  Keldon's hands shivered. He crunched back another coffee bean, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath as he let his gaze wander over the soil and rusted steel of his surroundings.
  He'd given up on sleep tonight, it just wasn't happening.
  The morning light pulled up over the horizon, casting bands of orange tint over the cool morning dew. But even the sunshine hadn't been able to break the spell of weight that bogged down Keldon.
  He'd wandered back to the campsite after the horrifying encounter last night, jumping like a rabbit at every creak and whistle. What lies had he taken? What truth did the monster want to steal from him?
  Keldon bounced his foot on its heel and fidgeted with the scarf that Deat- Yan rather, had given him. It was silky and soft. A fleeting comfort during the still night. Every bump in the night had already chased away any hopes he wanted of peaceful rest.
  "Too much…" murmured Keldon.
  Too much to think about.
  The Grand Academy. His scribe entrance exams. Final calamity. The monster. Truths. Lies. Mastering the Names. Returning the names. Returning the Master of Names. And that's just a start, he hadn't even thought about what he was going to even do once he'd gotten to the Grand Academy and how he was going to avoid The Divine once he was there.
  Creeping laughter burbled up from his chest as Keldon found himself giggling.
  "hah…haha….HAahahah!"
  It was a painful laugh. The kind of tension release that one only drew on when they came face-to-face with overwhelming pressure and bearing mountains. Honestly, what else was there even to do? He just let his laughter embrace the sheer absurdity of it all.
  Moments later, after giggling himself to cramped cheeks and a painful stomach, catharsis pulled him into its insane bliss. It pushed his mind away from its swirls and worries, helping Keldon clear his thoughts.
  First thing's first. He needed to make it to the Grand Academy in time for his entrance exams. There was nothing else he could reasonably plan until he knew for certain he'd have access to one of the largest banks of information on the continent. Everything else, he could hold off on until later.
  A familiar cooing, however, interrupted Keldon's thoughts as the serenity of the was shattered by Darian's alarm clock cuckooing into the morning air.
  There was a ruffling of blankets underneath the caravan as Darian woke up with a thump and a crunch.
  "Hooo-WEE! Can't wait to rabble me up some breakfast!" said Darian, in a muffled voice.
  Darian crawled out from underneath the cart and popped up like a jack-in-the-box. He bounced with a spring in his step, shuffling over to the back of the cart and turning off the alarm.
  "Goodest of Mornings Keldon! The early bear gets the bee spit am I right?"
  "Morning Darian, you okay?" said Keldon, doing his best to seem chipper.
  "Just peachy! why do you ask?" asked Darian.
  "Sounds like you hit it pretty hard."
  "Happens every morning. It's why I keep my leftover eggshells tied to the bottom of the cart to soften the blow."
  "Right. Whatever works I guess, glad to hear you're okay," said Keldon.
  Darian paused for a moment, letting his eyes linger on Keldon as the sweat of tension built up underneath his clothes.
  "Something the matter?" asked Darian.
  "What? No. Nothing's the matter. I'm great. What…what makes you say that?" stammered Keldon.
  "You reek of thoughts," said Darian, plugging his nose. "Gross thoughts too."
  Keldon raised an eyebrow, lifting up his armpits to take a whiff. His nose wrinkled at the pungent smell, remembering that he hadn't taken a bath in weeks.
  "Sorry, I'll wash up in a second. When are we leaving for the capital by the way?" asked Keldon, forcing the point.
  "Uncle Darian, when's breakfast?" asked Clara, interrupting their conversation and sneaking up behind the two of them.
  Was it just his imagination or did Clara seem a little more… childish than usual? Her posture was relaxed, and she clutched a wool blanket close to her chest, bright-eyed like a normal kid for once.
  "Oh well Oh my, what a pleasant surprise! Glad to see you here today!" said Darian.
  "It'll be out in a minute dear," called Sims.
  He scampered down from his tree branch, scuttling up beside Clara as he placed his hand on her back. Sims put himself between Clara and Keldon, blocking his view of her as Sims led Clara back to the caravan.
  "Why don't we do Uncle Darian and our new friend here a favor and help get some ingredients set up, hm? The lad seems rather antsy to get going after all," said Sims.
  "I can help," said Keldon instinctively.
  Sims turned around to Keldon with an exaggerated flourish of the hands and shook his head.
  "Now now, it wouldn't be proper to strong-arm our guest into doing our dirty work. You go wash up as I take of things," said Sims.
  "Yep Yep!" exclaimed Clara as she peeked out with a grin behind Sims.
  A pressed smile crossed Sims' face, yanking Clara back behind him as he hurried her towards the caravan.
  "Someone's quite energetic this morning. How about we put that spring to good use hm? Our friend looks rather worn out after all," said Sims.
  "But I- "said Keldon.
  "Ah-bupup, I'll be having none of it. We'll be done in a split," said Sims, waving his hand back in elegant nonchalance.
  "Well… if you insist," said Keldon.
  Keldon's mood dipped. Was it that easy to tell he wasn't feeling his best? He stroked his hands through his messy brown hair, hoping to make himself seem a bit more presentable. But Darian must have noticed something was off as he extended a hand and a gentle smile to Keldon.
  "How about after you clean up, you give me some help with the coffee," said Darian with a warm grin.
  Keldon hesitated for a second before reaching out to grasp Darian's hands as he was hoisted up with little effort.
  "If it's coffee we're talking about, I've got just the thing," said Keldon.
#
  "More butter Clara?" asked Sims.
  She shook her head, nibbling on a slice of plain toast. After helping with breakfast, it looked like Clara had spent up all her pent-up energy. Her usual stoic self had returned, accompanied by the usual solemnity that came with her stiff personality.
  To his left, Darian was trying his best not to heave, his face contorted into disgust.
  "So, what do you think?" asked Keldon, stifling a chuckle.
  "Terrible. I'd rather eat uncooked boulderwheat in watermelon tea," said Darian.
  Keldon let out a shy laugh, grinding the rich grit of roasted coffee in the back of his teeth. He held out the bag of coffee beans towards Darian, teasing him a bit as he waggled the bag in a taunt.
  "Any more?" asked Keldon.
  "Certainly," said Darian, taking another fistful and stuffing his mouth.
  "Oh, sorry, I was just messing with you. You don't actually have to have anymore," said Keldon.
  But Darian choked back the coffee beans as tears watered in his eyes. His face had scrunched up like a prune and yet, despite his obvious displeasure, he continued to choke down the coffee beans, going in for a third handful.
  "I am a keeper of the breakfast arts. It is my duty to respect and honor ALL breakfast traditions. No matter how disgusting they may be," said Darian. "Don't mean I gotta like 'em though."
  Keldon raised his eyebrows in appreciation. Guess there was more devotion to the silliness than he'd originally thought.
  "I'm going to go wash my mouth out," said Darian, swallowing down the last of the coffee beans and limping away.
  Keldon gave him a nod, returning to his breakfast.
  Keldon had another spoonful of cinnamon oatmeal, letting himself forget the stress of everything for a few blissful moments when out of the corner of his eye, Keldon caught Sims' staring at him.
  The two of them made eye contact for a brief second as Sims' gaze flicked away.
  "Again," thought Keldon. Was it just his mind playing tricks on him or was there really something so noticeable about his change?
  Keldon kept eating, hoping it was just his imagination. However, twice more, he caught Sims' eyes wandering in his direction.
  Finally, he put down his food.
  "Something wrong?" asked Keldon.
  "Hm?" said Sims', pretending to be blissfully unaware.
  "You keep looking at me," said Keldon.
  "Well, I…," said Sims.
  "First time I've ever heard him stutter his words like that," thought Keldon.
  "You can tell me anything you know? I won't be offended," said Keldon.
  Sims paused for a moment, before letting his eyes fall to the scarf on Keldon's neck.
  "That scarf you're wearing. It seems to be made of an exquisite weave. If it's not too much trouble, would you do me the honor of allowing me to admire the craftsmanship?" asked Sims, pointing at the scarf Yan had gifted him.
  A flash of panic made Keldon freeze up for a second before he forced himself to put on a smile, gingerly pulling it off his neck and handing the scarf to Sims. There shouldn't be anything weird with the scarf, he thought. He didn't want to attract anymore suspicion if he could help it. Though, admittingly, he didn't do a particularly good job of that. Lying was never his strong suit.
  Sims held out two hands, not making any motion to take the scarf from Keldon as he placed the scarf with care into Sims' callused hands. A glimmer of light reflected off Sims' dark eyes as he admired the handiwork, running his fingers through the fabric with reverence.
  "My word… A perfectly balanced beat. And these Selvages! Graceful weaves, immaculate warp, and practically flawless sequencing."
  And as if his words of praise weren't enough, Sims's face knotted with complicated emotions and he actually began to cry. He flicked away a tear of joy from the corner of his eye as he handed Keldon back his scarf as Keldon wrapped it back around his neck, a stiff expression crawling onto his face.
  "So, um… that's good?"
  "Good? Merely good is an insult. The word masterpiece would barely even be able to give that caliber of craftsmanship the respect it deserves! Isn't that right Clara."
  Clara gave a quiet nod of appreciation, having seemed to return to her typical stoic self.
  "Keldon, if I may be so discourteous, I would be honored to purchase this scarf from you. I can offer you two- no three thousand deniers!"
  Electricity shot through Keldon. That was more money than he'd ever made working at the Hissings! He could buy a whole two-story house to himself and live comfortably for years!
  "Th-three thousand bronze Deniers?!" asked Keldon.
  "Bronze Deniers?" asked Sims, shooting Keldon a puzzled look.
  Suddenly, he broke out in a boisterous howl, doubling over as he clenched his stomach, wrinkling his suit. He took a handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiping away the tear at the corner of his eye as heat flushed Keldon's cheeks.
  Did he mean demi-deniers instead?
  "Oh Keldon, you've never mentioned that you were such a comedian!" said Sims.
  "Was that too much?"
  Sims erupted in another howl, nearly stumbling over onto the ground as he placed a hand on his chair, slowing his laugh down to a wheeze.
  "You're simply too much," said Sims. "But yes, three thousand gold deniers, with room for negotiations of course."
  He nearly fell off his chair himself. His head swooned as he tried to even mentally wrap his head around the concept of so much money.
  However, as much fun as it was to dream about that level of wealth. He was confident that Death hadn't gifted him the scarf to pawn it off. He took a deep breath to compose himself.
  "Sorry Sims. It's not for sale," said Keldon.
  "I see. A shame, but completely understandable. If I were you, I wouldn't want to part with such a masterpiece even for every Denier in Kharburn," said Sims. "If you don't mind, could you tell me where I'd be able to commission a piece for myself?"
  Keldon looked down at the scarf around his neck, thinking about what he could possibly tell Sims.
  "It was a gift. From a friend," said Keldon.
  A look of disappointment flashed Sims' face as he shifted his expression to understanding, crossing his arms over his chest with a knowing nod.
  "Simply another reason as to why you wouldn't be willing to part with it," said Sims. "Even a masterpiece needs to be worn. Say no more, I won't speak of it again."
  A warmth filled Keldon's chest, grateful for Sim's graciousness. He thought about all the nasty lots he'd run into over the years, offering up a small thanks to who he could only imagine was Lady Fate for their meeting.
  "Salutations chummies, what's so funny?" asked Darian, coming back from gargling his mouth.
  "Oh, nothing Darian. Just chatting about the joys of a magnum opus and the theoretical value of a human relationship."
  Darian immediately shoved his fingers in his ears, as he hollered at the top of his lungs, shattering the tranquil morning atmosphere. He whipped around and sprinted straight, putting as much distance between the three of them as he could. Sims chuckled, turning to Keldon.
  "Shall we get going then?" asked Sims.
  Keldon's face lit up with anticipation, looking at his scarf with nervous curiosity. He had barely taken the first step and already he'd found a world leagues beyond his comprehension. A terrified excitement twinged at him inside and he dared to wonder, what sights and feelings the winding path would gift, or curse, with him next.

