A curse my be Lifted or not let's find Out.

December 17th, 2015 02:00, The Secretary Office in Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada, United States.

About 20 frightened men were gathered in a huge office listening to a big guy yell at them. They were sitting down, forced into not being able to say a single word. The big guy, who seemed like he would weigh about 120kg, was the chief of the basement laboratory in Area 51, Secretary Howard Harley. He just received a report that confidential documents from his lab had been hacked, so he had gathered every department's agents to learn who was responsible for this.

"How are you doing your work?! Steven, did you figure out the hacking point? What documents were hacked?!" Secretary Howard Harley yelled while pointing at Steven, who was the Head of Security. Secretary Harley was so mad, Steven felt like he might have shot him if he had a gun.

¬¬"I apologize," Steven responded in a tiny voice. "We haven't figured out an exact date; however, it seemed like it was about two months ago, and the hacked data includes 15 documents in SS class and 1 document from the SSS class."

Knowing how serious the situation was better than anyone, Steven tried to read Secretary Harley. As Secretary Harley listened to Steven's report, he tilted his head back with his eyes closed. He did not say anything and kept thinking for a while.

Steven said, "The most important thing right now is to track down the hacker and destroy the stolen confidential data… it won't be too late to take care of those people if we do that."

After taking a moment to organize his thoughts and calm down, Secretary Harley asked, "How did they manage to hack us? We created our own security system that we manage ourselves."

"Based on what we know so far, the hacker moved through more than 20 countries to get into the network of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration - and we're not sure if it was pure luck or the work of a genius - but he got into our internal network at the exact moment when we were connecting with NASA's satellite, H-sc01."

"Do we have the hacker's group information?"

"We are figuring out the location of the hacker's group, and we have teamed up with NASA's security team to backtrack the route of the hacking. If you could give us one more day, we will come up with which group it is, along with an approximated location too, Secretary Harley."

Secretary Howard Harley thought for a bit, then raised his right index finger as he said, "Sounds good, I will give you just one more day. Turn everything that you do into first class security, and I expect you to have that report by tomorrow - if not, all the agents here, including you, won't ever see the light of day again."

After Steven and the other agents left the office, Secretary Howard Harley texted someone from his smartphone as he looked at the virtual window, which was an LED monitor.

- code CH321 situation in class K, calling Scorpion.
- code AX001 request received.

After some simple texting going back and forth, Secretary Harley leaned on his chair and closed his eyes, thinking about the hacked documents.

"I'm not worrying too much about the SS class documents, but the problem is that one SSS class document. It contains information about new technology that hasn't even been applied in our country… why is this happening when I'm the Secretary…? I've got to take care of this in a week. Just a week."

*  *  *

December 18th, 2015 09:00, Kim In-jik's Place in Seoul, Gangbook-gu, Sooyou-dong.

The two men, staring at each other with a sloppy expression, stayed up all night checking the contents of Pandora's box. They were in a state of mental confusion and could not escape. The most mysterious place on earth, surrounded by all kinds of rumors, built in 1940 in Nevada, United States, Area 51 - it had copious amounts of data concerning aliens and UFOs and research based on these; it explained how the United States was leading the 20th century's technology because it was all based off of this technology, and - most surprisingly - the new technology had not been introduced to the world yet. All of this was on a USB drive in a small room in Seoul.
 
"Bro, I don't know about anything, but, um, what is it called, the stealthy aircraft technology, we can be the richest people in Korea just by selling this to the government or to some companies!! Hahaha!!" Kang Kyoung-ho laughed out loud as if he owned the world.

Kim In-jik's face slowly turned darker. He regretted hacking for the first time since he started it as a hobby in high school. As Kang Kyoung-ho's laugh got louder, Kim In-jik's anxiety grew more and more.

"Shut up and stop laughing!!"

Kang Kyoung-ho stopped laughing, then looked at Kim In-jik and seemed confused. "What, why?"

"Do you not realize what this is? This isn't just a lead from a company. Just like you said, this is stuff that can turn the world upside-down! Having this top-secret information means that we could get assassinated without anyone knowing or spending our lifetime in jail. And you're laughing at this?" Annoyed by his friend's laugh, Kim In-jik laid down on his bed.

