The title is clear it is a dream journal that I will be writing down to help other people with nightmares and bizarre dreams, some might be scary, funny, random , or screwed up , or beautiful depending on my brains mood the night before

As time passes by me and everyone else around me. Dreams form. Some unsung, but for the most, visualized.

Here are some of the personal figments lost within my minds. 


(fyi, I don't usually finish novels but I write when I'm in the mood.)

start 2:18am - hitsugi 

today I want to talk about dreams. 

like does everyone have different dreams or do people also have the exact same dreams, and I mean to the moment they start to the moment they wake up; like a story that has all parts are they same for some people? I've been thinking about this for a while but how effective can you make it for yourself to dream as well. like can deprive yourself from sleep and then forcefully make yourself sleep and have a dream or is it random? I'm currently testing the theory of not sleeping passively because I dont sleep much in general, proof of that is the time I usually start writing these.

although I say I am testing this theory I technically already did that in middle school, let me explain... in middle school my average sleepytime was about ~5-30 minutes. school would start at 7:30am but our mother would wake us up 1 hour early to get ready for school, so 6:30am. I would maybe sleep at 6am or I would think, "at least a little bit of sleep." and would sleep like 5 minutes. in doing so it would seem that dreams dont come out if you force them. 

another theory I have is that is your mood affects the effectivenes of having dreams. for example if your in a good mood maybe you will have a good dream, or bad mood will affect a good dream and turn bad or it will be a bad dream from the start.

I started suspecting this theory because I once had a good night by gazing at the moon, it got me in a good mood because the moon was beautiful. that night I had a good dream of me just laying in my bed hearing some soft and chill music, naturally it o ly lasted a few seconds in my mind but actually lasted a few hours in reality. then after thinking about that dream I suddenly got the idea that maybe feeling influence how you sleep and maybe you dream... all a theory though.

now I talk about my most recent dream, it wasnt pleasant. recently most of my dreams have one thing in common: death. in most of my dreams that I have been having I have been influenced by the thought of death. although my most recent was more tame compared to the others. my most recent dream was of me in a state of sleep deprivation, my whole body paralyzed, unable to move while still conscious. funny thing is this is a reoccurring dream, I dreamt about myself having sleep paralysis while I was having sleep paralysis in reality. i realize the reason i get sleep paralysis is because of my lack of sleep... but my body just doesn't know when to give up being awake.

alright now we speed run my other dreams. starting with the reoccurring dream is sleep paralysis, we already went over that. the next one I have is a bit weird, it's a dream of me killing my parents, dark dream I know. I dont influence my dreams because none of these dreams are lucid (I'll talk about lucid dreaming after). alright onto the next one, being impaled by wooden spears into my stomach are while I am laughing maniacally. honestly that one was pretty fun in my dream because in my dream the people impaling the wooden spears into me were muttering the words, "why won't he die." over and over again, although most of these dreams do not last long they still are long lasting you know what I mean? alright onto the best one, a bit weird, I was dreaming I was in a labyrinth running from people like chuckie, slenderman, etc. just a bunch of people from like storys involving like people dying and stuff. once caught by them you will be mercilessly killed without fail each time, this dream lasted longer. alright onto the next one, isolation. let me explain sitting in a corner of the room no lights pitch black you cant see anything, your grabbing your head forcefully, pulling at your face causing bruises. screaming as loud as you can for no one to hear, the pinnacle of insanity. murmering to yourself your own faults and wrongdoings only for a door to open in front of you, "light." you walk in the door behind you closes, a new form of isolation where you can see yourself. mirrors on all sides insanity to its fullest. you bang your head against the mirror for it not break and only end up injuring yourself in the process. another door opens leading into a normal room. furnished floor a ceiling with a rope hanging, a noose. your given a choice, take the rope and hang yourself and end the madness, oh the joy it will all end... or wait for the next door to open if their is any 'next door.' and that ends my dreams, last one has the most detail because it was a pretty big dream for me, most of my dreams dont even last that long. also if that dream is put into practice in the real world do you think people will choose the noose? although time and food was not specified I speculate at least ~1-3 weeks without food and sunlight can easily change the way a person thinks, also I think in the white room is about maybe ~3 days to ~1-2 weeks, I'm not sure. then you can give them 1 week on the noose, or however long. however thinking about it logically I dont think that's enough time to make someone insane so I'm thinking maybe at least the full thing should take place in about 6 months time, about half a year. mostly because people dont go insane so easily, it takes time and patience to do something like that, almost like brainwashing, you have to influence the way they think and feel towards certain things to get the best result.

alright now that that is over i also thought about lucid dreams, if this was true then cant this really help do certain things like for example people say that in lucid dreams as long as you think hard enough you can do certain things, right? so then cant they try to imagine a world where everything goes well or a future where everything is bad. but this is not going to work because of the person's view on what is considered good or bad, let's say subject 1 thinks a world without illness is good, now let's say subject 2 thinks a world without rules and laws is good; which one I'd good? these types of things aren't easy to do with lucid dreams so I thought of something else recently, what about changing the world in your lucid dream so that it's never ending, if possible. although I dont know how this will be possible, because on some places I read one would wake up from their dream after taking injury. so a world without injury, but that doesn't save you from the outside world trying to force you to wake so this won't really be effective. then I also started reading isekai type manga cause I got bored and thought, if you can do this in a lucid dream cant you also try to find out how it's possible and try to use in the real world. but that would also prove to be useless because of how different a lot of isekai type manga are, some of them get their power by simply invoking words. others have the power granted to them without trying. others work towards that magic but it's never understood the true basics of magic because people who make isekai manga also dont know the basics of such things. so trying to find out the foundation of something like magic is hard, sure they say feel the warmth and the outside... you do that wveryday with body heat and getting colds, having sore throught, fevers, etc. pretty much what I'm trying to say lucid dreams are pretty useless, the only use they have is to realise a dream that you really want; to be rich, to be famous, etc. although most dreams will be subjective to the person dreaming because you will want fame a certain way you 'desire.' if you do realize the dream into reality it will probably most likely be completely different to how you dreamed it.

in other words dreams are pretty interesting. although not common once you start to grow older they are nonetheless, interesting things that occur naturally.

