she was sure that if she answered this answer she would not regret it either.

...So be it!

Hui Lan walked out with a steady heart and steady footsteps. She was ready to hand over her exam answer.

Only the hourglass that was not even halfway and was still flowing down like a sinking sand flowing down a drain. However, the candidate had already made her way out to her examiner.

Feng Furen could hear the small footsteps coming over towards her direction and looked forward to what this young lady would have to say for her.

This question was particularly picked out for her. If she could answer the same answer Feng Furen had in her mind, then all the tests, she had passed them all.

This question was not only finding the answer to it but also a mind game. 

Hui Lan's first test was to test how she would solve the problem when she did not have any strength and to confirm her identity. Her second test was to see how she would move in facing her opponents. The last test was to see whether she could answer and guess what was on someone else's mind.

The new student had already finished the first two tests and now, she had the last test awaiting for her.

Walking out from the separate room, Hui Lan could see Feng Furen sitting leisurely on top of one of the branches from the Yun tree. 

...Yun tree? The name was just the same as the mountain...Mt Yun...hm.

Nevertheless, Hui Lan walked up towards Feng Furen who was hanging above her.

"You have the answer?" Feng Furen asked without looking up from her book, "But the time is not over yet, you're sure you do not want to think it over?" Feng Furen tested Hui Lan.

...That was the same question she had asked herself and her last answer to that question was...yes. Since she was young, whenever she had an exam, before she would send in her papers, she would always ask herself if she was already satisfied with the answers or if she was not going to regret it. Until she came to an agreement with herself, then she would hand in her papers.

...Now was such the time that she felt sure with herself. She was ready.

Hui Lan confirmed with a bright smile, "More than ready!"

Feng Furen raised her brow. 

...Since Hui Lan was ready, then she too was ready to listen to her.

Feng Furen placed her book down on the big tree branch before turning herself to face Hui Lan, "Good! What is your answer?"

Hui Lan opened her lips and spoke, "It is a shadow!"

After the answer was thrown out, both looked at each other for a short moment before Feng Furen finally revealed a smile.

"Very well." Feng Furen then threw the book that she had been reading to Hui Lan, "Catch!"

As the book was flying towards her direction, Hui Lan quickly caught the books in her arms. She looked down at the book puzzledly.

Nevertheless, Feng Furen quickly cleared her questions, "For you to read and practise yourself. This book was written by my master from where I had come from. I hope you will be able to learn from it."

Hui Lan eventually flipped the book around to see the front of it. The title of the cover wrote...

...'Shadow Book'

Feng Furen got up to stand on the branch nimbly, "Take some time to read it. If you walk out from that door, you can get some fresh air. I will cook you some food as your reward, so take your time reading it. Tomorrow, you will get your first training from us."

Hui Lan looked up from the book. Before she could say anything, Feng Furen had already made her way to one of the rooms in the hall.

Hui Lan could only watch as Feng Furen's back disappeared into a room that must be the kitchen. She then looked at the direction Feng Furen had mentioned and there was a round wooden door carved onto the wall.

Tree patterns were drawn onto the door that looked just like the Yun tree in the middle. It seemed, everywhere in this arena, the Yun tree was the centre of it all. 

Nevertheless, Hui Lan made her way towards the closed door.

It seemed like any other ordinary door, but it was one of those doors that would lead to a mysterious land of some sort.

Upon arriving closer to the door, the door that seemed quite small from afar was twice the size of her height. Her eyes explored the patterns of the door and to the golden lion doorknob. 

...Hm, very grand indeed.

Hui Lan pushed the door forward and with a loud heavy door sound the door opened before her.

What laid beyond the door made Hui Lan gasp in amazement.

Her eyes sparkled like a million stars at one time. 

...This place...was it even real?

She took a small step forward in wonder and the next step was history.

Hui Lan was in the middle of a green garden with trees aligned beautifully around her. The entire place was filled with green grass and different kinds of flowers. 