Realizing how serious the situation was, Kang Kyoung-ho also laid down next to In-jik. "Assassination? Jail? You're scaring me! Would they know that you did all this?" His dream about being rich turned into fear. He asked In-jik again. "No way. Do you think they could find us? You've always been good at this! There's no way they can find you. How are they going to find you? Don't worry too much about it!"

"I don't know about that. But we do know how important and confidential those documents are… wouldn't they chase me until I die?"

"What, what do you do then? Turn yourself in?"

"I have no clue. I need to think about it. Oh, and you know you can't tell anyone, right?" Kim In-jik got up to get his laptop on top of the bed and turned it on. Not hearing anything back, he reiterated to Kyoung-ho again. "Don't say anything."

Fearful, Kyoung-ho replied back, "You think I'm an elementary schooler? I understand what's going on. What are you doing with your laptop though? Deleting the data?"

"No, I'm just checking if there are any trails I left that can possibly be tracked back to me in the future. I'm just getting anxious."

"Alright, but don't delete it, even if you're getting anxious."

*  *  *

December 17th, 2015 11:00 (16th 21:00 in Nevada), The Secretary Office in Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada, United States.

Steven, the Head of the Security Department, seemed a little better than yesterday when he was showing his report to Secretary Harley.

"The final hacking point was found in South Korea. We're preparing the list of people in Korea who could have potentially done this, and we're also checking for any hacker groups that may be visiting Korea."

"Korea? Not China, Russia, or ISIS?" Secretary Harley could not believe what Steven was telling him. He started to read the report in more detail. "Why would Korea do that?" Considering the United States' alliance with Asian countries - and how Korea is the most reliable out of those countries - Secretary Harley was not able to find any reason why. After he finished reading the report, Secretary Harley said to Steven, "Look for the evidence anywhere - from government to private security companies, hackers, anyone related that's been staying in Korea for more than three months. Anything is fine, but we have to finish this case in one week."

Secretary Harley took a Cuban cigar from the box and lit it. After smoking a few puffs, Secretary Harley continued talking, but quietly. "Once we get all the information about the hacker, Scorpion will take care of the rest."

Since Secretary Harley mentioned Scorpion, Steven realized the situation was more serious than he thought.

"I apologize for this, Secretary Harley. As Head of the Security Department, I'm aware that this is my fault. I will try my best to recover from this."

"You better. We don't know what will happen to Korea once Scorpion starts moving."

Scorpion is an unofficial assassination organization with about 200 agents from various special forces and governments working internally. They are an S class assassination organization that not only performs assassinations, but possibly can initiate terrorist attacks, if it's in the interest of the United States. There were only about 20 government officials in control of them, and Secretary Harley was one of them.

With Scorpion becoming part of recovering the Area 51 documents after the hack, it meant that Secretary Harley wanted to take care of this situation in any way possible - quietly - as opposed to getting the government involved or exploring a political resolution.

"I can get the report by tonight, correct?" Secretary Harley asked.

"Yes, and I will have the report be as detailed as possible."

"Okay, you're dismissed."

As Steven left the office, Secretary Harley put out the cigar and pressed one on his office phone. "Put me in contact with NASA, please."

"Okay, just one moment."

Shortly after, Secretary Nathan Mibolt from the National Aeronautics and Space Administration picked up the phone.

"Hi Nathan, this is Harley."

"Hi, it's been a while, Harley."

"Has anything been leaked to the press?"

"Not a peep. We would face the worst of it if this came out. We're making sure that even our internal agents are keeping it quiet. Anyway, I heard that some information about the hacker was found?"

"We've learned more about the hacker; I'm trying to end this situation in one week."

"I see. I hope this ends as soon as possible. It's awkward… and embarrassing to say that the hacker went through our system."

"It should end soon. But just so you know, soon there will be no connection to the NASA network for a bit. Please remind people about the confidentiality again, and I will call you soon."

"Will do. I'll talk to you later, Harley."

A novel about the Government and its people becoming one to raising their country back up.
A militaristic style novel that implements slight futuristic technology as the plot's basis.