I'm no philosopher but god damn I went in, did not expect this.

Also I have a question, do you want me to do more formal writing so it's easier to read or nah? I dont mind either because I do this for fun. I got bored and decided to start doing this so ye.

finish 3:06am - hitsugi

"FALLING fast asleep
May this little boy find blissful dreams
Among the ash and the flames that light up the night sky
One by one, falling softly

With your silhouette
Casting shadows of your lovely face
I watched the sky as a million dreams are shining
Little dreams, little dreamer"*
A very beautiful voice sang, but was suddenly stopped when the person at side suddenly opened his eyes, Pure blood red scarlet eyes met with silver grey ones, the former had a ting of irritation in it which was rare considering the guy was like a ice block devoid of any emotions the latter was surprised "Oh you woke up, I thought I'd help u with at least this considering u almost never sleep literally".
The guy with blood red rare eyes sat up from his previous position, his shoulder length silver hairs covered half of his face as he sat, he looked towards the guy near him. The person had silver grey eyes much like his silver hairs, and jet black hairs, he had milky skin, but a strong physic not like his own but he had. the grey eyes looked at his blood red ones with warmth on them. A unique voice said "U don't need to, I never asked for it, go inside and rest I'll be their soon" in a cold tone however the person in front didn't seem to be offended by it, like he was used to it. The guy with grey eyes said "Come on don't be like that next time I'll sing better", he was again retorted by the same unique voice "I said their was no need, don't ever do this", the guy seemed to get hazier as his surrounding as he heard him say "I know I don't sing like the person u care about.... but..... I" He couldn't understand what the other person was saying as his surrounding hot hazier. 
Cal woke up suddenly and looked at her surrounding, she was still inside her compartment  After a while a voice could be heard inside the compartment "Who...who was that with me". Cal's dreams were in fact scattered fragment of her memories, deciding not thinking about the dream more as She seemed to be unable to remember anything she looked at her surrounding and from the looks of it seemed she dozed off for a while which was not surprising considering she hasn't slept a wink for the last 3 and a half day literally.Cal was always like that she would not sleep for many days until it was Very necessary for her brain which was of course necessary, she was insomniac for a very long time, but she was not bothered about it much but still pushing ones physical limit, addition to that not sleeping for 3 days sometimes even 7 days with only 3-4 hours of sleep was not good, not good at all. But for Cal it was ok her own medicines would always come in handy but the damage was still great but Cal always resolved it. 
After a while someone knocked on door, Cal pulled herself together and decided to investigate about her dreams later as now they seemed to be getting out of hand, as she starts having unusual bad headaches after them. After getting Cal's permission team Rōtasu entered, Already seeing the dark aura around their master they were alarmed and made a telepathic agreement that they have to watch how they talk now. Normally their master always has the cold, unfeeling, Nobel but the outworldy and mysterious aura around her, but in times like these it was different, it's more dark and cold way more not a ting of emotion could he felt. And they were right Cal was not doing so intentionally but not getting enough sleep, the hazy dream and after that not being able to remember the contents of it has made her mood foul. 
After a match of stone paper scissors at the side team Rōtasu decided who would we the one to break the news to their master and the unlucky one was none other than Yuki, She moved forward as usual bowed and said "Master... " and she was met with cold eyes, Cal's unusual but rare blood red eyes made the look more scary, if it were someone else they would have been scared shit by now but team Rōtasu and the other teams were already used to it so they wouldn't run off. Yuki gulped and continued "Master.... that... ", Cal spoke with her usual tone but her mood her voice sound scary " Yuki" and one word was enough for Yuki to say the whole thing, as she understood that 'Master is definitely pissed' where the rest of the members were sighing in relief that its not them in place of Yuki. 
"Master we are about to reach Country [̲̅X̲̅]"
Cal "Do I look like a fool to you" , Yuki said hurriedly again "No, no master I meant that the private landing port of City  [̲̅A̲̅][̲̅x̲̅][̲̅e̲̅] is not in use for the time being so we have..... um... we have to land on the public one". Now Cal's mood turned more worse, if they use the public one than 'all the eyes will be on the brat (Gio) and these morons', as she thought so she spoke "Now that will be a problem, u guys attract lot of attention" ok it was true as the members of team Rōtasu were indeed very very good looking but..... 
Cal forgot that she would be the one attracting most of the attention with her looks of a mysterious modern Vampire and her aura, Yuki's mouth was twitching at Cal's statement and they shared the same thought that 'Master you have no right to say so specially you with ur whole self' but they didn't say a word, no one was egger to die early.

Ladon Delis returned to Country [̲̅X̲̅] after many years, last time he was here he had lost his mother , before leaving he took his younger brother with him. Raised in a noble household, he returned to the country once again with his brother to find the killer of his mother, also to find the girl whom he could not forget even after years, he had spend his childhood with her, but his memories r hazy. But why does he feel like it's not hazy but it's intentional as he only can't remember her face clearly. 
Tyohon Anthes along with Drayce Anthes dear friends of Ladon changed completely after 'losing' their cousin younger 'brother', with Ladon back everyone hoped that they could again become like before. 
But wht they didn't know was that their supposed younger brother was actually not dead? Wait it was a sister in the first place!!! 
Cal, was raised in a strict household raised as a boy, never wanted to leave her clan but with forced circumstances she had to, more like she was forced to, soon after an accident changed her whole life, now she rules over the whole Europe as Lord of the underworld and the business world as Lord Azrail Cross, slowly she also established her control over most of the underworld groups, now she had to return to Country [̲̅X̲̅] again, will she be able to take her revenge? No wait it's not revenge, according to her it's just making them feel the same thing she felt as revenge takes too much energy, which she is lazy to spend, but what if she has to face the person she's been saving from the shadows all these years, will she be able to face him in the light as well? What if her childhood 'friend' whom she had been protecting come in front of her suddenly. It's definitely confusing
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As I have already said before this is the new version of my previous book, hope u guys like it I am not really good at writing Synopsis so the real story might be different from wht u just read thier so before judging pls try once. suggestions r most welcome. And as I have already said once in my previous novel of this story that this story is highly motivated from various sources and all. 
as most of the stuff and topics are fictional still any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. It's a slow pace novel hope u guys r patient with the story development. 
*This is like the 3rd time I am rewriting it the reason for which is in the previous ones I couldn't edit anything after publishing the chapters ones so yeah another try, hope that won't have to do so again*

