"Ah, Hello Ritzy." An old man sat comfortably on his old swaying chair. His old, wrinkled and amiable face was lit up softly by the warm, hazy yellow light of the oil lamp that rested on the old man's desk. The lamp of course, also lighting up the ancient and mysterious book that also rested comfortably on the desk. 

The old man showed a genial smile towards the black cat that was currently entering his study through his open window. Ritzy, a black cat with warm amber eyes and a luxurious gold collar quickly meowed in response to the old man. 

The old man slowly closed the book he was reading as the sleek, black cat jumped onto his desk. The old man slowly lifted his calloused hands to gently pet the little shadow of a cat. "Did you gain more weight again, Ritzy?" The old mean teased.

The black cat immediately raised his cute paw to swat the old man's face playfully, not at all threatening. "Shut up you old geezer."

The supposed old geezer only laughed in response to the senile cat before reprimanding him, "Has age caught up to you, Ritzy? Did you forget that you're as old as me, old geezer?" 

Ritzy snorted before deftly moving his body so that the old man could only see his back, these movements done with utmost familiarity. 

With his back still turned to the old man, Ritzy decided to open his cute but snarky mouth, "Tals, are we going on the late night walk and talk or not?" The cat huffed.

Tals just chuckled in response before standing up, grabbing his trusty ol' oil lamp to bring with him. Ritzy also jumped down from the table then jumped up gracefully to the shoulder of Tals. 

Tals mumbled something, after finishing, almost instantly he and the Ritzy disappeared. Not a shadow of them was left behind. Including the silly old oil lamp.

Suddenly in an alleyway nearby, an old man wearing a fuzzy new cat scarf appeared. Oh, wait no that's not a scarf but the fa- glorious, yes glorious lord Ritzy. Yes, that's what I meant to say.

With the soft and hazy dreamlike yellow light to guide their path, Tals and Ritzy made their way down the alleyway comfortably, although only Tals was actually walking.

"What is it old friend? Do you need to get something off of your fuzzy chest?" Tals enquired gently, not at all pressuring the cat to speak. 

Ritzy was silent for a moment before responding in a relaxed mood, "No, I only wish for someone to accompany me as I think."

With that response, the two just walked in comfortable silence, the warm yellow light of the oil lamp seemed to ooze into the atmosphere, creating a warm and kind dreamland.

Sometimes, the help someone needs is just for someone to listen and accompany them. This is something that is done to mend, to confide in someone is mending. You will be alright, it will all be alright.

Just like Tals and Ritzy.

-FIN-

Short stories I made! Although some might get a book to itself. These short stories may vary so stay tuned! Both fluffy romances, with both BL and GL, and darker stuff as well! Also cactus!

The streets of Fells Point a historic waterfront neighborhood with many bars that happily accommodate the merry drunks celebrating one of many national holidays. The sound of yelling, laughing, and singing of the drunk crowd, drifts over the harbor's water.  A small creature; part possum part cat, darts through the bunch of people. Chasing close behind it is Dai, an agent of the demon department. Damn it if I don't catch it, it will escape through the main street. Where the hell is my backup? She asks herself shoving a very tipsy guy into his friends trying to keep up with the small creature.        

A young blonde woman stumbled out of the bad the Cat's eyes and fell on her butt on the cobblestone erupting into a fit of giggles. The small demon seeing the vulnerable human the creature screeches and changes the path from the main street to the human. The blonde turn to see the demonic creature charging towards her, which frightens her enough to scream in terror.  It leaps towards her but right before it could harm her, it slams into an invisible wall. As it landed on the ground,  the creature shakes its possum's shape head snarls and tries again but only to be stopped by the wall once more.          

"Gotcha you little bastard," Dai call out pushing her way through the crowd her right hand with the palm towards the side, and five fingers close together. She lowers her ring and pinky finger down. "EGO TE AD INFERNUM." A small flame sparks on the ground and forms a circle around the little beast.  Once the demon realizes what's happening, it gave out a loud and long shriek and coward away from the agent. The shrieking cause a group of people to look and begin to focus their attention to Dai, the small creature, and the blonde sitting on the ground with the look of shock plaster across her face.  The flames begin to form a birdcage around the demon.

As it tries to find a way out the flames from the top of the cages, begin to lower down pressing on the shrieking creature to the ground. Once the beast sinks into the ground, the flame cage leaves a symbol on the cobblestone in ash.  Dai blew a few strands of her blonde hair out of her face. Her brown eyes look around and realize there is a large group of spectators. Thinking quick she digs in her dress pants pocket it and pull out a portable bowl and unfolding it she lay it on the ground. She looks at the large group and takes a deep breathe to address them.

"Ladies and gentleman thank you for catching the last part of the show. You all had been a wonderful audience, now if you would like to help me keep my lights on in my crazy overpriced apartment donations is greatly appreciated. Just place them in the bowl." The crowd erupts in cheers, clapping, and others yelling that's the best magic trick they seen in years. Dai bows a few times and notices the blonde getting up. Dai walks up to her to make sure she's okay. "Hey, are you okay? Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." She smile at the blonde; the agent couldn't help but notice how attractive the women. With her long blonde hair tied in a braid and amaze how her makeup that made her blue eyes alluring and the shade of red lipstick makes her lips look so full.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She smiles at her while she dusts herself off.  "That was an amazing trick; how did you do it?" She asks still a bit shaken, but her blue eyes show the fear sober her up.

Dai smiles and shakes her head sadly. "A magician can't revile her tricks. But," Dai move a bit closer the blonde can smell a hint of Sage off of Dai. "But if you like," Dai holds up a business card. "I can do a private show for you sometime. My name is Dai."

The blonde girl takes the car. "Names Sophie." She smiles, warmly at her moving in a bit closer.        

"Sophie come on our ride is here!" One of her friends called out.       

"Well, Sophie, see you later. Dai turns around and walks to her bowl to collect what people 'donated' in it, making sure to kick up the ash on the ground to break up the circle. As she bends down to pick up the bowl, she feels a sharp pinch on her rear, making her jerk up and spin around to see who done it. But with a lot of people walking moving around she couldn't see who the culprit. "Damn drunks." She grumbles and looks in the bowl to see at least fifteen dollars in ones and a red button. "Well," She sighs and gathers the money. "I guess I can get a cup of coffee and a breakfast biscuit." She stuffs the money in her pocket and makes her way to the main street.         