After seeing off Bub and Eddy, Charlie returned to the rest of her group.
She wasn't sure what she had missed but Nevada seemed to be arguing with Koty about something while Lola just stood off to the side.
The conversation became slightly clearer as she got closer.
"Come on Koty, just go with it."
"Not happening. We are not supposed to be attracting attention."
"But they just got ripped off!"
"And that's their problem! It's not like they've noticed!"
"I noticed! And someone should tell them before the seller gets away!"
"What's going on here?" Charlie figured this was as good of a time as any to interject.
"You saw that restored Superbird earlier right?" Nevada continued to stare down her brother as she replied to Charlie.
"Yeah, what of it?" The car stuck out in Charlie's mind as well because something had just seemed weird about it.
"You mean you didn't notice either?"
"Notice what?"
"It's not a restoration! It's a reproduction."
"What? How can you be sure?"
"At first it looks normal right? But the more you look, the more you feel something is off."
Nevada paused to see if Charlie would figure it out. Charlie, however, had not spent nearly as much time staring at the old muscle car as Nevada and didn't spend the effort to reason out what was wrong.
"The materials are all off! Essentially, everything is too new and the body lines are off by a few degrees." Nevada couldn't keep it to herself anymore and explained all the minor details that gave it away.
"That still doesn't make it our problem." Koty asserted once again.
"Yeah, but," She started to argue with him again when Charlie cut her off.
"Nevada, your brother is right. We should just leave it be. Our goal has been accomplished and we need to head out." Charlie was firm and steered them towards the exit.
Nevada continued to pout for most of the ride home.
While she was always up for making a quick buck, she was always honest about it. It was stunts like this that stirred her sense of justice.
Still, she did see their point and decided to let it go.
Charlie, on the other hand, was thinking in a completely different direction. She was trying to figure out who would dare be bold enough to put a counterfeit car up for auction. And if an eighteen year old girl could notice something was wrong, surely the auction house should know.
She frowned and pulled out her cellphone.
[Murphy, I need you to look into something for me.]
Whenever she needed something or needed to know something, Murphy was the guy to ask. It had taken several years to hire him exclusively, but it was worth it.
It took a good while for him to respond. He wasn't exactly great with technology and usually asked the youngest guy, Eddy, for help.
Charlie knew that Eddy was currently out with Bub and the Camaro so Murphy was on his own.
[dEtai8ls]
She sent him the information she had about Stella's and the strange Superbird and then put her phone away.
Based on the message he had managed to send, there was no point in waiting for a confirmation from Murphy.
She looked over at Nevada and decided that she would go ahead and take her in.
Spending the day with her had proved Chance right about the teenager. Nevada certainly was spirited and passionate. Given her observational skills, she was most likely hard-working as well.
"Nevada?"
"Hmm?" The girl was lost in her own thoughts and reluctantly turned to face Charlie.
"Are you coming home with me tonight?"
"What? Now?" Charlie's words brought Nevada back to earth.
"Well, yeah."
"Um, I have one more week of classes for my certification." She shook her head in refusal.
"And after that?"
"Job hunting?"
"You're hired!"
"Huh? I never applied!"
"Too late, I call dibs! You can't work for anyone else. One week from now, I'll come pick you up myself." Charlie flashed a huge smile at her new apprentice.
Nevada just held her forehead and glared at her idiot brother.
'This is all his fault!' She screamed in her mind. 'Just wait until we're alone!'
Koty felt her stare and refused to turn around. He still wasn't sure why she was mad earlier and now Charlie had provoked Nevada even more.
'I'm dead.' He sank down in his seat and tried to ready himself for whatever punishment was headed his way.
His horror increased when Lola came to a smooth stop in front of his house.
"Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning." He said goodnight to Lola and bid farewell to Charlie before helping his sister out of the car.
As soon as they closed the front door behind them, Nevada started.
"How stupid can you be and still breathe?!"
"Um, sis... I was wrong. How can I do better?" Poor Koty was still clueless so he had to ask.
"You. left. the. front. door. unlocked." She said each word slowly though gritted teeth and poked his chest in between each one so he would be sure to understand the first time.
All the color drained from Koty's face but it was about to get much worse.
She had a lot of pent up frustration from being dragged around all day and now she had her punching bag of a brother to vent on.