By that time of day, even the lazy bones were getting up. There were still plenty of students without morning classes online. When they saw the post, they clicked away.
There were also those who couldn’t bother to click and joined the chitchat instead.
Guitar’s Flight: What kind of song can wake you up with coolness?
Handsome’s Cool Song: "Hehe, My Dear."
Swimming Fish: What?
Handsome’s Cool Song: Go search for it yourself. I’m out, gotta grab a bite. Got a date with the God of Dreams this afternoon.
Mi Yu My Love: Wait! Are you talking about that "God of Dreams," one of the three hypnotist extraordinaires at our school?
Handsome’s Cool Song: Precisely.
Guitar’s Flight: I’m gonna check out the song.
Swimming Fish: Me too!
Mi Yu My Love: Same here!
Others monitoring the conversation also clicked on the song as a result. They also wanted to know what song could withstand the hypnosis treatment of the God of Dreams.
"God of Dreams" was the nickname for an old professor at the school who still hadn’t retired. He used to teach philosophy, but now he had crossed over to music arrangement. The old geezer suffered from low energy in recent years, so he switched to teaching electives. There were only a handful of electives, which also demanded less of teachers than the required courses.
The problem was this particular professor was an agonizingly slow speaker. To paraphrase the students, Professor Zhou spoke like a sloth, putting everyone to sleep. Students had repeatedly petitioned Prof. Zhou to lecture by webcast instead, but he refused.
Though the class was sheer hypnosis, attendance was still mandatory. It would make sense for students to steer clear of his class, but the thing was that the course was credit-rich, so quite a few students signed up. Thus there were tons of people being hypnotized. Upon hearing the student gossip, a young lecturer wasn’t convinced and decided to see for himself. He never showed up again. No one saw the lecturer sitting in on Prof. Zhou’s class again.
Prof. Zhou had seniority and he had contributed to the school’s success, so no one dared confront him. Those who did didn’t want to deal with him, so Prof. Zhou’s class kept being offered. Over the years, Prof. Zhou got addicted to the class. He was strict in class. Students could ignore his lecture but they were absolutely banned from doing anything else, including sleeping. Serious infractions led to docked credit.
That day, Prof. Zhou strolled into the classroom casually and scanned his audience. He had poor vision—it seemed like a big crowd, so he thought attendance was good.
In keeping with routine, he checked his surveillance footage, examining every corner of the massive classroom that fit nearly 1,000 students. Good, no one was playing with their bracelets. The same case with other angles.
This pleased Prof. Zhou immensely. The only weird thing was that the students in class looked like zombies, staring upward as if their spirits had left their bodies, a group of thinkers in communion with the stars and planets. In other words, collective daydreaming.
Prof. Zhou would have ignored one or two isolated daydreamers, but the longer he lectured, the weirder the vibe. It wasn’t just a select few, not even a minority—most of the class was daydreaming.
How odd!
Prof. Zhou slowed down and eventually came to a halt. There was something off in the atmosphere. He couldn’t continue.
Prof. Zhou pressed a button. "XXX, please repeat what I just said."
The student who was called upon was awoken by the flashing light on his desk, which indicated that he had been summoned. He wanted to get up and say that he hadn't caught what the professor had just said, but instead he mumbled mysteriously, "Hehe."
Prof. Zhou: "…..."
The other students yelled, "Damn, that was bold!"
Old Prof. Zhou dismissed his class with a sullen look on his face. He also exited at a much brisker pace, unlike his sloth-like movement of the past. The students were spooked, wary of a brewing storm.
In no mood to pay heed to the student reaction, Old Prof. Zhou got online as soon as he returned to his office. He had learned from his students what the problem was. As soon as he logged on he headed for the sample.
Donning his headset, Old Prof. Zhou wanted to give it a good listen. What kind of song would wreak such havoc on his class?
When he heard the human voice at the beginning of the song, Old Prof. Zhou’s furrowed brows sunk more deeply. "What kind of crap are the kids singing these days…"
Prof. Zhou picked up a pen and was about to write a critique, but his movement and train of thought were halted abruptly by the prelude.
He took a deep breath when the song ended. He tapped the blank piece of paper with the tip of his pen and put the pen down, instead browsing the song’s credits, shifting his attention to the name of the composer on a secondary page.
"Fang Zhao?"
After scanning the credits, Old Prof. Zhou posted: "I discovered a new song that I want to recommend today. The arrangement is quite interesting and defies convention. The fresh grads over at Qi’an Academy of Music this year are quite something!"
"Haha, there are scarcely any songs that elicit this kind of praise from you. And to think it’s the work of a newcomer. Gotta check it out." Old friends expressed curiosity. Even friends who didn’t know a lick about music arrangement joined the fray.
Two days later.
It was time for Prof. Zhou’s elective again.
The students were extra attentive. They didn’t get online or wear headsets. Even if they did, they didn’t turn on the music. They wanted to see how the "God of Dreams" would behave today. He was in such a foul mood when class ended last time, which had left them wondering for two days. They were worried that the God of Dreams would flunk the entire class.
Yet they were surprised to find Old Prof. Zhou in a decent mood when he entered the classroom.