It was the last call, and everyone is busy trying to get a ride to either to go to another bar, a greasy diner or just going home. After a few more tries, she was able to get a blue cab to pull up for her.

Once she climbs in the driver, a short Middle Eastern man asks her where she would like to go. Just by the smell in the cab, Dai can tell he is some kind of shapeshifter, but it would be rude to ask him what kind. "I'm heading to the central library."

"The library at this time of night?"      

"I'm a security guard," Dai explains, pulling out earbuds.

"Gotcha." He said, turning back around and put his car in drive.        

Dai looks out the window as they drive through the busy city. As some of the night owls, humans begin to head home to sleep from a long night of parting or getting ready for the early morning. Many of the supernatural population just getting off work and head back.

The cab pulls up to the front of the main library. "Alright, that will be twenty-six fifty." Dai handed him forty and told him to keep the change. Climbing out of the cab, making sure she's not leaving anything. She looks up at the tall white building of the central library as the taxi drove off. Dai lied doesn't work as a guard. But her office is located under the library away from the public's eye. She makes her way to the side of the building, making sure to make a stop at small moms and pops shop.
     
An elder were cats couple runs the shop. The old lady dress in green polyester smack and black dress pants, she looks up hearing the bell above the door ring. "Ms. Dai, how are you this morning?"

Dai wave at the white hair short woman. "Morning Peaches, I'm exhausted any type of coffee you can recommend?" The shop is small with the big fridge doors in the back of the shop holding the different types of sodas. In the middle of the shop is small aisles made of shelves that hold junk food, and basic household needs for the evening, or it's too late to travel.  On the opposite side of the door is the coffee station with two pots of coffees, coffees cups, lids, and stirrers, various types of creams, and sugars to mix in your drink.

"Let's see if Georgie made a fresh cup." She walks away from the counter and limps to the back room. While she waited for her drink, the agent busied herself on getting a breakfast sausage sandwich and a cola for later she heads back to the front counter. Peaches came back in the front with a Styrofoam cup. "Here we are, Georgie, said this would keep you running for hours."

Dai gives her a warm smile. "Thanks, Peaches," She paid for the drinks and sandwich and head outside. "Tell Georgie thanks for the cup of Joe."

"Of course dearie, enjoy your day." The elderly woman wave goodbye as the younger leaves.    
     
By the time the agent reach the back of the library, she finish her sandwich and takes a sip of the coffee the strong bitter taste made her wince a bit, but she still hopes that it will keep her up. Behind the library between two small parking lots are four small abandon builds. She walks to the, and a small shop with the words Tailor slightly faded off the glass. Taking a quick look around the small street to make sure no one is around to see what she is going to do next.    
 
Seeing the coast is clear she uses her black dress shoe push on a white painted brick by the doorway and the plywood blocking the door lower down to the steps opening the entrance for her. She walks in, and as soon as she enters the small shop, the plywood barrier goes back leaving her in darkness. The darkroom is small with a counter at the very back. Making her way through the room, she made sure not to trip into the rotten floorboards. The smell of mold and rotten wood made her nose wrinkle. Behind the counter is a door that looks out of place in the decaying room. It was brand new oak wood with a key card slot above the doorknob. Reach it she pulls out a crimson red card and inserts into the door. Hearing a click, she pushes down on the handle and opens it to a small sterile room. Walking in and letting the door close, the room shook for a moment as a pleasant female voice chimed. "Going down."

Two sips of her coffee the room top trembling, and the voice announces their arrival. "Fifth floor, Demon Department."   

The door opens to a long hallway as the overhead lights turn on one by one showing the ruby red carpet and cream color walls. Every few feet is a dark brown window door on either side with the agents' name printed in black on the glass. The carpet muffles the sounds of her shoes as she makes her way to her office.     

As she opens the door to the office, Dai flips on the overhead lights to illuminate the room. Two cherry wood desks sit in the middle of the office. Each desk has a computer and a phone. But other than that their desk is night and day. On her desk are a few decorations she claims needs to be on her desk to help her focus. One is a pencil/pen holder in the shape of a tree that has holes for the tools once they were placed in it the pens and pencils that look like branches. A picture of her and Ray, Dai with her goofy smile holding up a cheesy peace sign with her fingers while Ray tries to look away from the camera. Next to the picture was a bobble head of the grim reaper. To the left of her desk above the drawers is a desk lamp in the shape of a lamp post with a very popular comic book demon slayer leaning against it.

Her partner's desk has a small black pencil cup with standard blue and black pens and a few red pens. She keeps her in, and outboxes organize and clear of clutter brass desk lamp with a blue lamp shade sits next to her computer. Ray wasn't really into displaying anything personal on the desk not since she read that people can take it as a focal point and sent a demon or a nasty curse after her. But something was off of her desk. They're sitting on top of Ray's desk is a large brown package tape close and address to Ray, her partner.   

Dai sits on at her desk, sipping at her coffee and look at the package trying to figure out a way to open it without her finding out. She glances at the ticking cat shape wall clock. Knowing Ray only has a few hours before her partner and her boss, and coworkers arrive. Tossing the now empty coffee cup in the trash can she places the soda bottle in the mini-fridge set up against the other side of the office next to a try cart that contains a coffee maker and a box of a coffee's and teas packets, and next to them are a few coffee mugs.  Getting the coffee pot started she heads back to her desk and begins to work on her reports on what happened tonight. She plans to finish it before the others come in for the day. But as she works, her eyes begin to droop.

 A few hours later, a soft knock came from the door. "Hello?" Call out a deep voice. "Dai? Ray? Are you two in here?" Getting no answer their boss, a large overweight man with salt and pepper hair that begin to thin out on the top of his head, open the door to see who is in the office. Seeing Dai slump over her desk sound asleep. He chuckles softly and turns off the overhead light and close the door. "I'll check on her later."

Living in Baltimore, it’s Dai’s job to send demons back to hell. One day when she as she goes to hand in her report she stumbles across a demon eating her boss. Now the department has their eyes on her with the idea she had been the one that sent the demon. With the help of her partner; Ray, she has to find out who framed her and why is her past is involved?