The modern world of magic has moved on. Magic of old no longer allowed in the new age. Deemed too barbaric for the contemporary world, magic skills and formulae have taken the country of Idraver by storm and with their arrival, heralding in a new age of magic.
Decades later, a young man named Keldon, born without the ability to use skills, begins to experience strange dreams, and with them came the return of an ancient magic. Given an impossible task, what do his newfound powers mean?

Or is their return merely a signal for the beginning of the final end.



"This outfit looks cool! Why does it look like this for me?" Simone's eyes widened with wonders. She stopped for a second to appreciate her outfit. 

"Simone, maybe we can talk about this later." Beth shook her head, grabbed Simone by the wrist, and pulled her towards, shielding her from the approaching color blobs. It was not the best time to ask any more questions. "Now, let's concentrate on getting rid of all those color blob monsters." 

"Sure thing, Beth, let me just try my weapon first." 

Simone took her microphone out and lay it on her palm. The handle of the microphone was painted with vibrant patterns. A golden lining made it even fancier. At the end of the handle, there was a rectangular button. Curious about what that was for, Simone took in a deep breath and pressed it. 

The moment that the button was activated, the tip at the end of the microphone popped out, and a string of mist shot out from the tip, blurring Simone's view with dispersed shades in the air. As the mist touched the color blob monsters, some of the blobs changed into darker colors and died down in the air. 

"Ah, I know. It changes the properties of those monsters..." Simone muttered to herself. 

"Simone, I will be mainly attacking the monsters drawing things with my pen, and you will be weakening them with your microphone. Is that okay?" Beth gave Simone a shoutout of what she could do. 

"Yee!" 

"Jules! Be careful with yourself, as well." 

Julianna nodded, but she didn't run away. Some of the blobs slipped away under her sight and went after audiences. Noticing that the crowds started descending into a muddle, she quickly went offstage to direct people to leave the runway. 

With Simone gaining her magic, the runway show was now Beth and Simone's stage. Now, their utmost emergency became getting rid of the two voodoo dolls with floating blonde and brunette hair. Simone waved and made faces to the blonde doll, grabbing its attention to her, and provoking its anger. Seeing Simone's face, the doll went chasing her, which gave Beth the perfect opportunity to strike it from the back. She quickly doodled some lines that shot out like meteors to the doll. As soon as the lines fell down at the doll, some holes appeared on its body, slowing down its movement in front of Simone. 

Now I just need to aim for its heart! Beth changed the pen into her arrow again, and shoot her last shot to the doll. Just as she wished for, the arrow pierced through the doll's heart. It stopped in front of Simone and burst into a pile of golden liquid. However, the brunette doll was there. To get rid of the brunette doll, Simone pressed down her button and dashed stripes of mists into it. Within several minutes, it died down on the stage as well. With the two dolls disappearing, many of the other color blobs faded away as well. 

Some of the remaining audiences raised their head and returned to their seats. They knew that the situation was going to be contained soon. 

"And now, the GRAND FINALE!" 

Both girls gave the remaining the last kick with will all their might and courage. With their joined forces, The last monster squeaks and disappears. 

"Phew...I did it." Simone chuckled with a tired expression on her face. 

"Simone, you did it! Also, you look great in your dress." 

"Thank you, Beth!" 

"Beth, is that what you meant by magic? Now I believe in what you said." Julianna walked towards the two girls. 

"Yes, Jules, and now, Simone has it as well!" 