Above her was a wide open roof and the sky was as close to her than ever before. She looked up and the sky was already an orange pinkish colour.

...It has been this long already? She had come to this place since the morning and now the sun was already setting.

She looked behind at the place where she had come from. Around the place was a gigantic ground looking like a small hill, it seemed that the place was built underground.

Hui Lan looked back at where she was and around her was a huge wall that almost reached the sky with the rooftop wide open. It seemed there must have been a defensive line around the rooftop for she could not see or hear anything or any living thing coming closer to it.

She could still remember those sounds from the wolves when she entered this place and it was not something she would want to mess around with. She took another look around and the more she fell in love with this private wood space she had to herself.

With the book in her hand, she went ahead and sat underneath the tree in front of her.

After settling down, she could finally open the book that had been gifted to her by Feng Furen.

..Shadow Book…

Upon opening the first page, two sharp characters were written onto it

...Yin Ying.

Then, upon opening the second page, the two pages were all drawings of a person posing in different kinds of poses. 

It all looked so full of life.

As she looked at them, it looked like these were some kind of move for...martial arts?

Hui Lan continued to open the next few pages and they were all a drawing of a person doing different kinds of posing, all looking very different yet so smooth like water. She went back to the first few pages and observed the moves more.

In a way, they kind of looked like someone dancing and there was a drawing for every step.

No words were written, just simply real life looking drawings.

...These moves...they did not look too hard…

...She did not know why but it was as if she was drawn into it.

Despite some of the pains lingering in her muscles, Hui Lan decided to get up and place the book in front of her.

After setting up her view, she began to slowly replicate the moves from the book.

She started out slow, but soon her body began to follow along and remember the same moves she had been doing.

And as if she was like a dancer, she was spinning around and whirling her arms, her legs, and her whole body.

Hui Lan was in her own moment, alone in the garden, flowing along with the waves of wind.

Practising the different moves, Hui Lan had forgotten the time and was simply enjoying herself.

While Hui Lan was down below the hearth, it was time for the sun to wave goodbye to one edge of the earth to greet another corner of the earth.

Her Lineage was cursed and a mission was given throughout the generations. Feng Hui Lan was the chosen candidate, heaven’s pick, but heaven’s pick that was against all odds. It shouldn’t have been her, but it how come, it was her.

She was heaven’s pick that was sent into the body of a powerless empress with the exact same name and very similar face like hers. There she became ‘Empress Hui Lan’ who had been driven into a fiery pit of fire by her beloved emperor which had caused her unjust death. 

Before all of this, modern-day Hui Lan was an Eastern Historian Professor in England, but she would have never thought that she would be sent travelling back in time, even worse, into an unrecorded time period. Since young, she had been gifted a special gift to be able to talk to animals. There would always be small voices in her head, however, when she grew up, the voices slowly faded away. Until she came to the past where these voices reappeared once more. 

In the unfamiliar world, Hui Lan must strive among the plots and schemes aimed at her. Along the way, she has two majestic assistants to guide her, Yue and Hun that had come from an even more ancient time period. No longer the well-behaved empress like before, Empress Hui Lan seeks to find justice in this messy palace and end the mission forced in her hands. Beneath the surface, an underground power seeks to pull her down like how they had driven the Empress Hui Lin the pit of fire. However, if her enemies kept secretly hidden in the dark, then she would build an entire empire of hers to bring them down.

The subtle change in his consort’s temperament had not escaped his incisive eyes. Emperor Shen Yang Long was well known for his iciness among his subjects, the surrounding kingdoms and his wives that were all arranged for different purposes. However, only one marriage that he was more than ever willing to marry was his favourite concubine, Concubine Li, Li Mei Fang.

Nevertheless, after that night, he faces this indifference side of his consort who he had always been ignoring; it became like a thorn to his heart. Struggling with these new emotions in his heart, he finds out his true feelings in the end, but will it be too late?

It was a fight of power within the palace walls, but moreover, the old roots that were also seeking to destroy the entire kingdom and the other kingdoms.