Zhang Zian was busy the whole day and now it was almost time for him to go to bed. 
Zhang Zian had been exhausted throughout the day, but now that he knew the elves' lives could be extended, his tiredness vanished completely. However, he hadn't told the news to Old Time Tea or the other elves yet. As Pi had said, it wasn't the right time. If he hastily told the news to everyone, they would be too expectful. The reality might be too disappointing. For that reason, they might as well not know about it in the first place. 
Even if the lifetime of the elves really could be extended infinitely, the elves had to go through an extremely difficult process to do so. Judging from Pi's stern expression as it read the untitled book, Zhang Zian figured that this may be his biggest challenge and trial since he downloaded the Pet Hunter game.
Although he couldn't understand the untitled book, whether it was the Hyperwebster Dictionary, The Book of Sand, or a fantasy book from another civilization in the universe, he was still very grateful for it. Without it, he wouldn't have found out about such reassuring and hopeful news.
The elves had fallen asleep, one after the other. Before going to sleep, Richard had been very active that night, as if everything put him in a good mood. Zhang Zian had to hang it upside down to calm it down. 
When everyone was in bed, Pi was still sitting in front of the computer, typing away.
"Pi, did the noise bother you?" Zhang Zian came over and asked. He knew how annoying Richard and Snowy Lionet were.
Pi shook its head no.
"Well, we're all going to bed now. Please go to sleep as soon as you finish writing." Zhang Zian brought over a small desk lamp. The lamp light was turned away from the bedroom, so it wouldn't affect anyone's sleeping.
He didn't plan on telling Pi what he was doing later, because he wasn't sure whether he would be successful or not. He didn't want Pi to be disappointed after giving it so much hope. 
Pi grinned and nodded.
Zhang Zian glanced at the elves again. After confirming that each elfin was in its correct place, he turned off the ceiling light. 
With the light from the desk lamp and his own nightlight, he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling, listening to Pi type. He thought about the elves' lives for a while, and then thought about the situation of Uncle Li's diner. He tried to allow all of his thoughts to occupy his mind and keep himself from falling asleep.
About an hour later he heard a click, and the fan noise from the laptop disappeared. Pi turned off the desk lamp and the room grew darker. It climbed into the basket hammock chair to go to sleep.
Zhang Zian kept his eyes open for a while, and almost fell asleep. He pinched his thighs to keep himself awake. 
He looked up and guessed that Pi had already fallen asleep. Then, he grabbed his cell phone by his pillow and opened the Qidian app.
That day, as he watched Pi write, he had secretly browsed the Internet on his cell phone, trying to find out what the amazing reading lists were.
After he finished researching, he knew that reading lists were an important supplement to the Official Recommendation Spots from the Qidian website. A reading list was created by an individual, who would list his or her favorite books and the reasons why they would recommended those books on their list. If other readers agreed with the owner's suggestions, they would start following the creator of the list. The reading list owners were similar to bloggers who reviewed digital products on video websites, and the digital products recommended by bloggers tended to receive more attention. Some reading list owners even had tens of thousands of followers. 
After careful searching, Zhang Zian discovered that the reading list owners were roughly divided into two categories. One type introduced and reviewed each book in great length, while the other kind of reading list owners introduced each book with only one sentence. The former type attracted much more followers than the latter. After all, through the detailed evaluations and introductions, the readers could tell that the reading list owners had put in a lot of work into every book. 
That day, he had mentally noted the reading list owners' IDs who wrote long book reviews and then went to the comment sections of their lists. He first ruled out the most popular reading list owners, because in their comment sections, numerous authors or authors who pretended to be readers were promoting their own books. Those reading list owners wouldn't be able to read all the books being recommended to them, even if they tried to read 24 hours a day.
As for the reading list owners that attracted fewer followers, their comment sections were basically empty. It wouldn't be helpful for Zhang Zian to advertise Pi's novel in those lists. 
After more research, he targeted a reading list owner who had the tenth most followers. The ID name of the reading list owner was Morning Gorilla Star, who was mentioned by the author of Diplomats of the Underworld. 
Morning Gorilla Star had written down his requirements about posting advertisements in his comment: Do not copy and paste your ads. I will promote urban novels that have no or only one female protagonist.
Zhang Zian felt relieved when he read these requirements. He was extremely popular with women, and many cute girls were desperately hoping to be his girlfriend. Pi had just hidden this fact while writing the novel based on the life in Zhang Zian's pet shop. Therefore, Pi's novel had managed to meet Morning Gorilla Star's requirements.
Advertising was like sending resumes to hiring managers. The key points of the novel must be written as concisely as possible. What was the highlight of Pi's novel? It certainly wasn't that the protagonist didn't have a girlfriend! 
He typed on his phone: Can I promote my own book? The title of the book is Pet King. The protagonist, who is the owner of a pet shop, downloads a game that can capture elves. Together with the elves, he witnesses the growth of the pet shop. There is no female protagonist in this book. 
He thought it over and added "Currently" in front of the sentence, "There is no female protagonist in this book." Then, he satisfyingly clicked the "Send" button.
After sending the message, Zhang Zian repeatedly refreshed the comment section and anxiously waited for a reply from the reading list owner, just like a job seeker who was constantly refreshing emails and nervously waiting for replies after sending out his resume. Zhang Zian had read the books recommended by Morning Gorilla Star, and all the books were well-written. Perhaps Morning Gorilla Star wouldn't think Pi's novel was good enough. However, Zhang Zian hoped that Morning Gorilla Star, who had read countless books, could at least tell him why Pi's novel failed to be recommended by him. In that case, Zhang Zian could help Pi revise the novel. Zhang Zian was acting like a job seeker who was close to starving to death and desperately needed a job, whatever the job was, to feed himself.
Since it was nearly one o'clock in the morning, the owner had probably gone to bed already. Watching his comment drowning in other comments from authors promoting their own books, Zhang Zian couldn't help but sigh in dismay.