"I am very sorry about the disturbance today halfway through the show and what it has caused to all of you. Therefore, since the runway show is not resumed, there will be no winners for the show this year." The host walked towards the stage and spread an announcement. "Instead, every participant of the show will get a special opportunity, which I will send it to all of you via email this week! I am glad that no one got hurt from the incident and special thanks to Beth, Simone, and Julianna for getting rid of it!" 

"Yeah, we did it!" 

Happiness burst in the air as Beth, Simone, and Julianna high five each other, sharing an earnest smile. 

✨ 

Walking out of the stadium, the three girls saw Paige and Jade. They were standing by the crossroads, looking emotionless. 

"Beth Clementine, thank you for rescuing us today. But we still don't like you. We are happy that both of us didn't win--you have rigged magic which helped you get a place. Also, what were those monster things?" 

"I think they are monsters that represent your deep emotions..." 

Oh my gosh, I shouldn't have said this. 

"Simone, if those monsters reflect what you are thinking, then it's better that we don't hang out with you again." Paige and Jade walked away from Simone. "There's no need for a friend like you. We admired you so much only to find out that you secretly disliked us." 

Upon hearing what Paige and Jade said, Simone awkwardly frowned and blinked. 

"Simone, maybe it's better not to care about them anymore," Beth said. 

"Maybe you are right, Beth. And thanks for helping me with my magic and protecting me." 

"Hey, Simone, if you don't mind, would you like to hang out with Jules and me from now on? Jules can come off as tough sometimes, but she is a great friend and an interesting person." 

"Thank you, Beth," Julianna said. 

"That's great! Beth, you can call me Sims." 

"Cool! Sims..." 

"On the other hand, can I call you Bee?" 

"It sounds cutesy. I guess maybe...?" 

"Right! Bee, Sims, and Jules make the best group!" Simone was very excited. "Also, you guys literally look like soulmates, and your outfits match each other so well! you guys are such the embodiment of this theme 'A romantic night out.'" 

"You know that I am right, Jules! You are my partner in crime!" 

The three girls immersed themselves in happy chatters under this bright Laurel night. Beth looked up at the sky--it was serene and bright. A dozen of stars were visible in the sky despite that the countless city lights in Laurel had already illuminated it. Her heart resonated with the stars, as though they were communicating with her through their lively blinking. A mixed feeling of happiness, relief, anger, frustration, and passion arose in her. She thought about her first experiences at Laurel Prep and all her ups and downs during the process of the runway show. Her first encounter with Julianna. Her first taste of magic. Her changing attitude towards Simone. Those memories were still vivid in her mind and became part of her own Laurel journey. 

With her eyes closed, she could still hear the lingering heartfelt touches of laughter from Julianna and Simone. 

She recited a letter to her parents from her heart, hoping that they could know that she had been well. 

She was ready for new adventures. 

Dear mom and dad, Things were not easy at Laurel Prep. But in the end, I got to see a larger world as a small-town girl. 

Laurel prep taught me a lot to work hard and learn from my peers. 

Besides that, I met Jules and Simone, which are my two best friends now. One day, I hope I will introduce you guys to them. I know that you didn't encourage me to be a fashion designer, but I believe I will prove my ability and dream to you in the future. 

When you are reading this, I hope you also take some time looking at the stars and the bright moon. It's interesting to think that though we are far apart, we all came from the faraway stars and share the same starlight. 

Aren't those dazzling stars beautiful? 

Ah, today is such a 'romantic night out.'

Beth is a fashion designer wannabe who unexpectedly got accepted into one of the best prep schools in the nation. She is creative and ambitious but secretly struggles with balancing being herself and conforming to people around her. One day, she suddenly found herself gaining the ability to see emotional turmoil as monsters and transforming to her idealized image of self to fight them off, along with five other girls. However, their magic comes with a price--it feeds on their emotional state and will lead to mental destruction if they indulge in it. To return back to their normal lives, they had to fight their deepest pain and insecurities and gradually grow out of them.

The third upperclassman whom the gothic girl pummeled with the metal bat, quietly stood up, ready to pounce on her from behind, to take her by surprise.
 
However, as soon as he made the leap…
 
Sling!
 
Splatter!
 
…without even looking back, the Valkyrie swung her sword behind her, letting blood and body parts fall on the ground.
 
"However… he is not a smart one and his two little accomplices are going to join him…" eerily smiled the self-proclaimed Valkyrie.
 
"We… we had no part of that… he acted on his own and he paid the price for his arrogance… please, have mercy upon us," Filip knelt down and pleaded to the pink-haired girl. He knew that they are too weak compared to the gothic chick.
 
However, the blessed subordinate of Odin had enough of the yapping of the lesser beings. With her status, she would not give face even if a higher demon pleaded to her, much less a demon follower who is still wet behind the ears.
 
Sling!
 
Spulch!
 
The girl thrust her short sword into Filip's head as he prostrated to her hoping for mercy…
 
"You! You… are a monster… can't you least give him a dignified end…" stuttered Ramon, his whole body was shivering at the sight of two of his peers brutally murdered. Filip was the one who opened the world of higher beings to Ramon.
 
At that time, he was thrilled to know that in the shadow of human society exists a fantastical reality of supreme and mythological beings. However, now he is regretting his decision of getting involved in the brutal world of the mystics. If Ramon could go back in time, he would have steered clear of the hidden bloody world.
 
Sadly, there is no medicine for regret…
 
Valkyrie nonchalantly walked over to the quivering Ramon. He found some strands of courage when death stared him right in the eyes and willed his body to move and run away. But it is too late…
 
Sling!
 
AHHHHH!
 
The merciless schoolgirl cut off one of his legs. Despite the pain, Ramon tried to crawl away as he heard her footsteps getting nearer. Crying with snot dripping, Ramon did not dare to look back, his only motivation was to get away from even if it's one step more…
 
Spulch!
 
The pink-haired girl drove one of her short swords through Ramon's shoulder blade and stabbed it into the ground underneath…
 
ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
 
She pinned him down like an insect in a lab experiment, restricting him from moving in the bloodiest way possible.
 
Splat!
 
MMMMAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGG!
 
She cut off the other flailing arm of Ramon…
 
Spulch!
 
Driving the short sword beside his spine and cut away to the side of his navel, making Ramon spill his guts out…
 
 
"GUUURRRRRHHHHH… pweeaseee…"
 
Huff!
 
"I beggg youuu …kill meee…"
 
Huff! Huff!
 
The Valkyrie gleefully smiled and replies…
 
"Oh, it's too soon to end the fun…"
 
"That's enough!"
 
A male voice interrupted the psychotic tirade of the pink-haired girl. It would have sounded like a fearless order, if not for the shiver and the heightened pitch of the voice…
 
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why the hell did I have to say anything to that psycho bitch…' Thoran berated himself as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
 
"Are you perhaps talking to me?" asked an eerily emotionless voice.
 
Thoran hanging upside down felt blood rapidly rush to his head as he saw the pink-haired girl slowly walk towards him.
 
"I… I… I mean …I don't condemn you …they aren't any better. If not for you, it would be me instead of them who lay lifeless. But I think the act of killing should be for a purpose, be it a warrior or a local meat butcher. Senseless enjoyment of the bloody act desecrates the intent and its purposes…"
 
The more Thoran talked, the more he remembered the existence of his balls. At the end of the short speech, he looked at the teenage Valkyrie right in the eye, not caring one bit about his life or self-preservation.
 
The gothic schooler just looked at Thoran in silence and flicked her sword over him without a word.
 
"Fuck! This is it! Goodbye cruel world! Shit! I'm dying a virgin!" screamed out Thoran as he saw the glinting metal short sword approach him.
 
Thud!
 
"The… What?"
 
Thoran fell face first down into the ground hard, breaking his nose and bleeding all over the ground. However, Thoran was overjoyed over his pain, because he felt pain only on his face, which means he was spared from the Valkyrie's sword. She flicked her sword at the rope that kept him hanging onto the tree.
 