Hui Lan was the next one in the next mission that was not supposed to happen, but would she be the last?”

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The book was ancient, it had a prestigious look, what made Zyraxes the most interested about it was the symbol on the front. Once again it was the one which was found on the walls. This was something which Zyraxes didn't know about, he heard tales about how the Dawnblade family used to be a noble family with the backing of 'The Emperor of Knights' and the royal family.
This was many years ago, this was due to the Dawnblades being officers within the army and not because of some god slaying book. Zyraxes thought this was a joke, this must have been a rubbish book the person in the grave wrote.
Zyraxes took all of the books, he had put some of them in a little pouch. However, most of them didn't fit. He had taken only the ones which seemed important, "The Tale of Ser Ainsley Silverstorm", "Flowers of the Planes of Death", "1001 Recipes for a Wedding" - All useless books which he held no need, he didn't see why they were together with such books. However, this was Zyraxes treasure, he had buried all these books next to the coffin, he knew that one day he could come and take them since they are now his belongings.
He engraved this location to his mind, he knew he once had to return it, find the secret meaning of why this was here but for now, he had to finish off his quest. He walked out of the hole he had previously made, he carried on walking around the ruin for a few hours, there were no changes from the report he had read about these ruins, he finally exited the ruin. He had set out at sunrise, however, the sun was now setting.
Right outside the entrance of the ruin, he started a small fire, the fire was used to light up a piece of paper which Zyraxes was currently writing on, he followed the same scheme as the report he had read while walking. He included some minor changes such as fallen walls, however, he did not say about anything which was inside the room he was in. On this day he had walked out with a few items, he had gathered all of the books but that wasn't all. He had even found some gold coins on the ground and between graves.
Zyraxes finished up writing the report, he was getting ready to go to sleep. The light was slowly going dimmer, it wasn't as light before and you could only see a small area by the fire. He was laying there, he had his eyes closed. However, he couldn't stop thinking about what was in his pouch.
"How to bring down the gods"
He carried on thinking about it, he kept opening his eyes and checking if the book is there. Every few seconds, he checked his pouch and the book was there. He finally gave in. He had found some logs he had prepared for a longer time period of being up and put more logs into the fire. He leaned up against a tree next to him for support on his back.
The leather front was glaring at him, he was inspecting the emblem still. It is something he had always ignored and yet he was faced by it from a book in an ancient crypt. He took a deep breath and went to open the book. His fings were definitely holding on to the cover and dragging it up. There was no movement, with all his strength he pulled up. Yet there was nothing.
Zyraxes eyes had a glare in them, he knew this was something to keep unwanted people out, could he have been one of them? But there was a shake under his armour, the gold around his neck started to rotate. The back came undone and it went up in the air. The glowing gem was as bright as it has ever been and it landed on the emblem at the cover of the book. The emblem had litten up in a colour just like a rising sun and the book opened. Zyraxes could finally lift the cover, on the inside was a small note. "My name is William Brightblade, at the time of writing this it's the 15th year of the Zyllen calendar. This book has the contents of ancient arts of slaying gods. I'm leaving this with me as I leave for the divine realm where gods reside, we will be going on a holy war against the gods for the supreme being Zyllen. If you are reading this, you must be a child of the Dawnblades. The legacy may be lost, but the proud god slayers will never die out. This book contains the families most important arts which I will be taking with me to the grave. Within are my other possessions which you need to find and, information on how the Dawnblades used to be the most powerful people in the realms. I wish luck to the future generations as we go to wage the final war."
Zyraxes didn't know what to think, he had just learnt that his family used to wage wars with the gods? Also the Zyllen calendar? He had never even heard of it. He was confused. He carried on skimming through the pages. "Dragonslayer arts chapter 1", "Forging a weapon to slay gods", "Weaknesses of gods", "Entering the divine realm". The book contained information about everything. Zyraxes didn't know what had just fallen in his hands. He wanted to carry on reading but he knew that it wasn't safe to in the middle of a forest. Inside the book were also a few small items. Three rings, a chain and bracelet with the emblem of the Dawnblades.
Zyraxes took the gem off the book which closed the book shut again, he left everything as it was and kept the book in his laps as he went to sleep.