Old Prof. Zhou scanned the classroom and turned on the projector. "We’re going to analyze a new song today. This is important material. It’ll be on the final."
At the back of the room, three words appeared, flashing on the 10-meter tall screen: "Hehe, My Dear."
Before the screen stood Prof. Zhou’s smiling face.
The audience: "…..."
__________
That evening, a group of upcoming graduates held a gathering to mark the end of their student days.
The karaoke bar was a splendid place to vent. A waiter smiled professionally as he emerged from a private box carrying a tray. His smile was impeccable, but he was sighing inside.
Pre-graduation breakups were very common. Every year around this time, they saw quite a few imminent graduates who were especially emotional.
In the private box on the left, a young man about 1.9 meters tall was tearfully mourning his university-era relationship. In the box on the right, a petite young woman was singing a heartbreaking ballad with her bellowing voice.
Sigh… these kids.
The waiter let out a long, imaginary sigh, but he gave no further thought to the matter. All they had to do was keep smiling. Remembering that business was up and they were due a bonus this month, his smile widened.
Inside the private box on the left the waiter had just passed.
Seven students were sharing a meal. They had stopped after a round of singing, shutting the projector and stereo system. Six of the students consoled the tall, bulky young man sitting in the middle. The music was gone and the mood somber.
"Say, I haven’t checked my little secretary’s recommendations today." A tall and slender young man sitting on the side tried to change topics, seeing as the consoling was going nowhere.
The "little secretary" he spoke of was a special function part of the hit music app Intimately You Music. It recommended songs and tailored playlists based on your listening history, just like similar functions, except that, for a surcharge, you could pick an avatar for it.
As he launched his app, the tall, skinny young man was ecstatic. "My little secretary is Mi Yu, yo."
As he spoke, Mi Yu’s slender body appeared on top of his bracelet as if she had sauntered in from afar. At the same time, a passionate voice announced, "Welcome back to Intimately You Music."
"F*ck, you set Mi Yu as your little secretary! It must have cost a fortune!" The other students were jealous.
A pop idol’s images generated royalties. The hotter the star, the higher the royalty. Mi Yu was the talk of the town, so she commanded high royalties. Most fans weren’t willing to splurge on a tailored "little secretary."
The tall, skinny student was reveling in the attention and about to show off, but considering the presence of a heartbroken brother, he held back, saying instead, "Let’s see what my little secretary recommended today." He’d been listening to a lot of upbeat music, so today’s recommendations should be able to lift spirits.
"I listen to whatever Mi Yu recommends." This was a diehard Mi Yu fan, even though what he was referring to was actually just a music app that used Mi Yu’s likeness.
"Yeah, let’s check it out! Let’s build up the mood again!"
Rowdiness was the best antidote for negative emotion. They were going all out to comfort their sensitive, heartbroken dormmate.
The app was connected to the stereo system in the private room.
"Hehe, hehehe…"
A laughter that exuded part self-pity, part sadness erupted.
The entire room went silent, including the heartbroken student still mired in depression, and shifted their gaze to the tall, skinny student, as if complaining, "This is your style? This is your way of building the mood? This is what you mean by upbeat?"
The tall, skinny student started sulking too. He wanted to lash out at his "little secretary," but seeing Mi Yu’s perfect face, he couldn’t do it. Instead he mumbled, "So that’s the kind of little secretary you are."
"It’s OK. Let’s generate another song." The tall, skinny student had raised his hand, but he froze when the laughter ended and the prelude began.
A slightly retro chorus, a jumpy beat, and a jumble of instruments appeared like a gathering sandstorm.
"It’s been a long time
Since we last spoke.
…
In the same city
Too many pictures bring us to a halt.
Time flies.
I’m a bit nervous."
The lead vocals, the chorus, and the instrumental performance blended perfectly to paint a certain setting, where the protagonist was an abandoned traveler soldiering alone, trudging along as he remembered past events and encounters.
Electronic music was common, familiar to listeners of the day, but the electronic music in this song defied categories. Refined listeners could tell what school the composer hailed from, but in the case of this song, they were clueless.
The front half of the song was sad and repressed. The high notes were tearjerkers. But gradually, the melody shifted. After a beautiful, spirited base performance, the song rose to another level and became more epic.
The torrid emotions that were gushing like a raging flood were suddenly plugged by a sturdy dam. The listener was transported to a roller coaster about to soar into the horizon.
Sometimes a song was worth a thousand words.
In the private room, the student sitting in the middle wiped his tears and snot. "What’s this song called? I want to sing it."
The tall, skinny student came to his senses, frowning when he heard the question but eventually eking out a smile. "It’s a new song. It’s not in the system yet."
"Then I’ll sing without the music."
"…..."
The others opened their mouths but refrained from speaking. "Sure! "Whatever makes you happy."
What a horrible feeling it was listening to an off-pitch singer belt out a passionate solo.
When the tall fellow sang the first "he," the other students grimaced and pulled out their headsets.
Forget it, they were better off listening to the original.