As soon as the girl flicked her sword at Thoran, she walked back to the weakly moaning Ramon…
 
Stomp!
 
With her trendy sneakers, the Valkyrie stomped the head of Ramon into a meat paste letting blood and brain matter fly all around.
 
"I tortured him because he doesn't deserve a warrior's death. The guy who jumped on me was weak, but he still tried to save his friends and attack me. The other guy knelt down begged for mercy, not just for himself but for also his friend. The last guy did not think about his brothers who shared life and death with him and could not muster up the courage to even thinking of going against me. Spoils of the war are for the strong. Dignity is reserved for the brave. Nothing is given free."

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As she lay in her bed, contemplating her looming grades, Lex received a message that made the budget air taste sweet. Projected onto her darkglass goggles, she read the Nmail:
Dear [ Alexandra Vulcan ] of class [ 77A ],
Students should avoid contact with the former protector known as Manny Grave and report any suspicious activity immediately to the Department of Purity. The suspect is Graexian, 5'10, 82 kg, and is believed to have stolen a cache of military-grade explosives. On behalf of the Department of Purity, we hope you have a wonderful day—Department of Purity, 11:58.
But even this news couldn't salvage her sour mood. Her interviewers had been perfectly clear they'd thought her unworthy to unclog Upstairs toilets. With two days before she got her Offerings, and the droid battle tonight, Lex was getting fidgety. 
She prayed in front of her Athena poster, and even lit some incense to help the prayers reach the gods above. Then Lex returned to her bed, peering out of the window to a street of replica prefab homes: a grey drudgery Lex could have escaped if she had only tried harder. More study. Stricter lessons. The list of what she should have done wore down on her spirit. Ever since returning home from that soul-crushing interview, Lex had been unable to stomach food or her family, and had hidden in her bedroom.
Despite her better judgment, Lex wired her slate to her processor terminal on the wall and pulled up a battle simulation. Slapping on her darkglass goggles, the words 'Tengoku Megacorporation' appeared before her, followed by the unveiling of a white lotus on a golden field. 
Without a wirehelm, it was harder to maintain the scene in her mind. Still, Lex was properly loaded into a world of long-legged cranes, croaking cicadas and paperwhite walls. Even with a sky of shining steel, it was her favourite; a Tengokuan-style katana appearing in her hands, and an orange kimono wrapping her body. The Tengokuan sims were the only alternative to the local Graexian sort that all involved slaughtering Empyrean 'barbarians'.
To her left sat a Zen garden, her right a koi pond. Her sandalled foot slid across white sand as she positioned her sword in a readied stance and a warm breeze brushed her face.
Ninjas, wrapped in black cloth, sprang from atop wooden walls. The programs moved like liquid shadow and Lex fought them with a skill born through orbits of non-stop training. She won the first battle. Then the second. And the third.
The fourth wave came with a solid-steel sumo, the opponent's cybernetics geared for battle. Since augmented bodies were so common, a cyborg designed for combat was dubbed cyberblade, and they could range from a single bionic arm to replacing every organ, bar the brain, with steel. Her opponent was one of the later.
The cybersumo charged with machine-powered speed, bursting through a wooden wall, and barrelling straight towards Lex to throw her against the ground and stomp through her belly. She lost—her mind wasn't focused today. But it was good. Just like droid fighting, the simulation let her feel what it was like to have a functioning heart and a strong body.
To move. To fight. To forget about her sickness, at least for a little while.
Her neck twinged mildly, then badly and then horrifically. The damaged slate had strained her nervous system. Without a working slate, raw data flooded her mind and, while her brain could make sense of the mess, her neural cortex wasn't designed for binary traffic. 
Lex wired out, her arching back relaxing against the soft bed linen as she rubbed her neck, steam hissing out the side. She'd need to buy a new slate soon, preferably with her winnings from the droid fight—assuming her current unit survived long enough for her to win against the very best droid fighter the lower floors had to offer.
Yet, if her back alley fights were anything to judge by, it wasn't impossible.
But before that, she'd need to face her family, and hide her failure long enough to find a new way forward. Getting up, Lex threw on a new shirt, and her black boots. Sniffing an armpit, Lex gagged. She needed a shower.
Cracking the door open, Lex dragged her feet down the hall. Every door dotting the lemon-yellow walls was studded with the same steel hinges; each cubic addition to their prefabricated home was made in the same factory. It made buildings cheap, sure, but it also made everything mind-numbingly dull. 
 Lex treasured her faded memories of her childhood under the Big Blue: she had visited brightly painted temples, slept in secretive desert enclaves, hid within glinting loyalist graveyards, danced around sprawling vineyards and climbed crumbling ruins. The Upstairs world had wonderous flavour, while the underground was endlessly bitter.
She arrived at the bathroom and found the engaged sign blinking orange. She furrowed her brows, then pressed her ear against the sliding steel door. No running water, no humming, no wet steps. Her stomach rumbled like a thunderstorm.

Lex, a part-time roboticist from a family of Empyrean refugees, is the lone hope of her family to overcome Graexian oppression and earn them a place above the steel skies, where the air is clean, and the people rich.

Yet when every door is shut, and every opportunity closed, Lex decides to forge her own path of blood and bone. With a talking battle-droid at her side, insane cyborgs in her way, and strange power awakening—Lex will either force the Graexian elite to treat her people with the compassion they deserve or drag the highborn deep down into the enginecity where they can burn together.