Another puny quest for a puny student, a small ruin which was abandoned long ago could never hide anything, however, this may change the fate for someone when they uncover ancient arts of killing all the gods and alike. What will these powers be used for? And how will the world change with these powers?

The night was chilly and silent. The cool breeze of winter was flowing all through the village. These breezes take birth into the vastness of Himalayas so townfolks used call them the daughters of Himalayas. Though it was always cold in here but in the winter a single person need at least two woollen sweaters to cover his body. Dhudesar was a village sat just below the great Himalayas, protected and nurtured by Himalayas. The people of village slept in their beds with their wives and kids without a single worry as they knew the great mountains of Himalayas are there to save them from the yetis, to protect them from any kind of mishapening. 

Into the darkness, a boy was hiding behind a pole just as big as a giant leg. His chest move up and down as he took heavy breaths. He was shivering with cold but his father always told him, 'No matter what, always march forward. Always forward'. He took few heavy breaths, searched the area with his blue eyes for any humanly presence, looked at the Himalayas covered with white snow for blessings and jumped inside the building from the open window. It was his usual time and entrance into the great library. His father was a shoemaker, all he could do is to make shoes out of leather and tell the stories he heard from his father and grandfather but the kid wanted more, he believed there is more outside these walls of the village and there is more beyond these mountains of Himalayas. The only thing that could help him to kill his curiosity was the books but as his father was only a shoemaker who could feed his family for two times a day, could not lend him money to spend it on some kind of books which were much worst than a demon for him. 'Books rotten one's mind kid' all he could say when the boy asked him for money to take a book on rent. So he found his own kind of solution to kill his curiosity, to sneak inside the library when darkness surrounds the village and the lazy old librarian snore like a drunk bastard. 

He cleaned the dust off his woolen sweater. The library smelled as usual, the smell of old papers mixed with the smell of rat's piss. A dim blue light spread across the hall of the library which was enough for him to read the title of the books. Few days back when few people were engaged in a serious discussion with the wise one, the boy heard the name of a book which ignited an undying curiosity in his 15 year old mind. "What was the name of the book the old guy mentioned while telling the story?" the boy whispered to himself and closed his eyes in order to search the name into the wilderness of his brain. One could clearly see the fine line of tension on his forehead and suddenly his blue eyes sparkled with shining and he murmured, "Beyond the talking trees". Finally he remembered. He looked into the vast library. It has thousands of books stacked inside many shelves but he had drawn a map of the library inside his mind. He knew which book to find in what shelve much better than the old librarian whose hairs go gray from black while working into the library. 

"so the robber is back again." he heard a hard voice. He wasn't scared as the voice was familiar to him.

"How do you always know that i am sneaked inside? don't you have to sleep or something?" the boy said.

"Owls don't sleep in nights kid." the voice echoed into the library.

"yeah yeah! i know. so what do you do in nights, read books?" the boy said and laughed.

"Not really. But i know things much more than any author can know." a big figure came out of a book shelf which was a home for the owl. An ordinary kid would have wetted his pants if he had seen the disproportionally large eyes in comparison to a small skull. It had a conspicuous circles of feathers around its yellow eyes which were shining in the dim blue light. The people in the village said, 'owl is the only bird which had a binocular vision' meaning a type of vision in which an animal having two eyes is able to perceive a single three-dimensional image of its surroundings. The owl was different as compared to other birds, it had forward facing eyes which helped it in low-light haunting. It had white feathers all over its body. It rubbed its hawk like beak on the wooden shelve and asked, "So, which book you need this time?"