'How did I fall this far this fast?' He thought as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. He tilted his head back and downed the rest of his liquor.
He picked the bottle up off of his desk to refill the glass for the nth time. Just a single drop rolled out and fell into the empty vessel.
'Well isn't that just fantastic.'
In a moment of hazy frustration, he hurled the bottle across the office. It wasn't like there was anyone to care about a mess of broken glass anyway. There was no one around to even hear it shatter.
Even he didn't get to hear it shatter.
When that realization hit him, he jerked his head towards the door where he had thrown the bottle.
In the shadows there stood a petite young woman, the bottle in her hands. She appeared to be carefully studying the label and completely disinterested in him.
"Wh-who are you?" Perhaps he had turned around too quickly. The room was starting to sway. He barely managed to sputter out those three words much less put them in the right order.
"How original," the woman rolled her eyes before fixing them on his. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that very question?"

~~~~~

This is NOT a transmigration or reincarnation story!

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If those you trusted most had betrayed you and you had lost everything and someone offered you a second chance, would you be willing to take it?

Would you still be able to trust others?

Chance L. Addison has seemingly hit rock bottom when he is offered an unlikely opportunity to start over. Not only can he get back to where he was before, he can have his status elevated further to become one of the most wealthy and successful tycoons in the world.

But first he is at a small publishing company?

What secrets could he be keeping? And what secrets are his saviors keeping from him?

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All the symbiotes except general Phil are dressed in clown suits and doing a circus show some holding signs saying jokers next While they cut down all soldiers and they all have their blood turn them into carnage clones and their guns fuse with their symbiote forms,

 and then their armor just adds extra protection for his army they continue their march to the center where the leader is hiding.

In the leaders hiding place 

Leader: Fuck fuck fuck where's the league they're coming Bob I need you to take car of them .

A guy bigger and buffer than the hulk walks out who has strength half of the hulk and high resistance to all types of attacks his name... BOB THE BUILDER

and he's going to fix this problem, maybe?

(AN: Heheh Kakashi's plans are going to have some problems)

Bob: so what am I fixing this time boss.

Leader: pleas fix the problem we can't handle it.

Bob: well it's time to fix this problem by wrecking some. sludge things!?

Bob charges out completely breaking the front area and completely bull dozes dozens of symbiotes all their hosts instantly dead due the pure strength completely blew of the head with the symbiote.


Kakashi saw this through the shared vision and was very surprised NY this being of strength who is beyong peak human strength.

And soon all the symbiotes keep on slashing stabbing anything the can to turn him to their side but Bob kills 30 more while only gain small cuts.

But then he starts going berserk over this these Insignificant  invader caused wounds on home then he did a slam and killed a group of 20 in mere moments and soon many more fall before the went for the eyes to turn him and he started to slowly turn .


But then he tore it off all the while his eyes turned red and black and his teeth sharpened and he started killing more until Phil to out Bob and managed to "convince" him to join their cause. and soon they poured into the leader who was actually the governor and killed him and took it over Carnage made Phil the leader while this happened .

Some plasma turrets activated  and managed to kill a few symbiotes before being destroyed.

And soon the Us and league heard soon the carnage army is becoming less manageable so the league sends superman to combat the symbiotes  but there was a electrical energy barrier laced with kryptonite particles incorporated into the barrier.

 And then due to Superman's ignorance he was getting sliced and soon he joined them and became a general with no control over his body.

And with this kakashi can take over other states later on.


1 week later the league panicked slightly so did the government they're pretty scared due to super man being controlled they're threat level just increased while Superman took over Nevada very quickly by making every town city and soon the main city, governor, and his body guard and soon super carnage gained his own state to control with an army .