Two men stood on the floor of the Parliament.  The building wasn't very grand, but it was new, having been built in the first delirious months following the Declaration of Independence.  They were both old and powerful political leaders.  One was the party chairman of the United Separatist Front, which held a majority of the seats in the powerless provisional government.  The other was the president of the Merchanters Free Trade Union.  Their names were Peter Andropolis and Nicholas Sims respectively, both were pragmatic men of action, though this information is quite incidental since events were rapidly spinning beyond their control.  Andropolis represented the major industrialists and landowners, and most of the populations on fourteen of the fifteen worlds of Auriga.  Sims represented the crews of some two thousand antiquated freighters and supply ships that plied the Aurigan lanes.  Both were frustrated and impotent in the face of the mounting violence.
Both had stood on the tarmac that day, when independence was declared, and pledged the allegiance of their respective parties.  They had done so with one other man Ð the Rathen of the New Order, the leader of the religious hierarchy that controlled Nuerjal.  The Rathen had promised to support the provisional government.  They both had believed it simply a show of the churchÕs solidarity with the secular concerns of its followers.  The Rathen himself had assured them he would not attempt to influence their decisions as regarded the 'wirldly affairs' of politics; but instead, would deal with the 'spirital welfare' of the people of Auriga.
The Rathen it seems had lied
"He will not come," said Peter Andropolis, who had tried to be a mediator between the New Order guards and the merchanters.
Nicholas Sims frowned.  "Do you know what he said on his three o'clock speech?"  The provisional president of the provisional government shook his head.  "He said that the 'heroic' Revolutionary Guards are on a holy mission.  That they have a sacred duty to cut out the decadence É I don't like the idea of being 'cut out' of anything."
"The church elders were quite calm.  They assured me that they in no way sanctioned what has happened.  They said it was only some hotheads among their young men."
"Yeah?  Well, some a my lads are pretty hot too."  Sims turned away from the president.  "This is stupid," he said.  "It's gone way too far.  I don't remember there being this many Revolutionary Guards Ð and how did they all get to be in the New Order?"
"It would appear the New Order has been using the Guard as a vehicle for recruiting converts É I've had word from your man Kerry, by the way.  He said he sealed the system as soon as he heard of the trouble.  He said no one Jumped out."
"What about the Bristol?" Anger creased Sims' brow.  The Bristol was merchanter Chas and his dead friendÕs ship.  The Guards had overrun it, massacred its crew, and taken off to 'spread the gospel of the revolution'.
"It's been destroyed Ð on your order."
"Good," said Sims.  "Let's keep this thing localized and pray Luna doesn't hear of it."
The door to the gallery burst open.  Several merchanters with heavy rifles slung over their shoulders entered pushing along a ragged New Order guard.  He had been beaten.  One of the merchanters threw the guard at the feet of Sims; the man wore the patch of Exeter, cousinship to the Bristol.
"We found this one skulkin' about outside.  Said he had a message from the Rathen."
President Andropolis snorted.  Only yesterday they had all been compatriots, now they were clearly divided enemies.  If this spread to the other worlds the whole dream of Aurigan independence would collapse.
"You idiot, you beat him!"  The president stooped down and helped the man to his feet.  The eyebrows of Sims went down.  He was a man who would protect his own.
"Nah É I didn't beat him," said the man from the Exeter.  "He came that way.  He must a had fun at the riots today Ð eh!"  He made a quick motion at the guard, who flinched, then pointed a long finger into his face.  "You take a message back to your elders from the Exeter.  We want full recompense on the Bristol, or we're gonna fuck you up Ð Union or no!"  He glared defiantly at Sims, then stalked out, the others from his ship with him.  The New Order guard stared after him.
"WELL," barked Sims, impatiently.  The guard turned to him a slow gaze.
"Gentlemen É please," pleaded the president, thoroughly exasperated and at his wits end.
"I am Rafsanni," said the New Order man thumping his chest.  "By my fathers and mothers back to--"
"And I'm Sims of Union, and if you don't get to the point, little man, I'm going to seriously maim you!"
" --And I bring a message from my Rathen."  He reached into the folds of his cloths and produced a scrawled note.  "The Rathen has ordered the fighting to end."  A sigh escaped the two men.  "The New Order has assumed control of the Port of Nuerjal and the Terran prisoners held there."
Peter Andropolis felt his jaw fall open.  The Terrans were their major bargaining chip, and in the hands of these fanatics there was no telling what might happen.
"Further," continued Rafsanni, "the Rathen also wishes to extend his forgiveness to our merchanter friends, and that all devotees of the New Order should also do so."  Here he held down the paper and with a flourish, one hand behind his back, he bowed to the merchanter.  "I forgive you sir," he said, then went on reading the paper.  "Knowing that our merchanter friends have not yet found the peace of the new way, we can forgive them their sins, knowing in our heart of hearts that our friendship remains unsullied."
By this time Nicholas Sims had turned nearly purple.  He stared down at his fist, that was easily the size of a small ham, and it was an amazing feat of restraint that he didn't smash it into the face of Rafsanni of the New Order.
"You must go right back to your Rathen," said Peter Andropolis quickly, trying to avert further disaster.  "We understand that he is a man of deep devotion and piety, but you must go to him and impress upon him the graveness of this situation."
"NO ONE impresses himself upon the Rathen!  No one but God!  He is very disturbed at this and has retired with his guard about him to meditate these things - so the elders tell me.  And by my fathers, no one will pass that guard until the Rathen himself has found the answer."
"Rot yer father!"  The President tried to shush him, but Sims reached out a massive arm and brushed him aside.  He snatched Rafsanni's tunic in his powerful fingers and pulled the cringing boy to within an inch or two of his own face.  "Now you listen to me, boy, and you listen good.  The time for this 'diplomacy' shit is done.  We all started this little revolution, your New Order, his political party and my Union.  All of us!  You might think the world of your Rathen and your New Order, boy, and you people are always talking about spreading the gospel of the new way Ð well, you tell me, how you gonna spread the word across the Between, across the deeps between the worlds?  There are fourteen other worlds in just Auriga.  How you gonna spread your new word, boy, huh?  What're you gonna do Ñ SHOUT?
"Now you go back to your elders, you ask them how far your new gospel can spread, ask them how long our revolution can last if there's no one to cross the deeps.  You go ask them that.  Go ask 'em boy, cause you don't look like you ever been off a Nuerjal.  Go ask 'em how they're gonna feed and clothe the mouths and bodies on fourteen worlds É go ahead."
The boy stood hunch-shouldered, a glimmer of comprehension wrinkling his brow.  He obviously had nothing to say.
"You go now, boy.  Tell your elders that Nicholas Sims of the Free Trade Union and President Peter Andropolis of the Aurigan government demand the presence of the Rathen immediately.  Or perhaps tomorrow there will be no government and no merchanters."  He did not wait for Rafsanni to answer but pushed him aside and walked out.