Perhaps he sighed too loud, because Zhang Zian heard a squeaking sound come from the hammock chair. It sounded like Pi had turned over.
He locked his phone screen and waited a little longer. He didn't unlock his phone until there wasn't any more sounds coming from the chair.
What should he do?
He was very sleepy. Should he wait till the reading list owner woke up and try advertising again? 
No, he shouldn't wait. Tomorrow, Pi would receive its first Minor Recommendation Spot. If its novel failed to be ranked in the top three or top four spots, it might never have a chance to receive a recommendation again.
With that thought, he decided to advertise on another reading list. Advertising was just like begging, and as long as he could swallow his pride now, he would gradually become thick-skinned. 
This time, he lowered his expectations by moving his attention from the reading list owners with tens of thousands of followers to ones with hundreds of followers, hoping that some of them hadn't fallen asleep yet.
Zhang Zian noticed that there was one whose ID was Yang Chenkong. In his reading list, Yang Chenkong wrote reviews with thousands of words for each book and offered many thoughtful insights. However, Yang Chenkong only had a mere 3,000 followers. Would it really be useful to advertise in this list?
Zhang Zian desperately went to the comment section. To his surprise, he saw that this reading list owner was still online, discussing his opinions with his friends about a certain book. 
Zhang Zian hadn't read the book that they were talking about. However, from reading their conversation, Zhang Zian felt as if he had read it and learned about its successes and failures. From observing, Zhang Zian could tell that Yang Chenkong was very professional. 
For some reason, the comment section of his reading list was blank and had no advertisements. Zhang Zian chuckled to himself. He could take advantage of this rare opportunity to advertise. 
There were some basic rules of advertising for all reading lists. Unlike like people who put advertisements in bathrooms,  book-promoting advertisements couldn't be randomly posted. Each reading list owner had different requirements for advertisements. For example, Morning Gorilla Star had explicitly stated that he would only recommend novels with no or one female protagonist. Yang Chenkong, however, had a wide range of book choices. Except for supernatural novels, Yang Chenkong basically read every genre. 
However, the most difficult thing was that the list owner didn't specify which book genres he would recommend, and Zhang Zian didn't know how to cater to his preferences. After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Zian rewrote the message that he had sent to Morning Gorilla Star. He deleted the sentence "Currently, there is no female protagonist in this book." He added, "Feel free to read the sample chapters, but don't blame me if you're poisoned (Translator's Note: Read and Poison sound the same in Chinese)," hoping that his self-deprecating tone would draw Yang Chenkong's attention. 
After clicking "Send", he was too tired to repeatedly refresh the comment section as he did before. It was almost half past one in the morning, and he would need to get up early that day.
Putting down his cell phone, Zhang Zian lay down flat on the bed. Soon, he was half-awake and half-asleep, and he would completely fall asleep at any moment. 
In the darkness, Pi had been watching him the whole time. It had barely moved, except to slightly change its posture after its legs started to get numb.
Pi had always known about Zhang Zian's actions. It could tell from Zhang Zian's exhaustion. 
Since Zhang Zian was so tired, it wouldn't matter if he did these things later, right?
Pi opened its mouth and silently imitated the shape of someone saying "thank you."
What?
Zhang Zian thought he heard something. It seemed like someone was talking to him. He barely could open his eyes. His drowsiness was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his eyelids.
He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary. He unlocked his phone screen and saw that it was past two in the morning. 
Since he hadn't logged out from the Qidian app yet, he clicked open Yang Chenkong's comment section, the second reading list owner he advertised on that night, hoping to find Yang Chenkong's review on Pi's novel. However, he found no review, and saw that the advertisement he had posted was gone.
No wonder the comment section was so empty. As it turned out, Yang Chenkong deleted all of the advertisements in his comment section. Zhang Zian's efforts were again all in vain. 
He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He shoved his cell phone under his pillow and fell asleep.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Calmly but nervously, yet feeling faint and dizzy, hovered Berbeck, down the corridors of the Chromotorian experimental station. He was wearing his white, silky gown and had a chest-pocket with all pens and pencils. He had a clipboard in his right hand, a piece of paper clutched in the claws. In his left hand, he had a small battery, green and blue in colour, like a lagoon type of shade. He walked past the flickering lights and some other workers were sitting in the library reading information they could find, and some were relaxing, working heavily in the day, well night as well. No one could tell because they were so deep in the ocean, the only light from the lamps illuminating the place. Berbeck arrived at the Ministers room, and stood outside. He took a deep breath and clutched his hand on the golden shiny door knob, turning it left and pushing open the wooden door. He stepped into a dimly lit room, circled all the way round with no corners. On the walls was shelf upon shelf of books, and engrams. The stone work of the room was as dark as the night sky, and the curved roof was a glass structure, and upon looking up, different sea creatures passed by and choral was beginning to grow off the glass. The desk of the Minister was up high, and Berbeck could not even see the Ministers face. On the desk, was a green shade lamp and a pile of books titled as They Heart Of The Sea' and 'Universe Alike' and also 'theories beyond our human thoughts and minds'. A looming clock hung upon the wall behind the desk, and was ticking awkwardly. It read three ten. Berbeck craned his neck up towards the desk and spoke. 
"Sir.. Minister.. I .. have found something."
The minister stood up, revealing a face with brown wavy hair and green eyes. Wrinkles had just shown in his face, revealing a small bit of age. The Minister spoke back,
"Tell me, whoever you are. I have at least sixty workers coming in here telling me they've found something then just end up showing me a quote from a wrinkly fellow from about a hundred and forty years ago talking about mankind or some crap, so make it snappy."
Berbeck nodded and gestured to him, as if asking whether he was to go up there, or the Minister was to come down to his level. Without hesitation, Berbeck climbed the stone cold stairs up the desk and opened a book to page 45, reading a wording of something interesting. The Minister leaned over to take a look. 

'𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎, 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠. 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐼𝑠. 𝐴. 𝐶𝑙𝑢𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑. 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 -124, 45, 3418, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒. 
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑- 

The Minister looked at Berbecks face. He had a look of confusion and yet interest. The book was just a normal children's fantasy yet kept hand written information. Someone had left this here for a start of a generation. A child.
"Thank you. Let me keep this now, what is your name?" 
"Berbeck."
The Minister took the book with a sturdy hand and placed it down on his desk, reading over the words, analysing everything he could see that was written in the hand writing. Berbeck nodded and walked down the stone stairs and to the door. A smile revealed on the Ministers face. He was one step closer to beginning.

Kai has lived his 13 years of life in the small village of YaoLang and seeks for a better life than the dismal and plain one he abides. But when a girl comes into his life, Ling, he immediately falls in love. After spending days and months with her, drying the soaking misery of his life, he soon finds out the girls secret charm. Ling, the girl he once loved, is not really a girl at all. Instead, she is a dragon.

An Epic Fantasy inspired by Filipino Myth and Culture. This follows the story of unlikely heroes who live in a land writhing in its Time of Malice — a world of rising technology that is only doomed to die, surrounded by darkness and death. Into this time the Heroes of Legend — the Karanduun — return. Will they save the land and liberate it from its doom, or be the ultimate cause of its death?

In order to welcome me into the family....Dad arranged for an official ball party for me after 2 days. They planned out all the arrangements in a few hours and we ladies (as mom called us) went for shopping. We first shopped for grandma's. They got themselves some cute pink and yellow lengha with floral designs (both of the same color and pattern).
Then was mom's turn, I chose for her a little blue colored designer gown with pretty blue butterflies (just like Cinderella).

Next was my turn, for the adults we hardly took half an hour while for me they are still looking even after 3 hours and it was almost 7pm.

I saw a light baby pink colored off-shoulder gown with matching shoes and accessories....I showed it to them and they instantly bought it without looking at the price tag....I almost fainted looking at the price tag, I asked my mom to buy something else but they insisted and bought it right away.

We reached home by 9 because mom wanted some facial creams and took almost an hour inside with me and my grandma's sitting in the waiting area with all the bags and bodyguards. 

I was escorted to my room. It was light yellow in colour with a mini tree house right in the middle along with a lamp on the studying table ,a bunk bed,some books on the book shelves and a small piece of paper on the table.I picked it up and there it was written in a clean and very beautiful handwriting  "Welcome little sis....pleasure in meeting you.Please forgive me for not personally welcoming you as I was sent to Japan for some important study quiz which was in our an activity in our school....I look forward of meeting you at your ball....Lots of love and kisses your brother Sam". 

Sam....Sam....My brother's name was Sam.I wanted to ask my parents all day about my brother's name but didn't have the guts to so I shut my mouth and put the thought at the back of my head.

I was very happy that I was at last gonna meet him....wait so the ball was first only planned. Mom told me that brother had gone somewhere the day before I returned and was gonna come back after 2 days.

Now I was waiting for this days to pass fast so I can meet my elder brother Sam....


 
Angele left the house with the book Adolf gave him and got on a carriage that took him back to the school. A staff member by the entrance of the dorm stopped Angele before he entered the building.
 
“Young Master Angele, here’s a letter for you. Also, a worker left something here for you. Please take all of those with you,” the staff member who looked drunk said. The staff member was a middle-aged man who was a heavy drinker. Angele could barely understand what the man was saying.
 
“Thanks, House.” Angele smiled as he nodded. He headed into a small room by the entrance and took a black bag along with a letter.
 
Angele quickly returned to his room and carefully closed the door. Angele put down the bag and letter. He sat in front of his desk and placed the book he had just gotten on it. He inhaled once and tried to calm himself before he’d start checking the book. Brown was the color of its cover and an earmark was sealed on it. This mark was quite large and was made out of black silk. There was a small line of words written on the bottom-right side that said, “By Buckwill”. The book was thick and heavy, such that it even looked like a large dictionary. It was about 2 to 3 kilograms. Angele collected himself and sat straight before opening the book.
 
‘Zero, start recording the information,’ he thought.
 
‘Recording started.’ The chip started working quickly.
 
There was only one line on the first page: “I am listening…”
 
The words were written in a special manner, which made it slightly hard to read. They looked like special runes, but they were actually just regular Anmag words. It looked like the page had a bunch of tadpoles lined up in the middle. Angele stared at those words and started thinking. He scrunched his eyebrows, remaining at this page for a long time. Dusk was nearly upon him and darkness had begun creeping everywhere. Moonlight poured into the room, dyeing and reflecting light upon everything inside with its pale white hue. The oil lamp on the desk reflected yellow light over Angele’s face. Shadows under his eyes and nose began flickering.
 
Angele finally moved to page 2 after thinking for a long time, but he still scrunched his eyebrows. There was a colorful painting on the second page. It was a noble lady wearing a white one piece and a red round hat. She was sitting in front of a mirror quietly with a gentle demeanor. Her face was fair and beautiful, and it looked like she was staring into Angele’s eyes. The painting itself was vibrant and it made it seem as if the lady was alive. Angele felt something strange about it, so he moved the book closer. He scrutinized the painting such that he could even see the pores on her face.
 
The wind was blowing into the room from outside.
 
DONG! The window made a loud noise as it was blown open. Angele stood up and closed it. He returned and sat down again, looking at the painting. He was surprised because the mouth of the lady in the painting was now slightly opened. He was certain that it was closed before. She stared at Angele, seemingly trying to say something.
 
“I am listening…” Angele was suddenly reminded of the words on page 1 and felt slightly scared. The room was silent and people who were talking outside couldn’t be heard. Even the insects outside had gone silent. The atmosphere in the room felt heavy and constrained.
 
Angele felt goosebumps and instantly put his right hand over the crossguard sword by the side. He sensed danger and thought something was closing in on him.
 
‘Zero, analyze the situation around. Report to me immediately if you find anything wrong,’ Angele ordered.
 
‘Mission established. Analyzing…’ Zero reported. However, the chip didn’t report back to him, so Angele felt relieved. He looked back at the painting, once again becoming surprised. The lady’s mouth was slightly more opened compared before as though she was in pain. She now had a hopeless expression on her face, not staring at Angele anymore. Angele couldn’t see anything in her eyes. Angele felt more goosebumps and also a chill coming from his back.
 
He quickly moved on to the next page.
 
“I am listening…” He saw the words again where it was still in the middle of the page.
 
‘Warning! Strange magnetic field discovered! Please move away from the source! At least 50 meters!’ Suddenly, the chip started giving out warnings.
 
‘You will see a different world from this book if you are qualified to become a Wizard.’ A strange message somehow appeared in Angele’s mind. It wasn’t written in the book, only going straight into Angele’s consciousness.
 
Angele was paralyzed; sweat was all over his face.
 
GA!
 
A black bird that looked like a crow flew by his window and made a strange noise. Angele was still feeling shocked, but he was alerted by the sound. He quickly stood up and wiped off the sweat on his face with his hands. Angele saw his own reflection on the glass of the window. His reflection had white pupils and the mouth was opened as though his reflection was trying to say something. The facial expression of his reflection perfectly depicted that of the lady in the painting.
 