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

[West Blue, Year 1498,Hillcrest Village]
Hillcrest village is a rather isolated village with only around 200 people living in it. The village is surrounded by huge mountains that make it impossible to reach there from south and east by ordinary means. At the west side of this village in a small forest called 'Howling Woods' a kid around 6 years old can be seen doing various exercises from running to pushups for hours with a determined look in his face. This kid has rather good features with his long black hair, green eyes and his charming face. This kid is called...
''Ethan, you are pushing yourself way too hard... again.'' I am awakened from my trance-like training state by a familiar nagging voice. I look towards my right to see a 4 meter-long orange fox lying in the grass and watching me with bored eyes. This is not a strange sight to me however since he is my best and only friend, grumble. I gave him this name because his voice sounds like a grumble when he talks to me. I can understand him and other animals perfectly unlike other people for some strange reason. Maybe the same reason as me seeing various weird dreams like a pervert talking skeleton singing songs or people that can slash mountains with a wave of their swords? I also learned my training method from my dreams, The marine in my dreams were training like that so i tried to imitate them when i was 4. My body couldn't quiete handle it though so i toned it down to match my needs. 
I don't know if it is because of these strange dreams or for another reason I matured extremely fast. I learned things such as walking,reading and writing much earlier than kids my age. They used to call me 'The Genious'. But it didn't take long for my title to change from 'The Genious' to 'The Freak' after they learned of my weird dreams and 'my control over animals.' They think that i can control animals at will and they are scared I might be able to do the same to them one day. I can't do that however i can only speak to them, listening to me or not is completely up to them.
''Ethan, wake up!'' Grumbles,grumble in an annoyed fashion.
''Eh...Sorry. Did you just ask me something?'' I somehow forget what he asked me when I was deep in thoughts. I do that sometimes. His ears twitch in annoyance before he answers:
''Sigh, you do this everytime. Lost in your thoughts, always training. Why do you train so hard anyway?''
''This era is about to change... I need to be ready for it.'' I answer with a mature voice that shouldn't belong my age.
''... Did you see this in your dreams too?'' He asks in a doubtful voice.
''Yeah.'' I answer in a determined voice. I don't blame him for doubting my dreams, I feel blessed he doesn't think I am mad like the rest of the town. I don't doubt my dreams anymore though. I have compared my dreams with the books I have read untill now and realised some things in books match perfectly with my dreams such as country and people names. At first I thought this might be coincidal but when my dreams kept proving themselves over and over again I stopped doubting them. I just see them as a gift now.
'' Do you want to visit golden when you finish yout training?'' Golden is Grumble's son. Grumble is rather lazy and laid back but he is a good father, unlike mine who has gone to do some pirate stuff appearently. My mother has died after a few days from my birth. My only remaining relative is my big brother Robert. As for what kind of person he is... He is the nicest person i have ever seen. He is nice to everyone regardless of their gender or personality. He is a kind of person that can sacrifice himself to help someone he doesn't even know. Even if a person is unjust towards him he can just smile and forgive them the next moment. With my father's and my bad reputation he is actually the only reason I am not attacked by villagers. He is somewhat naive and I feel he is sometimes too good for his own good, but I love him anyway.
'' I am finished the training for today, but it is getting late so I will visit golden later. If I am late brother will nag at me again'' I reply with a happy tone. Just thinking about my brother is enough to put me in a good mood.
''I see, I shall accompany you to village, then I will go back to check on golden.''
We walked for a few minutes before I see a rock flying towards my face. I easily caught it however I knew my good mood is about to be gone when I see a bunch of child between 7-12 years old crowding in front of me.
''Hey,look. It is the freak and his monster.'' ''Stay away from us you little demon!'' I just look at them passively before turning around to go from another path.
''ROAR!'' Grumble has other thoughts it seems as he let's out a fierce roar and slowly walk towards them with an intimidating look.
An 11 year old boy drops to the ground on his bottom,looking pale like he just lost his soul while a 4 meter fox is closing on him.
''Y-You, w-what are you doing? Call your Monster back.'' He screams towards me with a shaken voice. It might have been amusing to watch this kid scare himself to death however...
''Grumble, forget it. Lets go.''
He grumbles something before following me to use another path, clearly dissatisfied with my decision.
''I was not about to kill them you know, they just need a little 'discipline' from this Fox. Why are you so tolerant with them? Letting them taunt you like that,hmph!''
''I am one day leave this shitty village and explore the world... but my brother will probably stay here. I don't want to cause him any trouble. They can't hurt me anyway, so just let them go.''
We exit the forest after a few minutes of walking, then it takes us around 10 more minutes to pass through the village to arrive in our house. Villagers us weird looks but no one bothers me unlike last time.
'Knock,Knock' I knock the door 2 times before my brother opens the door. And there he is... with his short black hair and brown eyes along with his trademark smile that looks stupid yet heartwarming at the same time.
''Look who's here~ I am surprised you are not late~'' He teases me before giving me a hug. I only feel like a normal kid when I am with my brother. ''I'm back'' I answer him while burying my head in his chest. He is only 15 years old, but I feel like there is nothing he can't solve in this world. I feel reassured just being beside him. He releases me and turns toward my friend. ''Oh, grumble is with you too, I see. He's in for a treat then~ Come inside, diner is alred-''