The Aurigan Solution combines the fast pace of hard-core science fiction with the complexity of political intrigue, and its focus is the historical framework of the future in which it is set.  The story chronicles a specific set of incidents that leads directly to the downfall of Humanity’s first star-spanning government - the so-called Luna Republic.
When the alien war had finally ended, a great sense of relief and optimism characterized the mood of the Human Stellar Network.  But this optimism soon gave way to disillusionment when the great oligarchs who sat in control of the Luna government did nothing to alleviate the senseless quotas and trade restrictions and, of course, burdensome taxes.  Agitation soon began.  It needed only a situation of suitable volatility to set in motion the changes that must take place.
There are moments in time around which history often swings; this story is about a few of them.
Violence / Profanity / Mild Sexual Content / 13+
The Aurigan Solution is created by KBHolsinger, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Facing the broken tape recorder of the old village chief, Zhou Yu frowned for a long time. This kind of old antique, no matter how rich he was, he would still not be able to find a place to repair it. After all, the parts and components were no longer produced, unless he could find the original manufacturer and then ask for product and components information, then he could produce the components by himself. However, this seemed impossible to achieve.
What surprised Zhou Yu, even more, was that there was a mini person living inside this old tape recorder, but her condition was very bad. She looked like he was dying.
A tape recorder girl? Does it mean that the concentration of the ACG world force is so high that even the objective could be turned into an anime character?
Quickly calling the white witch Yuna to see if she could heal her. Because if he simply just repaired the tape recorder, he might not be able to complete the quest perfectly. Moreover, a mini girl was suffering in front of him, he couldn't just ignore her. Maybe after saving her, he could have some surprising reward.
Yuna put her hand on the chest of the tape recorder girl. After a burst of white light, Yuna closed her hand and said: "She was heavily injured. I can only help her to relieve her condition. At most in three days, she will disappear."
In the ACG world, disappearance means death. But clearly, this tape recorder girl looked like she just was born no long ago. It would be very sad that she disappeared three days later.
Yuna's treatment was ineffective. The only way he could think of was to fix the tape recorder. Although this matter was difficult, Zhou Yu had a cheat. The existence of the electrician fox and the electrical appliance factory could solve this problem perfectly, but after using the components that had The ACG World attributes, the people in the ACG world could also interact with it. In the future, they might make mischief.
But that was the problem for the future. What he needed to do now was to save the tape recorder girl first. Calling over the electrician fox and let it check the tape recorder to see what materials were needed to make the required parts.
"There is no need to check, everything inside this old antique has to be changed except for the outer shell, otherwise it will have to be repaired once every three days."
Oh well, as long as the shell was still there, the old village chief probably wouldn't mind that much. So the electrician Fox quickly entered the electrical appliance factory to make parts, and then reassembled the tape recorder with Zhou Yu. Putting the tape in, Zhou Yu tried it. Not bad, it worked. However, the tape didn't seem to be in a very good condition. After pressing the playing button, the sound was very hoarse.
After the tape recorder was repaired, a burst of white light floated into the body of the tape recorder girl, her body gradually recovered the healthy color. Within a few minutes, she stood up again and said in a hoarse tone, "thank you for saving my life."
Hmmm, the voice of this tape recorder girl was really bad. 
I guess that I have to fix her voice as well. Zhou Yu thought for a second and then decided to renew the tape.
It was not difficult to make the tape. He just handed it over to the animation company for production because a new talent has recently just joined the animation company. That talent used to be a criminal. But after serving his time in prison, he joined the animation company. He had a special skill called "renew". With him, any old tapes could be renewed. 
After taking out the renewed tape, the sound quality of the tape was improved tremendously. And the voice of our tape recorder immediately became sweet and mellow.
After getting the tape recorder, the old village chief was surprised. He had been to all the repair shops he could find nearby, none of them could fix it. But in just two days, it appeared before him again in a brand new condition. After putting in the tape, the sound quality was almost the same as when he just bought it. This was incredible.
When the beloved tape recorder was fixed, the old village chief was naturally very happy. He immediately returned to the tree with the new recorder and played the Chinese opera to his old pals. And Zhou Yu also saw that when the recorder was played, the recorder girl was singing loudly, attracting some mini people in the ACG World to stop and watch her singing.
The quest was completed perfectly. Not only did he receive the gratitude of the old village chief, but he also got a new citizen of the ACG world. However, the tape recorder girl seemed to live only inside the recorder all the time, and only when the old village chief pressed the start button, would she start singing, and she would ignore other people when they operated the recorder.
After completing the quest of the old village chief, although Zhou Yu didn't get any useful rewards, he still found that this quest was very interesting. After all, having a dating sim like conversational dialogues with people in the real world, he could hone his conventional skills.
Therefore, in the future, Zhou Yu would not only take the daily quests from the NPCs of the ACG world, but he would also pay attention to the people in the real world. However, when Zhou Yu was addicted to the quests in the real world, he discovered a new change.
During daily lance practice with Lou Xiaobao, he actually saw Lou Xiaobao's health bar and stamina bar, which made Zhou Yu almost lose the staff in his hand.
Damn, is the real world going to become the ACG world now?
The most direct reward for seeing a health bar was that he could see that Xiaobao didn't use his full strength during the lance practice. Although his health bar and stamina bar were at least 60% or more, he would always declare his defeat. Clearly, he was scared that he would hit his senior brother and cause him to fall into a coma.
Needless to say, Zhou Yu liked this kind of change a lot. Because now he could see the other people's level of trust, level of friendliness, and some other information.
Having this kind of ability was actually quite scary. As soon as he could use it properly, he would be able to do everything smoothly. Unfortunately, Zhou Yu was a simple person who didn't want to jump into a complex society at all, so the function of this ability was at most to see whether he could proceed smoothly when talking with other people.
This dating sim-like dialogue was actually really useful. Sometimes when he didn't know what to say, he could directly use the dialogue provided by the options. However, after using it for some time, Zhou Yu discovered that some of the options were traps. Some dialogue options would increase the friendliness level or push the quest progress forward, while some dialogues would decrease the friendliness level and delay the quest progress. It would take some experience to determine which one was correct.
In this way, this system was simply tailored for the clumsy otaku.
It was okay that Zhou Yu didn't know how to talk, as soon as he knew that the option was correct, he could simply say out the lines that were provided by the options. Hardcore otakus may not know how to date girls in the real world, but they would definitely be very good at dating sims. So it was almost too easy for Zhou Yu.
If this is the case, maybe I can also rely on it to pick up some girls?
Zhou Yu's imagination began to run wild.
However, after testing it, Zhou Yu found that it was not as easy as he thought it would be. There were too many dialogues and options for the girls in the real world, it was not like the dating sim at all. And the most important thing was that Zhou Yu didn't have the courage like he had when he became a mini person.
Alas, I think it is better to let it be.


Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku, who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.
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As the second-class top monster, the gray monster's body is definitely valuable.

However, Lin Ze obviously can't pack such a monster into his backpack. At this moment, Lin Ze couldn't help thinking of the space rings in ancient Tang Guo novels, which are really necessary for practitioners.

Under such eschaton, for Transcendence One, the equipment with space storage function is also so precious.

Maybe someone woke up the power of the space system later, maybe it really can have such space storage equipment.

Regret to sigh with emotion, Lin Ze still can only be forced to squat down in the body, considering which part of the monster to cut off and take away.

Finally, Lin Ze cut off the gray monster's claws and a small piece of silvery skin tissue on the chest.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

After Lin Ze packed up and stood up, he found that as the gray monster was killed, the smoke outside the factory became lighter, and Lin Ze could see the outline of the building more clearly.

The direct result of this gray monster occupying the smoke area is that there are no other zombies or monsters in this area except him.

As far as Lin Ze could see, the whole area was empty. Only a dozen human bodies were scattered on the ground, which should be the "masterpiece" of this gray monster.

Looking at the quiet and ferocious factories in the distance, Lin Ze took a deep breath.

Those monsters invaded by different worlds have higher intelligence than infected zombies. They have basic class concepts of strength and weakness like beasts.

This gray monster is so powerful, but it still lingers outside the factory.

Lin Ze can be sure that there is definitely a more powerful monster than the grey monster in the depth of the factory!

Lin Ze looked at the factory shrouded by the invisible smell of death and felt the stronger smell of the nine-tailed fox in the mountain and sea manual. Lin Ze's heart was filled with invisible courage.

He clenched White Red Sword tightly and then grinned: "Monsters, wait for me."

——

——

"Shout shout ..."

In the extremely dark factory building, the cold wind came from every corner and corridor like a miserable sob. Any normal person would feel a little terror in his heart and could not stay for another second.

Lin Ze slender figure came in from the corridor on the other side of the factory building.

At this point, he was carrying a backpack and a long sword with a red body in his hand. He walked slowly towards the inner passage.

"This factory is really strange everywhere. Soon after coming in, I have met three new kinds of monsters that I have never met."

Lin Ze looked around and said to himself.

He had been in the factory for about 10 minutes and met an armored Owlman and a bronzed beetle.

Fortunately, the two monsters are only the first-class top strength, Lin Ze to deal with effortlessly.

Killing these two monsters resulted in a total of 8 system credit, in addition to a pair of armored wings and golden insects that were cut off with great difficulty.

A little regret is that so far, Lin Ze has not found the kind of variation metal ore Ella needs.

Under such circumstances, Lin Ze can only continue to explore further, because this factory is not small in scale and there are many areas that have not been visited.

Judging from the two monsters just killed, Lin Ze found that they were all covered with metal shells and had a very strong defense.

Can let these types of monsters entrenched here, a high probability is that there are metal foreign bodies.

And just continue to explore before long, a strange cry suddenly reached Lin Ze's ear.

Eschaton has been here for so long. How can there be cries of human women in a factory occupied by more than one powerful monster?

Therefore, Lin Ze concluded that the cry was definitely not from a human.

Not even those low-level zombies, nor non-human monsters, but most likely very rare magic people!

In Fort Eide's military monster information book, Lin Ze saw that magic man, monster and zombie are different from each other, as if they came from different worlds and invaded Blue Star at the same time.

The magic man and zombie protozoa, although they have a similar human appearance, the magic man is more bizarre than zombie protozoa, far more than the strong fighting capacity of the body, but also has a variety of unimaginable ability.

When Fort Eide was invaded by the monster after the monster was repelled, the total number of magic human corpses collected from the battlefield was 20, and the data analysis available was very few.

But the devil is very dangerous, more difficult than zombies and monsters of the same grade, this is already a consensus.

Following the sound, Lin Ze walked forward step by step. Before long, he saw a figure sitting on the ground with his back to himself.

That is a woman.

A long head of hair with a hairpin attached to it, the figure is not graceful, can only be said to be relatively ordinary, but the voice of crying has the feeling that I still feel pity.

Hearing footsteps, the woman's cry slowed down gradually. It seemed that she wanted to turn around and tell people about her sadness.

But just as he turned his head slowly and was about to reveal his face, the whole movement suddenly stopped.