“Damn!” Angele screamed as he pushed the chair down. He bumped the door open and ran out to the hallway. The whole world outside looked strange. Angele felt the loss of balance, and the hallway itself seemed distorted. No one was around, not even any student in the dorm could be seen.
 
‘Your body is currently experiencing an abnormal condition. Your blood flow rate is 3x greater than normal, and your blood vessels are rupturing,’ Zero kept warning.
 
HU!
 
Angele inhaled once, trying to suck air into his lungs. The warning of the chip woke him up. Angele opened his eyes where he found himself sleeping on the book. The window was still open, the wind coming from outside could still be felt by him. Angele was covered in sweat, and he found the wind to be soothing.
 
“I fell asleep?” Angele said as he looked at the book below his chest. He was still on page 1 of the book, the words still quietly lying in the middle of the page.
 
I am listening…
 
“Everything was an illusion?” Angele wondered, so he decided to check the record on the chip.
 
‘Your body is currently experiencing an abnormal condition. Your blood flow rate is 3x greater than normal, and your blood vessels are rupturing.
 
‘Magnetic field has weakened. You are now waking up.
 
‘Radiation energy has disappeared. Magnetic field has disappeared.
 
‘You are having trouble understanding space and time.’
 
“Nope, not a dream,” Angele said.
 
Angele looked at the crystal clock he had bought not too long ago and seen that it was already 9 o’clock in the evening. The words on the book suddenly disappeared and words suddenly appeared in the air. They were blurry in the beginning, but now, Angele could easily read them.
 
‘Congratulations, love. You passed the mental examination of the book,’ it said. The book suddenly started shining with a light akin to a silver water flowing around. Angele could barely see anything from the brightness. The light stayed for about 5 seconds before disappearing.
 
Angele opened his eyes once again and looked at the book on his desk. The cover of the book change, though the color did not. Many strange runes appeared in the middle of the cover and the earmark was no longer there. Under the runes was a black door shaking slightly. Angele could even hear the noise it created; it felt like watching a 3D movie on Earth.
 
The color of the cover was still brown, but the material seemed to have changed. Angele had mixed feelings about this and was hesitant. The illusion he had experienced warned him on how dangerous the book was. However, the book was the only clue he had about the Wizards, so he didn’t want to give it up. Angele could now hear the noises of people talking and doors opening and closing from the hallway. He slowly calmed down as he sought solace in such an environment. It was the dorm he was familiar with.
 
‘Zero, check the book and tell me if it’s still dangerous,’ Angele thought.
 
‘Analysis beginning… Item unknown. Danger unknown. Please proceed with caution.’ Hearing Zero’s report made Angele hesitate again. He turned the book to its second page. Nothing happened, but the painting of the lady had disappeared. Instead, Angele saw a page full of words. There was a title on top of the page, which told Angele of what the book actually was.
 
‘This is just a starter meditation handbook.’
 
Following the title, it said:
 
‘This book will help you lay the foundation. If you want more, head to Marilodan. I heard that the market there would open every 50 years. I just don’t want to write down high-level skills in this one as I’m still researching. For your own safety, I suggest you do not attempt to touch the high-level meditation handbooks.’
 
The words were written in Anmag language, which made it surprisingly easy for Angele to understand.


Ye Song, who once lived in a technologically-advanced world, died and reincarnated into a noble teenager’s body in another world.
A fantasy world filled with magic!
A series of events filled with tragedy, action, etc. began to unfold one after the other when he fatefully encountered one of the most guarded secrets of this world, obtaining the legendary power of Wizards.
Watch how he reaches unreachable heights as a powerful Wizard in this new world.
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Release Rate: 7 Chapters/Week; One each day. 
P.S. This has become a serious problem so I have to put it in the synopsis: First, I would like to thank everyone who spends their time reading this book. Second, I just want to say that this is not a WMW (Warlock of the Magus World) copy. TWW finished two years before WMW started. 