His voice is interrupted by a scream that would put an end to my uneventful life.
''P-Pirates are coming!''

He was betrayed,He was used, he lived a worthless life full of regrets. Fortunately or unfortunately for him afterlife exists, it is just nothing like he expected. He needs to find an answer for his existence and to do this he has to reincarnate to different worlds to temper his soul.

About One Piece Storyline:

MC has no memories of his past life.
MC does not have a system.
There will be romance but probably no harem.
Story is kind of dark sometimes.
MC is born 33 years before canon starts.
MC destroys the canon.

The High Priestess now wants to talk with me alone. She turns to my Duke and waits for him to excuse himself, but it doesn't happen.
I'm sure Alexander's motives are slightly different than mine were a few minutes ago. However, he doesn't want to leave my sight.
«Whatever,» the Priestess mutters. She looks at me and crooks her mouth.
I haven't told Alexander about the dreams yet.
I was afraid he would think I'm weird. Which made me realise that he can be understood about why he kept everything a secret.
I will tell him one day. I was waiting for the dreams to tune down.
«What do I need to do?» I inquire, tilting my head to check Alexander's expression.
He's highly contrary to all of this, but he doesn't dare to openly oppose. He's been so smitten the last three days.
He did all I told him without a complaint, even letting me take over part of his work. His laziness was of help since he let me work without interruptions while reading a book from the couch.
The title was all about seeds and flowers. It was such a surprise to see my Duke focused on agriculture.
Seeing that we're both calm, the High Priestess starts explaining the procedure.
«You already have all the knowledge at your disposal. You just need to learn how to visualise it. I don't know why, but the Duke's dreams are shared with you. I don't know how it works because the Lords of Kyre have always refused to tell their secrets to anyone. Except for their Ladies, apparently. Still, I can see your souls entangled.»
Is it supposed to be romantic? Even my shameless Duke hasn't ever said something this cringy.
«You have to empty your mind and think about nothing. Learn how to breathe: focus your attention on that. It will take you a few weeks, but you'll start to see the images that now are just flashing in your dreams...»
I let her talk, mentally taking notes about her instructions. Even though it's useless.
I don't see flashing images, but whole scenes. I feel emotions, pain and love. The point the Priestess is describing has already been passed.
But then again, Alexander doesn't have dreams either. He has memories of a past life. So precise that it's scary.
«And don't let the dreams influence your mood, or they will become only worse,» she adds, in the end.
Hmm, this one seems a good idea. If the dreams depend on my mood, then being sad and letting them influence me would bring up even worse scenes.
If it's part of Alexander's life, I'm willing to see everything. But not all together.
I even had a flash of him falling down from the stairs, here in Stoneyard, when he was a child. Even if it was just a little incident, a little boy's turbulent emotions were enough to unsettle me.
«Thank you,» I nod.
Now that the tea is finished, the Priestess will get on her golden carriage and ride away in search of the next rare soul. Or whatever she called my Duke.
A few hours after the Priestess left, though, we receive a second visit. I can't say it's more welcome than she was, by the way.
Why is everyone passing by just today? Couldn't they agree to pass on different dates?
Well, one can't just turn down Count Grahm. His messenger arrived a few hours before the rest of the delegation, to warn and leave us time to make preparations.
I'd like to know whether the Count is alone or with his family, but I couldn't bring myself to ask.
«You don't need to greet them if you don't want to,» Alexander mutters.
«Oh, my dear,» I chuckle. «I was waiting for the Count. I promised you one Grahm's head, didn't I?»
«You don't have to fulfil your promise. It's too dangerous.»
«I wasn't the one sending an assassin after them. Now, it's time to show the Grahms what happens when someone targets your things, Xander,» I voice.
Then, I stop suddenly.
I didn't mean to call him like that.
His ears catch my slip of tongue, and his eyes shine content. It was a mistake, but I shouldn't point it out.
I've heard myself call him like that just a few times, but his nickname flew so wonderfully on Queen Theodora's lips that even I liked hearing it. It was so natural to say Xander.
Yet, I can't act like that woman because I'm not her. Alexander needs to remember the difference between the two versions of Theodora he lived with.
Taking her place would be unfair. It would be like swindling my husband.
Regardless, his expression is now only happy. He almost forgot about the dangers of... Hmm... Almost forgot...
«What do I have to worry about if I have my husband protecting me?» I shrug.
I step closer to him and hug him suddenly. I lean my head on his chest and close my eyes to hear his heartbeat better. Indeed, it's working.
«Yes, I will protect you,» he repeats. His arms surround me, and his warmth comforts me like always.
Ah, he was supposed to be a merciless war commander.
«I'd also like lemon cookies,» I add.
«Lemon?»
«Yes, even though I really like apple cookies. I don't know... I just feel like eating those others right now.»
He observes me with a keen eye, and then he nods.
«I know what's the matter,» he states. Then, as if it was something relevant and of utter priority, he walks out of the office to search for cookies for his wife.
I turn back to the desk and consider whether to finish the work my Duke tossed aside without a worry.
He said it wasn't urgent, but it's not wise to leave tasks for later. They tend to form mountains of paper that need days, if not even weeks, to be cleared.
«Let's see what this is,» I mutter while taking the first one.
Oh, wonderful. Taxes.
Don't people around here have anything else to take care of?