Because a long sword has been on his neck.

Lin Ze wrist holding hilt, slightly down, look cold way:

"Cry, why did you stop?"

Lin Ze and the magic man were so deadlocked that after a period of time, the weeping magic man's movements began to recover and had a slight swing again.

Its body remained motionless, but its neck just rubbed against White Red Sword and turned around bit by bit despite the blade penetrating into the skin.

The head turned 180 degrees and looked at Lin Ze straight.

At this time, Lin Zecai was able to see clearly the magic man.

Clearly from the back, the other party is a young woman, but this face is full of black ravines, like the devil in the abyss hideous and complete.

The magic man suddenly smiled at Lin Ze, hair sticking up, will turn into a needle attack Lin Ze.

But before it could attack, it suddenly let out a bitter stuffy hum.

"Stupid ..."

Lin Ze was amused by the magic man.

Because the devil turned around with his neck against White Red Sword, his skin was cut at that time.

The enchantment effect [Boiling Blood] on White Red Sword has come into effect at this time. Of course, the taste of this demon's blood burning gradually will not be pleasant.

This is not stupid.

"Die!"

Lin Ze's eyes suddenly became sharp. White Red Sword drew a blood shadow and cut off the magic man's head directly.

Swish, swish!

While the demon's head was still in the air, its hair actually carried out the previous attack.

Black hair like sharp arrows, Lin Ze will be poked into rags.

But Lin Ze's heart has long been on the alert.

He didn't care about White Red Sword on the neck at all. When he twisted his neck directly, he had already guessed that even if his neck was cut off, it wouldn't be a fatal injury to him.

When dealing with magic people, one must not take it for granted that their weaknesses are neck, heart, and other parts because they are similar to human structures.

So at the moment when the magic man uses his hair to launch a deadly attack, Lin Ze has already lit up the lightning arc one step ahead of time.

Woo!

The figure dodged ahead of time, perfectly avoiding the close stabbing of hair.

By the time the head was about to fall to the ground, Lin Ze had reached its side.

Hiss ~

In the darkness came the clear and audible sound of Lin Ze inhaling.

And then.

The magic man's head was shrouded by endless sword shadow.

When the end of the world came, monsters invaded, and human beings fell into the bottom of the food chain, becoming food rations for monsters and zombies. Lin Ze, who was in danger, received the Classic of Mountains and Rivers and was able to call out the fierce beasts in it to fight for himself. Since then, the most terrible mythical fierce beast legion in the last days was born. . . . .

Magnus was careening down the paved road in his car. He was headed west, the fastest way to the General and the front line. Magnus was going as fast as the car would let him. That was, until he came upon the industrial zone.

He saw the great big smokestacks of the factories, and the grey brick that made up the structures of the buildings made to shelter over 200 people as they worked. Magnus marveled at the architecture of the centers of labor and income that he was about to destroy.

Getting out of the car, Magnus lifted up the cushion in the back seat, revealing the automatic rifle he had found in the trenches. He pick up the rifle and the bag of explosives, now light after his excursion in the research facility. 

Magnus kicked open the locked door of the industrial complex and open fired. He shot at anyone he saw working around the conveyor belts. 

Magnus kept shooting and shooting, until his magazine was empty. Some men who were hiding behind the conveyor belt stood up and emptied their own magazines of pistol ammo at him, as they had been supplied by the administration of the factory with pistols, being the only viable security the factory had. Magnus was hit by the spiraling bullets, but he had developed his mental capacity to the point where he could consciously heal himself now.

After staggering backwards, Magnus didn't move. The workers who were crouching behind anything they could find, stood up, and looked at the standing body, not sure whether it was dead or alive. Their worst fears became a reality as the body started shaking, the bullets falling out of it.

Magnus stepped forward, reloading his rifle. He was shot by the puny pistols of the security detail of the factory as he walked forward, the bullets falling out of his wounds just a second after they had entered. The workers stepped backwards, wondering what kind of monster this was and what it wanted with their humble factory.

Magnus set the explosive on the middle of the conveyor belt, and shot at the men standing on the balcony above himself and the workers. The unarmed workers tried to escape while the armed workers, factory's security detail, were stepping back slowly, clicking the triggers of the empty guns they were desperately gripping, wishing that this monster would just disappear.

The armed workers were out of ammo, and were too stunned by what they saw. They knew they hit this man, this monster, with their shots. Why was he not on the ground, writhing in pain? Why was he not dead?! The big wigs running this factory never told them that they would be attacked by an invincible man! They said they were safe from the war here!

The factory workers with guns questioned reality. One of them, wishing to keep the other workers charged this monster, and swung st his shoulder with a tactical shovel, this factory's product, effectively burying it in Magnus' collarbone. The monster's head was down. Maybe they had defeated it.

Magnus lifted his head up and grabbed the shovel and pulled it out of his wound. The attacking party soiled his pants, liquid flowing down his leg. He fired the automatic rifle at point blank, holding the shovel so that he wouldn't be able to escape.

Magnus turned around and left the building, not being shot in the back because the factory's armed workers had run out of ammunition for their handguns.

Magnus got in the car, and drove to the next factory, only having three explosives left. Magnus felt no remorse as he did this, only concerned with his orders, only wanting to end this war as fast as possible. Amicus told him that this next factory was an ammunition factory.    

One of the workers in the ammunition factory had heard the explosion and opened the factory doors, wondering what on God's green earth was happening. A car pulled up in front of him. The worker heard a loud bang, looked down, and saw blood gushing from a hole in his gut. He fainted and blood started flowing from of his mouth, caused by the internal bleeding from the bullet.

Magnus waited for the man to fall over, then fired a couple bullets at the boxed explosives for the artillery guns. After dispensing seven bullets from the barrel of the automatic rifle at the boxes of shells, he drove off to the next factory. He heard an explosion behind him, but payed no heed, not caring what happened to the Deutschlanders, just that this never happened to his own country's civilians. 

Pulling up to the next factory, Magnus was getting quite tired. Being the only factory left in this area of the industrial zone, Magnus figured it was time to get back to the General. He set up an explosive on the side of the factory, and ran around to the other end. The explosion blew a gaping hole in the factory's wall, and Magnus threw his second-to-last explosive into the factory.

He ran back around the corner and waiting for the loud thud. Hearing none after the time he had set for the bomb to detonate passed by, he walked through the hole in the wall of the complex, open firing. This factory produced canned food for the war effort, and it reeked of fish. 

Magnus, wanting to get out of there as fast as he could, not being able to stand the horrid smell, opened fired on the employees of the factory. Magnus knew they were all men looking to provide for their families, but he concerned himself with the families of the UPC. He was cracking, his psyche was disturbed. 

Magnus could only think of the people back home so that he did not label himself a murderer and a monster. He was too busy trying to calm himself to notice the bullets that entered his body. Looking at the second-to-last bomb and realizing that it was a dud, set it next to his last one. 

Magnus was finally bothered by the pain of the bullets penetrating his flesh and shot the lone man comprising the security detail. The Third Deutschland Reich was already running low on guns and ammo for their soldiers, so they had to conserve such things. Thus, they only supplied one man with the means to defend this factory.

Magnus, now indifferent to the trauma of killing innocent people, left, giving himself only twenty to get out of the area. He opened the door of the car and entered it, ducking his head so that he did not hit it on the canvas roof of the car which he had put up because it had been raining earlier in his drive.

Magnus started the car and drove off, hearing the explosion behind him, twice as loud as it had been before. He was off to the General to learn how to fly now. His face was that of a stoic. No longer able to bear the pain of killing people, Magnus had to wall it off. He knew that eventually those emotions would become toxic, like John's emotions became anger when he shouted at him. 