So now the ground work for taking over the U.S and gaining Harley as one of his queens or maybe the only one he's not sure yet.

And now Kakashi started doing hero work as a hero as a cover up for his villain persona and he's saved lots of people the league doesn't suspect him.

 And the people love the writer hero Kakashi the an who made the greatest piece of literature for all people and maybe a eventually all races.


And while the us and league plan to negotiate with him or stop him hes on his couch reading icha icha and later on he will train, then study.

At jokers warehouse 

Joker: Hahaha so carnage is coming for me that's a good joke I wonder why he would want to harm little ole me.

Joker goon: I dunno boss but its is very funny .

while joker and his goon talks Harley is thinking for a certain mercenary and wonders why his look felt kinda nice like he knew how she feels even if  a little bit it still meant a lot.


And back to Kakashi who is thinking on his toilet while finishing his icha icha book....

This is a story about how a student of happy harbor high school was either onnthe wrong place at the wrong time or in the right place at the right time enjoy.

"Haa… today was really satisfying." Chris hadn't had this much fun playing for a long time, so she's enjoying her happy playtime again. 

Like a cat she started jumping here and there playing with her new toys, she was even playing with the debt collectors and security guards this afternoon. 

"So, because you can use half the energy required to use your abilities, you're playing binding with them…" Gin muttered speechlessly.

"Fufufu, Gin, your magic item is really great, look with I can make more ropes and control them easier than normal. This is the best gift, thank you." Chris was honestly very happy, even in the Heaven realm these items can rival those crafted by famous and powerful Gods and Gin making them is truly extraordinary. 

Gin smiled in joy seeing Chris so happy. 
"A Kiss then." 

"Smooch" Chris thoughtlessly kissed his cheek. 

Yunyun just finished her business in the kitchen and came into the room seeing Chris and Gin flirting with each other, she smiled mischievously and teased Chris. 
"Huhuhu, you're getting more and more bold now, Sensei~" 

"T-That's not it! You set me up! Gin – why are you running!? Come back here!!" Chris blushed madly for falling into this mischievous bad boy's trap again. 

"You know you wanted it too~. Well, see you later." Gin started running to the little garden hidden in his back yard to not get beaten by a raging Chris. 

- - -

- at Little Garden - 

"Nevada good work." Gin said cheerfully.

"Hehe, thank you, sir, it is natural that I would guard Stardust house against intruders, so leave it to me!" Surely the title of a Regional Guarding Expert is not just a mere title.

Nevada saw Gin put up a tent on the edge of her nest and asked confused; 

"eh, Sir Gin… you're not going back into your room?" 

"No, I want to rest here for tonight." Gin said casually, he was sure Chris was still standing guard in his room waiting for him to come back for her revenge. 

He didn't want to get forced to do something as he's very tired today. As such he decided to get some rest in the Little Garden. 

"Now, let's wait for my supervisor for the house arrest, goodnight Nevada." Said Gin yawning slowly falling asleep. 

- - - 

- Stardust house: Guest Room- 

{Very clever Gin, you didn't return tonight.} Muttered Chris, smiling wryly at failing to get back on this guy tonight. 

"Yunyun, let's sleep in the main room tonight. Gin is sleeping outside today." Chris told Yunyun, catching her attention as it's not good for cute girls like her to stay up so late. 

"Eh, will Gin come back tomorrow?" Yunyun asked curiously. 

"Probably, Afterall his supervisor is coming tomorrow to see if he is obeying the punishment." Said Chris after thinking for a moment.

"Okay," Yunyun said softly, relieved she can finally go to sleep with Chris. 

- - - 

Next morning... 

A beautiful brown-eyed and similarly brown-haired woman came in through the door, wearing casual clothing, which showcased her sexy figure, a curvy bottom looking as if it was asking to be grasped with a slender waist followed by round and full breasts which were threatening to spill out, making males salivate looking at her breasts

(ED: Hehe, Lol read few Chinese novels lately so I thought why not :p) 

"Hi Gin, Yunyun, Chris. I'm coming in." Luna greeted them warmly. 

Gin and the girls invited Luna in and sat in the living room, smiling.

"Hi, Luna! Why are you here so early?" Chris said enjoying her tea. 