A lone house in Nightmare Realm, a lit candle or oil lamp.
Is there someone, or… is it Sunders? No, can't be.
Of course he wasn't going to walk to the house and knock on the door. Traps, monsters… there were more than enough things that could get him killed. The house might not be one of the "red zones" mentioned by Sunders, yet Angor wouldn't trust Sunders' info too much because he just ran into something unknown. Nothing in Nightmare Realm followed common senses.
He carefully approached the house and planned to check through the window first. What if it were really Sunders in there?
He floated to the window, and the moment he touched the ground, he felt pain on his back. Even though his soul could not be "physically" damaged by the fall, but that accident still hurt him quite badly.
Without thinking too much about the pain on his back, he peeked through the window. Using the faint light, he saw a small flower pot placed on the ledge of the window. There was trellis in the pot but whatever that needed it had withered away.
Then he looked further into the room. From his position, the only thing he could see was a simple desk and the wall on the opposite side.
The desk had nothing other than a lamp, while a painting was hung on the wall.
To be precise, it was a Victorian oil painting.
Angor was very puzzled to see such a delicate painting lodged inside an expensive-looking golden frame in a simple wooden cottage that looked like a farmer's home. The decoration did not fit in with the environment in many aspects.
The painting showed a castle stood silently at night, whereas the lone moon shone brightly.
Something told him that the painting contained useful clues, but when he looked more carefully, he felt an unknown fear crawling on his spine that told him to immediately look away.
Startled, he stepped away from the window until the house was hidden behind the thick mist again. He was glad that all the mist helped him stay well and hidden.
Next, he turned around and decided to head somewhere else. Most of the space in the strange house could be observed from the window, which meant Sunders wasn't there. Unless of course, for some reason, the gentleman chose to hide in one of the blind spots.
It was when Angor was well away from the house did he finally remember Sunders' words and checked the scrolls on him.
He reached inside his clothes and had no problem taking out the packed-up scrolls. However, something was not right—the scrolls felt too light.
After practicing and using the sequence of gravity, he was very sensitive to the weights of different objects. He was sure the scrolls looked exactly like before, yet he couldn't feel anything in his hand at all.
Next, he saw that the runes that were drawn on the scrolls were obscured, which meant that the scrolls couldn't be used.
So I can't bring items to Nightmare Realm after all?
He checked his bracelet next, which was "fake" in a similar way.
In fact, everything that he had on wasn't solid—His clothes, his necklace, and all the other miscellaneous stuff that he had.
But didn't my tablet start up just fine last time?
He immediately regretted his decision of placing the hologram tablet inside his bracelet before coming here. Now that his bracelet wasn't working, he had no way to tell whether the tablet was able to function.
Defeated, he decided to keep walking.
It wasn't long before he saw another building—a wooden house with firelight coming from the window. It looked no different than the last one.
Did I accidentally move backward in the mist??
He kept moving forward without minding the house. He wished to find one of the "safe houses" as soon as possible.
Soon, he ran into the lone cottage for the third time, and he was getting really stressed out.
Sunders mentioned something about how the mist in Witch's Town could intentionally lead people to different locations, and that he only needed to keep trying until he reached somewhere safe. 
What happened to the "guidance"?
Angor didn't believe the mist could take him to the same place three times in a row… unless something "wanted" him to come here.
He headed back into the mist again to make sure, and when he looked at the same house for the fourth time, he was unhappy as his assumption was right. This time, he wanted to see who or what kept dragging him here.
Determined, he moved to the door and pushed it open. It was not locked.
The layout in the house was not much different from what he saw earlier. A bed, a desk, a flower pot without plants, a lit oil lamp, and a painting that was out of place.
After making sure that the room had no hidden compartments or hatches to the underground, he stepped to the oil painting and watched it with a frown.
It still showed the beautiful castle shrouded in the moonlight. Yet something was not quite right. 
Are there fewer trees beside the castle? I can't really remember…
He didn't memorize the painting earlier because of the strange fear that suddenly intruded his mind. The same feeling just came again, but he chose to keep looking.
Nothing happened.
He had no choice but to leave the cottage since there was nothing else to see here.
It was as if the house was fooling him by telling him that something was there, yet there wasn't.
He wondered if he could finally get back onto the "right track" since he already explored the weird house. With that in mind, he activated his sequence of gravity and moved a great distance.
Then his lips twitched when he saw what was coming.
"Not leaving me alone, eh?" 
He planned to take off and check the sky next. The house probably didn't know how to fly.
But something caught his attention.
The door of the house was closed. However, he clearly remembered that he did not close the door when he left.
Sunders did say that everything in Nightmare Realm, both live and dead ones, could revert to their original states, while the time they needed to do so would depend on how "powerful" they were. Common objects would return to where they were faster, while items that held power were slower.
But I only left the house ten seconds ago… I spent several minutes inside the house and the door did not close on itself.
So is the mist actually taking me to different houses that looked the same?
He entered the cottage to check again, and still, he did not find anything worth noticing.
Unless…
What about the painting?
His instincts told him that if there were differences, he should find them in this particularly strange painting.
He tried to memorize the whole picture as clearly as possible last time, which helped him quickly locate a small detail.
The location of the "viewer" was slightly off.
Compared to the last painting, the angle of view for this painting moved a bit closer to the castle. Several trees on the last painting's edge could no longer be seen on this one as they were left outside the boundary.
…
It seemed the mist insisted on messing up Angor's route. No matter where he moved, he always ended up at the strange cottage. He was now visiting it for the tenth time.
Also, he noticed that the "view" of the painting kept getting closer to the center, which was exactly what he guessed earlier. The castle that was originally a background landmark in the entire drawing grew bigger until it almost took up all the space.
There was nothing wrong so far. Angor expected something to happen when the painting finally reached the castle's door, just like how he entered the fairytale world in the bunny's book when he read it. 
Perhaps I'll go to the castle for real in the end?
He couldn't prove his idea for now. Also, he didn't wish to proceed on this unknown path that was manipulated by something unknown, so he stopped checking the painting and went for the sky next, even if it meant running into monsters.