"It is a book about the world beyond the talking trees. It is in the B section and obviously as usual my height betrayed me this time too." the boy said looking at his legs, "I wish my father could make me a shoe which will allow me to jump as high as i could."

"Don't worry. Until your father invent something like that, i am here to help you. where is it again?"

"B section, 2nd shelf from the top and..." with a pause the boy completed his sentence, "Book number 5."

"Okay kid. you got it." The owl flew off his shelve and rested its leg on its destined shelf. "Book number 5 is it. One…. Two….. Three….. Four…. and here it is." the owl pulled and pushed the book off the shelve. The book fell on the ground making a loud thud. The boy picked up the book, cleaned the dust off it, opened the book and smelled the brown old pages of it, "aah after a long time!" he said with satisfaction.

"Who is there?" the words strike his ears as he understood that the loud thud had woken up the old fellow.

The boy mimicked the sound of a cat which he learnt by a great practice, he ran towards the window and said, "Okay friend, farewell for few days. I gotta escape now and Thank you for your help. One more thing, next time when we meet i would like to hear the story about how you learnt the counting." and then jumped out of the window and vanished into the darkness before the old man could see him.

With his slow walk old librarian reached the open window, looked  outside but his old eyes could found nothing into the darkness. He closed the window and  said sounding like a pedophile, "These cats need a bad spanking." and headed back to his bed to sleep. The owl continued its night job while standing on the top of a shelf.

The boy ran through the bushes and reached his hut and with steady walk without disturbing his parents and little sister he made it to his room upstairs. It wasn't a room though, it was just an attic which he converted into a room and named it sky parlor. He hid the book below his pillow, drank some water from a pot and threw himself into the bed. He looked outside the window and looked at the sky filled with infinite stars and whispered the words he read in some book,

                      Under the shiny sky

            He grew into a man from a boy

           With hopes, wishes and dreams

                   One day he would fly high

He covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes, fell into deep sleep losing his soul to the dreams. The dreams which were going to come true soon.

                                  *****

The sun rose with new hopes pouring a new energy inside the people of Dhudesar. Everyone got busy into their daily chores, men started doing their respective jobs while women started cleaning the varandas and pouring water to the plants, farmers could be seen heading towards their farms with a plough on the shoulders. Dhudesar was a village where people preferred to be independent of each other. Though it was the poorest town in Kamboja empire, the people were satisfied with their conditions because they had a pure heart and readiness to help and support each other in any kind of situation. Kamboja was a kind of empire where rich people gets richer wharease poor gets poorest. The Emperor of Kamboja lost control over the empire since he was getting older and had no son or a daughter. He was the emperor just for name, his cruel minister Demien Howler gained the control over the empire by earning respect of the members of the great hall. Though it wasn't respect, it was fear. Everyone feared him as the whole empire was aware of his evil and cruel nature. Dhudesar was situated at the border of the kingdom so the people of town never faced the evil minister but there is always a first time for everything.

"Wake up Philip, sun is almost over the head and you missed your breakfast again." A woman screamed to wake her son up.

The boy curled himself around a pillow and slowly opened his eyes, his blue eyes, no one knows from who he inherited it as both of his parents had brown coloured eyes. "I am awake mother." he said from his sky parlor. He gently pulled the book which he have placed below his pillow and looked at its cover into the light of day. The title of the book, made up of a metal found rarely in the kingdom shone as the red beams of light fell on it. Philip closed his eyes as the beams reflected back into his eyes and then slowly opened the eyes adjusting his iris to the amount of light and read, "World Beyond the talking trees." His eyes searched for the name of the author but it wasn't on the title page, flipped the book still no, on first page? NO! He said with surprise, "I wonder who wrote this book." He kissed on the title of the page and said, "We will get to know each other some time later my friend. I have some woks to deal with." and placed the book below his pillow away from anyone's eyesight and started climbing down the wooden stairs.

"Sure we will." He heard a girly voice. He stopped and thought who must be it. "Maybe someone downstairs." and walked down off the stairs.

                                  ******

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