Magnus, no longer wanting to contemplate such things, did so, walling his emotions off, and leaned forward in his seat, focusing on his drive. He had drive another 230 miles before he reached his destination, which was the General.

In a universe similar to our own, the world is engulfed in another World War. The tensions in Europa had been satiated for twenty years, but now those same countries were at each other's throats again. 

Midst the chaos is born a child, Magnus Charles Licinius, who gets conscripted at the age of 22 to go fight in Europa as part of the United Provinces of Columbia's war effort.

During his first battle, he is shot and crushed by a plane, and ends up in a weird city. After being "exterminated" in that weird dream, he wakes up again, unharmed. What will happen to Magnus as he travels across Europa in effort to end the war?

Makoro teleports himself to middle floor number 6. The Homunculus factory at the middle dungeon number 9. The armory factory at number 8 and the guns factory at number 7. Makoro open his maps again and use skill [factory]. This skill allows him to create a factory that can create almost anything. The factory worker are golems and machine so the factory can work almost 24 hour. Makoro pick [armored vehicle factory]. But then, a notification appear. [Factory locked. Dungeon level 8 required. Dungeon level 5.]
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"Well, that unfortunate." Say Makoro. 
"My Führer, Give me order so you can raise the dungeon level." Say Bill. 
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Makoro open his dungeon maps. Dungeon maps provide the maps of all the dungeon. While [absolute dungeon control] are allowed him to add and remove the parts of the dungeon. Makoro then looking at the maps and at the first floor the upper floor the Goblins nest expanded to floor number 8. And new nest was added. The zombie nest. The nest was generate at floor 22 were the adventurers die. 
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"To increase your dungeon level I need to:
-have monster nest:exp low
-have dead body of monster:exp low
-adventurer checking dungeon:exp low
-adventurer finish dungeon:exp remove
-have dead body of human:exp moderate 
-monster attack village:exp moderate 
-high level monster live inside:exp high
-monster attacking other dungeon:exp high
Those are the way to increase my dungeon level. Why the hell someone put this information here. That's not a way to increase my dungeon level, it suck my dungeon exp."  Say makoro while pointing the 4th point to increase dungeon level. 
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Bill was giving an suggestion. 
"Why don't we try to attack other dungeon? I heard that there also a dungeon close by our dungeon. I heard from the Goblins that they from that dungeon but they left it because the dungeon master was an crazy demon that keep demanding wars and making more Goblins dead and use them as a meat shield to protect the dungeon master. Even those monsters are still children." Say Bill to Makoro. 
"Wait, you already meet them? The Goblins?" Ask Makoro. 
"Yes, I meet them early when my Führer still harvesting some 'semens'." Say Bill. 
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In afternoon, Makoro meets the Goblins. Makoro looking at them who was Nutritional deficiencies, sick, and only armed witcub. The Goblin leader is a girl Goblin. 
"Greeting, master of the dungeon. I am the Goblin leader of this Goblins. I so unfortunate for a great person like you see this-" before she finish Makoro reply her. 
"It's not unfortunate, and I am here to help you." Say Makoro. 
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Then, Makoro bring them to the middle dungeon number 5 using teleportation. He build a Factory called [training facility] the factory that used to training. 
The Goblins didn't understand why do they here. 
"Alright, I all of you want to live peacefully and safe. You all, Goblins must obey me and I will train you all and give you suplies to live." Say Makoro loud out. 
The leader say "you want us to go war and die? You say you are going to help us. There no way we will win. We all weak and easily killed. " 
Makoro replied 
"Who said you all going to war and died. No! I will give you all the Goblins power to fight. You say you all easily killed. I will train you all so you all will same as this country I knew." Say Makoro. 
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The Goblins trains in the training facility. 
"Are my Führer sure this training will work?" Ask Bill. Makoro say, 
"Yes, it will work. Do you see their eyes?" Ask him while pointing one of the Goblins eyes. 
"Does eyes is the eye of I want power. They will do anything for fulfill what their want. And they wanted peaceful live." While walking toward the Goblins. 
"But, when there was a peaceful live. Wars will come no matter what." Say Makoro to Bill and the Goblins. 
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"Now, you Goblins will fight as a Guerilla." Say Makoro to the Goblins. 
One of the Goblin ask, 
"What is Guerilla?" 
"Glad you ask, it's a wars tactics were we fight in our environment and Guerilla is a fight tactics were we strike our enemies really hard in the middle of night were they all sleeping and tired." Say Makoro explaining. 
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The Goblins spent all of their days training and training to become a Guerilla. They train to use their environment and their surroundings. At the same time, Makoro receive a notification. 
[Homunculus production complete.] 
"Right, time to train your junior, Bill." Say Makoro. 
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"What's my Führer." Say Bill in the middle of training the Homunculus. Makoro still didn't understand what is that. 
"Do you she her?" Pointing at a blonde girl Homunculus. 
"What is it, my Führer?" Ask Bill 
"She has a skill but the stats board looks like error." Say Makoro. 
"You right." Say Bill. Then Bill come closer toward the girl and do a small chat. Then the Homunculus girl come to Makoro and tell her skill. 
"So that why I can see your skill. You got [hidden] huh? You can be an great assassin. 
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Then, Makoro trains the newly born homunculus and the Goblins about guns, ammo, the military uniform, and more. 
"I think the Goblins are ready." Say Makoro. "Yes mister Makoro. We all ready. Thank you very much for the training and also the foods and waters." Say the Goblin leader. 
"Who your name again?" Ask Makoro to the Goblin leader. 
"I don't have name, If you please, Mister Makoro can give Me and the rests of this Goblins name." Say the Goblin leader. 
"Hmm..." think Makoro. Then he got the name. 
"Akira. For now on you name are Akira. The Goblin leader Akira." Say Makoro. 
"Akira. My name is Akira the Goblin leader." Say Akira happy. 
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Suddenly Akira evolve become a hobgoblin. She had a body same size as human and her body become very attractive for a goblin. Only her skin that didn't change. 
Makoro surprise and ask. 
"Is Giving name make monster evolve?" 
Akira answer. 
"Yes, only someone that have so many mana power can do that. If they didn't have such a strong mana they head will explode." Say Akira. 
Then Bill and the rest of the Homunculus started panic. 
"My Führer, are you okay? Do you feel sick?" Ask Bill and his Junior. Then, Makoro looking at his stats. He know that his mana is small. 
"I'm fine. But weird, why I fine? Are my head are supposed to blow?" Ask him. 
The Homunculus started panic and try to help the dungeon master Makoro. The Goblins started panic and make turmoil 
"Absolute order:Silence!" Say Makoro. 
The Homunculus and the Goblins silence. 
After awhile Makoro say. 
"Don't worry, my head won't explode. Now let's continues." Say Makoro while try to naming every Goblins. 
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After every Goblin named he say. 
"I believe it's because my Skill [Greatest ambition] this skill making the rule of this world doesn't apply for me. So, I can naming tons of Goblins without worried my head to explode." Say Makoro. 
"Alright, you Homunculus time to learn about you friendnemies, mr Pineapple here." While showing a pineapple grenade MK2
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Deep inside forest, a girls running for her life. 
"Hurry and capture her. Her body are worth." 
Say the hunter. The girls running inside the dark an scary forest that known as the dangerous forest.
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"Princess, you must run. I will slow them down." Say the girl in black robe. 
"No, Luna. Don't do it. I don't want to Leave you!" Say the girl in brown robe. 
"Please, someone save her!" Scream the girl in black robe. 
"I will fight all of you untill dead call me."

After Makoro enter the class the whole class was taken to a new world called Anflem. Every body at his class with level 1, a status just like video games. But, Makoro got an garbage class with level 0. After he tried to live normal there he was trapped by his friend with false statements and hunted for his head. After running and fell at the deepest part of a dungeon. Now he must survive and get his revenge after he change his class as a dictator of the dungeon.

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