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

As the commencement of the tournament echoed throughout the coliseum; one of the gems carried by each participant glowed and floated up, then it crashed towards the wall and a stone arch emerged from the wall.
The gem's position was on the topmost part of the arch. The glow then began to disappear and reappear in a pattern, as if it's a pulsating heart.
Symbols surfaced from the stone arch as the pulsating glow travelled from top to bottom like blood flowing out of a heart, circulating towards the different parts of the body.
A spark appeared and the part of the wall within the stone arch liquified and turned into a portal.
"Whoa." James couldn't help but express his amazement by the sight, "Mr. Allen, you will go through that to enter the first round?"
"Yes." Allen nodded.
"I wonder what is inside that portal." The kid murmured.
Without replying, Allen then dropped his satchel beside the portal. It was unallowed to bring in any kinds of object, aside from clothes of course. If anybody tried to do so, the portal would repel them back.
As Allen entered, the portal dispersed into nothingness.
***
The first round would be mainly for elimination.
In this round, each of the contestants would be presented 101 books. Each book has 1,000 images of countless varieties of plants, making a total of 100,000 images of plants to be filled up of their description.
The requirement to pass this round is to obtain a total of 40,000 points. How were they to be calculated?
There were 101 books, however, each of them also has different kinds of difficulties which could be determined through their covers.
The easiest to fill up were the 35 white books. Each of the images filled up with the right description would be 1 point. Making it a total of 35,000 points.
Next would be the 45 purple books. It would be 3 points per each image successfully answered. Making it a total of 135,000 points.
The third type of book would be the red ones. There were 20 of them and each of the plant rightfully solved would give one 20 points. Which was a total of 400,000 points.
Lastly, there was the single black book, with each of the plants drawn within it would be worth 40 points if correctly answered. Making it a perfect total of 40,000 points.
It was also the most difficult book.
All of the participants were teleported to another separate single tall chambers. Allen looked at the towers of stocked books, then he glanced at a single desk and chair with a working lamp on top of it.
He also noticed that his strength was suppressed to the point he could be considered as a normal human after he entered the room.
Although his strength was generally clamped down to a nil; his senses weren't fully suppressed and noticed that his speed was much faster, or rather, the time was slower in the room. The slowness of time was a familiar sensation to Allen, he had encountered it before in the Mount Watchtower and inside his consciousness where the Erchian Dagger resided.
Allen walked around the room first. He searched all around before picking up a book.
It was the black book.
He proceeded to the desk, sat down, and opened the book.
***
Meanwhile, in the other rooms Dorothy, Gavin, and a few others also picked up the black book and opened its first page.
As it was a single black book. A lot of them thought that it was best to answer it first because it would also provide the most points.
On its first page, they all saw a drawing of a blue lotus flower, it was so realistic as if they could feel the coldness that the real flower would emanate just from the drawing.
"Blizzard Crown Lotus?" All of them recognized the said plant.
***
"This is so easy!"
***
"Isn't this supposed to be in the white books?" Said a baffled old man.
***
"Talk about free 40 points." Another contestant clicked his tongue in surprise.
***
They all wrote the Blizzard Crown Lotus' description, from its petals towards its stems, its possible origin, even minor information such as its other variant names, etc.
As soon as they finished writing each and every one of its definition, the page glowed, signifying they successfully obtained 40 points.
Majority of the people who initially tried the black book was taken aback by the ease of the first image.
As they were about to turn to the next page, the scene before them changed to a dark frozen snowing wasteland.
***
"Oh no.", Gavin said as he unconsciously stood up, after he did so, the desk and the chair along with everything else on top of it disappeared out of thin air.
"This wasn't written in the gems!"
***
Allen realized what was happening. He tried to sense internal energy within his body but he noticed that it was still suppressed.
It was also the same occurrence with the contestants who answered the black book. Some of them began cursing themselves for their stupidity, while others started to ran towards in different directions as soon as it occurred.
If somebody could watch the people who wrote on the black book, they'd be laughing from a number of the contestant's reaction.
Allen sensed something that set its sight on him, he slowly turned around and saw several blue eyes watching him under the blanket of darkness. The eyes made it seem like their possessor was some sort of a dangerous primordial beast.
A high-pitched screeched emanating coldness and destitute sounded out from the direction of the eyes. Allen ran towards the opposite direction, while running away, he looked behind him to see nothing but empty darkness.
Due to the heavy snowfall along with the suppression of his strength, Allen's line of sight was reduced tremendously.
"Mmmmhmm…" The monster behind him suddenly could be heard moaning, just after the moans the area around Allen became even colder, and he felt that the cold started to creep in his body and began corrupting it.
Allen felt the sensation was familiar and he determined what it was, "Magic Frostbite."
Ice gradually formed on his skin, beginning from his feet and from his hands. As his internal energy was suppressed, he couldn't put up a fight against the power that was corrupting his body.
A few moments of running later, he spotted a glowing dot from afar. Allen immediately turned towards the direction where the dot was and sprinted.
Suddenly, he heard the sounds of something piercing through the air from the sky behind him. Numerous icicles rained down on him from above.
The icicles hit the ground, and exploded into little bits of sharp ice which increased the danger of just being near them.
However, where he could he hide from them in this plain of snow?
There were short explosions every time those projectiles touch the ground. Allen carefully yet also hastily dodged the icicles and their remaining bits.
The ground began shaking and shaking more intensively. Allen knew that the monster was getting closer and closer towards him.
The rain of icicles stopped. At the same time, several blue eyes emerged from the darkness behind Allen. The distance between him and the eyes shortened by each second that passed.
As the blue eyes arrived several meters away from Allen, the glowing dot from afar became even brighter and a ball of fire shot out from it.
-boom-
"EEEK…"
The ball of fire hit the monster. Allen made a short glance of the beast behind him, and saw a giant multi-eyed four-legged beast.
The eyes were on some sort of giant petals which were emitting a faint bluish light. The petals were located at the foremost front of the monster's body, and in the part of the body where the petals were attached at was a mouth with numerous teeth made of ice.
In addition, due to the light that the ball of fire provided, Allen also spotted the beast's exposed spine on its back.
But Allen didn't waste a single chance that the monster was hindered by the fireball. With everything he got, he ran towards the source of the fire.
When the dot of light was already as big as his fist from his perception. He stumbled in an area devoid of snow. Unlike the snowy wasteland, grass and other kinds of plants were healthily growing.
The Magic Frostbite dispersed from his body. Allen searched all around himself for injuries and saw a small portion of his arm near the elbow was pierced by an ice shard. He then removed the shard right out of his arm without any hitch, leaving behind a holed sleeve soaked in blood.
He looked back from the direction from where he came from, and saw nothing but only darkness and heavy snowfall.
Allen sat down at the grassy ground. He knew that the monster wouldn't dare come closer to this location, if it could, he would've already been gobbled up by it.
After resting for a few minutes, he stood back up and discarded his already tattered cloak. He might not have been hit from all the monster's icicle attacks, but his clothes weren't given any mercy.
He approached the dot of light he spotted earlier, which was actually on the tower.
On top of the tower was a pulsating energy, the same energy that kept the cold at bay on the boundaries of its aura.
Vines and other invasive plants grew near the tower's base, extending upwards.
However, the most important thing now was that his internal energy in here wasn't fully suppressed unlike on the outside. Nevertheless, the energy wasn't enough to trigger his regeneration abilities.
He circled around the tower and sighted a furnace and other tools for creating pills and elixirs on the other side.
He knew what he had to do as soon as his sighted the alchemic tools.
Allen sat down in front of the tools and landed a glimpse on the energy on the tower.
The energy was slowly dissipating.
If it fully dissipated, the protection it was giving off would also die off.
Time was of essence; without delay, Allen stood up and gathered plants and herbs to concoct the needed pills and elixirs.
 

A few days before his little brother's birthday, Allen Morgan, only a 13 year-old, was almost caught by the guards after he was seen thieving pockets.

In a bid to escape their eyes, he entered a tavern, but little did he know that action would forever change the course of his life.

He wanted to be rich for his family. Did he obtain it?

He rooted for his father to understand him. Was he successful in that endeavor?

He wanted his little brother to have a good life. Did he even get it?

In order to acquire them, he chose between the betterment of his life or of others. Did he regret it? Or did those choices lead him to something worse?

His mother, nowhere to be found.

His father, might as well consider him a good-for-nothing.

Himself, in a state of oblivion.

Follow Allen in his journey, in a world where he began to ruin many people's lives. Would he care about them? Would he be indifferent? Or be one of them?

...

Additional Info: Next daily release will PROBABLY be during summer vacation.

Additional Info 2: Currently editing chapters [again]. I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors as I'm not a fluent English writer. In addition, there are some slightly important things changes to them which would have an affect later on in the story.

Additional Info 3: Removed some tags, I considered them as indirect spoilers and would add them later on through the story.

-C_M

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