She's the Queen who lost a war. And he's the man who won.

* COMPLETED *

Theodora is the Queen of Polis, a city-state that lost the war against the most powerful empire in the continent.
She is sure that they'll execute her immediately but, somehow, she survives the meeting with the Emperor, and she finds herself... Married?
Tossed in a new world without connections and allies, she has to either accept her fate or lose the chance to help her people once again.
She soon finds out that her new husband knows more about her than she does herself, and that his purposes are often far from what she expects.
A fallen queen that doesn't know how to be anything else. A handsome Duke who's the cause of her ruin. And their efforts to find some happiness in a marriage that's been forced on them.

WARNING: there are contents not suitable for a sensitive audience.
The smut scenes are half-censored at the beginning, but the amount and details will increase after a few dozen chapters (according to the Queen's mood .-. )

***

«I'm sorry for lying to you, your grace...»
«You're a Duchess. No one will dare to consider your words a lie: if you say that you were painting souls, then it's the truth.»
«I will remember it.»
«No, you have to understand it, Theodora. You're not a prisoner, but my wife. I'll protect you when you need it, and I'll help you with any issue you have. You're not just a Duchess in the name. You're my Duchess.»
«It's hard to believe in such a short amount of time.»
«For now, stop shaking like a chicken. I won't hurt you.»

***

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It was clear that the master was not in a good mood. 
When Eunuch Feng came over, he saw that his master was not in a good mood, and he could not understand it. 
Yingda knew what happened and why his master felt conflicted. The lady was actually Prince Qin's imperial consort, so she was his niece-in-law. 
But right now, with how their relationship had developed, the master was reluctant to give up on her. Yet the person he could not give up on was his niece-in-law…
Hence, it was really troubling. 
But even though he knew what was going on, he did not dare to give any sort of advice. And while Eunuch Feng did not know what was going on, Yingda did not intend to tell him. 
Hence, since Eunuch Feng was in the dark, he went to search for Chu Yue. After all, ignorance was bliss. 
If he knew, even if he had the courage of a lion, he would definitely not try to get himself into the mess. 
He went to Chu Yue and told her that his master was very concerned about her and liked her a lot. He asked her not to make him angry but try going along with his master's wishes. 
"It's not I who is ignoring the master. The master has grown tired of me and doesn't want me anymore."
Chu Yue spoke in a very aggrieved tone. 
Her words were sent back to the monk, and he sighed. This wicked lady… If he were tired of her and did not want her anymore, would he be unable to control himself and visit her late at night?
But the monk did not say anything. 
So Eunuch Feng did not dare to say anything else. 
He could tell that his master liked the lady, because he had never seen his master keeping someone in his heart in this manner. So what were they quarrelling about this time?
Yingda kept his mouth shut. No matter how Eunuch Feng called for him, he refused to come out. 
Eunuch Feng did not dare to stay for long in this sort of situation. Hence, after his master was done reading through the reports, he went back to the palace. 
Chu Yue "dreamt" of the monk again the next night. 
"Master, I've been having this sort of dream lately. It's not very good, is it?" Chu Yue said. 
"It's not very good," the monk said. "I won't come to your dreams tomorrow night."
Chu Yue instantly wanted to cry, and her voice started quaking. "When I went over in the morning, you ignored me. If you don't come at night, what else would I have to look forward to? It would be better for me to die."
"Who is it who said that she wanted to end things with me?" the monk asked. 
"If we're going to end things, I'll be the one who ends it. You can't be the one to end it," Chu Yue said in a domineering manner. 
The monk said nothing. 
"Master, I'm very happy that I was able to dream of you," Chu Yue muttered. 
"Come over tomorrow," the monk said. 
"I won't go tomorrow," Chu Yue said. 
"I thought you said that you missed me?" the monk asked in displeasure. 
"I didn't say that I missed you. You're so shameless. I went over to get influenced by Buddha's presence. I didn't go to see you," Chu Yue said stubbornly. 
The monk chuckled softly. He knew very well that she only went over because she missed him terribly. He did not need her to admit it. 
"Master, are you still not willing to pamper me even in my dreams?" Chu Yue murmured. 
The monk said nothing. 
"Master, it's almost daylight now. You have to leave," Chu Yue said. 
The monk did not go back that night. He only returned when it was early the next morning. 
After he left, Chu Yue did not get up. She slept until it was almost seven in the morning. When she opened her eyes, she still smelled the monk's scent by her side. 
"You wicked monk," Chu Yue made a sarcastic dig at the monk with a smile on her face. 
The night before, she had been tired, but she had still patiently dealt with him. She planned to tempt him until he broke down. 
Chu Yue did not intend to go over on that day. She had already gone over yesterday. No matter what, she could not go over so soon. She would think about it tomorrow. 
Hence, the monk waited in vain.
He did not expect that the lady would really not go to him after she said that she would not visit him. 
It made him angry, and he did not "visit" her in her dreams on that night. 
Perhaps it was because he did not "enter" her dreams, for the lady missed him that night. The next morning, she used the excuse of sending snacks to come over once again. 
She even cast him tentative glances. 
The monk huffed in his heart. He did not sleep well that night, so he was in a bad mood. 
Chu Yue pursed her lips and said softly, "Master, I just finished making these snacks. They're still hot. Please eat some." 
When the monk saw the fearful look on her face, his heart went out for her, because she looked as if she was worried that he would reject her offer. He cast a glance at the snacks in front of him and picked one to eat it. 
It was refreshing and tasty. It was indeed a very tasty snack. 
"Is it good?" the lady asked. 
"It's pretty good," the monk forced himself to answer. 
She smiled then and began insisting to stay at his place. "Master, I'd like to read some scriptures as well."
'Reading scriptures? You have never been one to keep your mind calm. You just want to stay.'
"Which book do you want to read?" he said. 
If she wanted to stay, then so be it. Their actions were still restrained by etiquette, so it was fine. 
"Whichever is fine," Chu Yue said. 
The monk gave her a Heart Cleansing Scripture. Chu Yue pretended to look at it for a moment before she started to sneak peeks at the monk, who was reading seriously. 
The monk was seriously very handsome. Every single part of him gave off the damn pheromones, and it tempted her so much that her knees went weak. 
If she did not manage to get together with him, she would never be able to get over him. 
The monk was a martial artist, so he knew that the lady had started sneaking peeks at him. But he ignored her. No matter what, they could not act as they did in the past. 　　


After I was demoted, I married my ex’s uncle! 
Prince Qin’s consort did not keep to her place when she was in Shangqing Temple to go through her spiritual training. This rumor was true.
Prince Qin’s consort often went over to Longan Temple in the next mountain to search for a handsome monk. This rumor was also true.
The emperor was a pure and filial son, and he was willing to shave his hair and become a monk. For three years, he prayed and ate vegetarian food for the peace of the Great Feng Dynasty. When he was about to complete his spiritual training, a widow destroyed his spiritual training! This rumor was absolutely true. 
The widow turned into a consort later on. However, the consort had a heart disease. She fainted occasionally. Based on the imperial physician’s examination, the consort would not be able to live past thirty years old. Hence, the concubines looked forward to it. They waited until their hair turned white, and they never heard news of the consort’s death. 


After I left my parents' house, I didn't have much to think about. I had to find this girl and bring them back to the girls. My mouth hurts a little, but I'm not mad at Maurício, because I know that if I had him in his place, I would do the same to defend my wife, but he had to believe me. I'm not going crazy, nor am I mocking my sister-in-law's feelings.
I hear my cell phone ring as soon as I get home. It's my mom, but I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. I need to rest, because tomorrow I want to see if Pierre has any news of her.
I take off my clothes and lie down. I hope to have a peaceful night. I'll work hard until I find out what really happened to the girl.
Do not worry. I'm going to help you. I speak by wanting her to listen. I sleep thinking about her.
I wake up with a flash in my room. I rub my eyes, trying to get used to the light. I open my eyes and think my night was peaceful. I didn't have any dreams. I take out my cell phone and see that it is after nine. I really needed to sleep. My body asked for it. I get up and call Dr Daniel's office. I thought I would never look for him again, but now it is necessary. He can give me some answers about those dreams about strange places. I ask the secretary to schedule a time for today, and she says she doesn't have it, but I say it's for Renato Villaça, and she quickly does it. The good thing is me, having the surname Villaça is great. I book for the end of the afternoon and I don't care, since I have a lot of work today. I hope that Pierre will also bring me results.
I take a shower and get ready for another day at work. I go downstairs and as usual Vera is in the kitchen preparing breakfast and taking care of the kitchen. I say good morning, and she also answers me with a good day and a smile. She tells me that I look better. I say I'm fine today, and I'm in a good mood. My night was really quiet, and I had the famous dream of the just. I drink my coffee with eggs and bacon and orange juice. I finish and go back to my room to brush my teeth.
At the company I focus on meetings. I signed a contract with a New York company so I will have to travel there at the latest next week. My mom and dad called me practically all day, but I didn't want to talk to them. I know they'll want to know if I'm okay, and honestly today, I'm fine. And I still have the situation with my brothers. My parents will want us to resolve our situation and to tell you the truth I don't want to talk to them or anyone else right now. I need and I want time.
I'm already at Dr Daniel's office. The secretary asks to enter the room and I do so. I went in and Dr is in his chair looking at some papers. He looks at me and gives a half smile.
I'm glad you came back. He was worried about you. Dr speaks up. He extends one of his hands and greets me.
How are you Dr Daniel? I ask.
IM fine and you?
I am going.
But dreams about the girl?
Also. But I already know who she is. I spoke and he looks at me in surprise.
Good, so did you find her?
Not yet. But she is the sister of my sisters-in-law. I just don't know what happened to her, since my sisters-in-law said that her sister is dead. However, according to Dr. dead, they do not appear to us, so she is really alive and in danger. I just don't know where, how.
Did you have any more revealing dreams about her? Asks crossing his legs.
Same as always. She showed me a house in a less affluent neighborhood, but the houses are all standard, and I can't verify anything. My security advisor did a search, and he also found nothing unusual. Sigh. He keeps looking at me without saying anything. But my dreams don't stop there.
No? What else is there? He asks intrigued.
I'm having dreams about a brothel, with women dancing. An alley, where a woman is screaming. I have had these dreams for several days. I've never been anywhere like this. I do not like. I speak he smiled at me.
Don't you think it might have something to do with this girl? He asks me to get up. Did the girls' sister become a prostitute? It's not possible. I remember the words of my brothers, saying that she was an adventurous girl, but to do that, she really has to be crazy.
I don't know Dr. I am still trying to find out. I say still thoughtful about it.
What do you think about doing?
I already asked Pierre to check what happened to her. I'm waiting for news.
My session with Dr Daniel lasts half an hour. I don't know what he says has a lot to do, but I was thoughtful about it. I didn't realize that the girls had a lot of money to survive, but I don't believe she would make it. It can not be. My thoughts were racing with that possibility.
It had been a week now and Pierre was bringing news that was still choppy. But I already know that she didn't die, the body buried by the sisters was that of a prostitute similar to her. This already gives the idea of ​​what Dr said. Maybe she really started to prostitute, but I still have doubts, because she was still in London, working in a waitress cafe. The people interviewed by Pierre and her people said that she was always cheerful, very lively, and that she liked to work at the cafe. He said that she always spoke of the sisters with affection, but that she disappeared one day and no one knows what happened to her, because she did not even appear to seek a settlement from her. He was really intrigued by this. How does a person disappear like that out of nowhere?
Someone knocks on my office door. I ask to enter. Vera appears saying that Maurício is going up. Snitch, because I have been avoiding contact with my brothers for a week. Even with my parents, even though I know they are not to blame for anything, but I don't want to be judged, or accused of being crazy about even one of them. Vera leaves without saying anything and I wait for Mauricio to arrive at my office. I just hope he won't come and accuse me of anything, I'm not about to hear anything today. I hear a knock on the door, and my brother appears with his head entering the office. He looks at me and I'm waiting for the same to say what he came here to do.
How are you? He asks awkwardly.
Well. He sighs.
Renato was always friends before brothers. I don't like being in that mood with you. I don't want us to be without speaking and even more the way we are.
I'm not mad at you, Mauritius. But I'm not in the mood to talk either. I speak and he looks at me scared.
He understands me. I just did that to defend the girls. You don't know what they suffered and still suffer for their sister's death. He speaks and I look at the report on my desk.
A sister who is not dead. I speak and he rolls his eyes.
Renato stop. This is not a joke. The girls buried the body, and didn't even know what happened to her.
How did she supposedly die? I ask.
I don't know, as I said before, Claudia and Sarah don't like to talk about this subject. I only know that she traveled to London and always wrote for the girls, and suddenly she stopped writing. She worked at a cafe in London. When she stopped writing the girls, she went to the consulate for news, she recorded the disappearance. They went to the cafe in London and nobody knew what had happened. They spent days even months searching and nothing until they received the news that there was a body at the IML in London that matched their sister's characteristics. They went right away and identified.
Did they take DNA to prove it?
They didn't need it since Dayane's things were with this girl. The documents and passport were with the body. They took the body to Russia, and buried it. Do I understand why it is difficult to talk about this subject? They still suffer from it.
I don't understand why they didn't do the DNA, but it doesn't matter. Your sister-in-law is alive and somewhere. I speak and Maurício gets up a little irritated.
Renato please. We will not fight over it, we will leave it aside. Let's not… Before he says more, I throw the folder on the table
Look. He looks at me and returns to the table.
He starts looking at Pierre's report and looks surprised. He gets up and starts to read the report walking. He runs a hand over his head. He looks at me in shock.
How did you get this? That's not possible. Tell me this is not true.
Yes it is true. Of course, Pierre has not finished his search, but at least we already know that the body that is buried in Russia is not hers.
I don't believe Renato. If she is really alive, the girls will be very happy.
I prefer that you don't say anything about this report to them yet. Let's look for more clues, and confirm that she is really alive. I speak getting up.
What do you think about doing now? He asks sitting still looking at the report
I am waiting for Pierre to bring me more news. He's still in London doing his research and if all goes well, we'll find her.
He excuses me for hitting you, for calling you crazy, but at that moment I didn't think it could be true.
The Dr told me that she may not have appeared to you because you think she is dead.
I want to help you find it. We are going to London to search with his security team. He talks and it's not a bad idea.
I'm going to New York tomorrow for a business meeting. Then we can go to London. But and Claudia, what are you going to tell her?
I won't tell you that I'm going to London. I say that I will have to resolve an issue pending in Russia. But I also want to know about this story. Not even if we confirm that she is dead, but that it is now true, and that I have her body. I'll pack everything to go. Mauricio says with hope in his voice.
And Maycon? I ask, because I don't think it's right to leave Maycon in the dark. I never went to share one thing with one of them and leave the other out.
I tell him. He actually wanted to come, but Sarah is not doing well today. So he thought it best to stay with her.
What does she have? I question worried.
Nothing much. Just stress from the wedding. My day smiling.
That's good. I'll get the plane ready. Pass your passport tomorrow for Pierre. He will arrange everything for us.
I'll do it. Now come here. I don't like being in a fight with my brother. The three of us have always been close together, and there is nothing that will make this union fall apart.
I know. I was just upset that you didn't believe me, but it is considerable to your reaction. He hugs me.
I love you my brother.
I also bore you. Last question. Did she need to prostitute herself? He looks at me without understanding.
No. Dayane has money left by her parents when they died. It is not much, but the three had an account with enough money to be able to finish their studies and buy a fit and car. None of them needed this. However Dayane did not want to touch this money until she decided what she wanted out of life, that's why she worked at the coffee shop in London. It was more to keep. Do you think she was prostituting herself?
I do not know. But my dreams always show a brothel.
I do not believe that she would enter this life. From what the girls told us, my sister-in-law was crazy, but it wasn't so. I don't see why she would enter this world.
Let's wait for more information from Pierre. We will not draw conclusions.
You're right. Now let me go. I left Claudia alone.
Go there. I send a kiss to her. I speak and he gives me another hug.
We said goodbye and I was still looking at that report by Pierre. I expected to find her, not dead, because I'm sure she isn't.

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