"Obviously, I'm taking the duty to watch the rouge criminal, we must protect Yunyun's innocent heart from the wild beast here… I don't want an unripe fruit get plucked before maturing." Luna said excitedly. 

"I completely agree, you really are my friend. Great minds think alike." Chris shook Luna's hand tightly obviously with the same opinion. 

Yunyun didn't understand what they were talking about, but she was happy that her Sensei and Luna were getting along.

{Maybe I should also put Luna on the Gin family register} Yunyun thought happily. Gin just coughed seeing these two girls teasing him. 

"hmm, this time seriously, why are you here? I remember Sena said she would send a security guard watching over me for a few days, so why are you here, Luna?" Gin asked curiously. 

"Because most officers complained as they didn't dare to challenge yourself and your- family. You are an exception, the Headquarters in the capital asked a guild chief of the Axel Town adventure branch to be your supervisor during the trial period, so I arrived here." Said Luna busing herself with breakfast with them. 

"Isn't there another reason?" He thought that it was impossible for that to be the only reason why she's here. 

"Also, the pay is high," Luna said casually. 

"And?" Gin asked clearly not impressed. 

Luna smiled mischievously and said cutely; 

"Hehe, I also get a vacation, that's the most important part. Yunyun, Chris I will stay with you for a while, so please take care of me. Can you please show me my room?" 

Luna followed after Yunyun who was excitedly jumping up and down who said happily; 

"Welcome to Stardust house, Luna!" 

- - - 

-Morning, Axel Town, Adventurer's Guild- 

The warm and refreshing morning did not feel pleasant for everyone, especially one woman… Eva was angry reading a memo that was written by her chairman. 

[I went to Gin's place to be his supervisor for his punishment. 

These were the orders from Headquarters, so bye, Eva. 

Warmly from your beloved,

Luna.]

Eva squeezed the letter hard and shouted on top of her lungs making her yell to resound through the entire guild. 

"This is just your excuse… COME BACK HERE, YOU LAZY WOMAN!!!" 

"What is it!?" The officers got angry with all the noise Eva was making.

Gin is a simple man. but extraordinary salesman workers. live without family and try to live in peace. after living life as usual and life is almost stable. suddenly died from rescuing a small child who fell from the 5th floor and then turned on by the goddess to live with Satou Kazuma as his younger brother

"Maybe my own life first but now I have a family. Fine !! I'll take care of my older brother" Gin is excited.

A few days later.

"Gin, please ..." Kazuma with a burnt face and crying because forgetting to eat anything in his room.

"Yosh. Now my life just wants to relax. But why is my big brother having trouble with something constantly? Troublesome" gin with a tired face but still trying to help because he saw his brother's troubles

how does the MC's life suddenly have to be Kazuma younger brother and what fate will be accepted after this?


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I Will update 7 chapter/1 week
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"ANG GANDA naman ng view, oh!"



Napalingon siya at sinimangutan ang pinanggalingan ng mga salitang iyon. Nginitian lang siya ni Lance saka kinindatan. Nilapitan siya nito at inakbayan.



"You're enjoying your stay here, Klarissa. Nalimutan mo na yatang may pamilya ka na naghihintay sa 'yo sa Manila." She protruded her lips and looked again to the beautiful view of sunrise.



Kasalukuyan siyang nasa mataas na bahagi at matamang pinapanood ang pagsikat ng araw. Dalawang taon na siyang naninirahan sa Batanes at tama si Lance, nag-e-enjoy na nga siya doon ng husto. Parang ayaw na niyang bumalik pa sa Manila kaso naroroon kasi ang mama at kapatid niya.



Nakilala niya si Lance nang minsang maghanap siya ng trabaho sa Makati. Ngunit dahil sa criminal record niya - kahit pa na-withdraw ang kaso, nahirapan siya at bukod tanging ito lang ang nagtiwala sa kanya. Hinayaan nitong i-handle niya ang resort at hotel nito sa Batanes kaya siya doon na tumira. Pansamantala din siya nalayo sa toxic na environment ng Manila at dahil nawili na siya sa Batanes parang ayaw na tuloy niyang umalis doon.



Lance now is her sister's fianceé and their getting married next month. Doon din ang venue kaya naman hindi niya maintindihan kung saan nanggagaling ang kahulugan ng sinambit sa kanya ni Lance kani-kanina lamang.



"I don't want to go back there, Lance. Dito din naman kayo titira ng kapatid ko kaya bakit pa ako babalik doon? Dahil sa laki ng pasahod mo, nakabili na ako bahay para sa amin ni mama malapit lang sa resort mo," aniya dito.



"Ayaw mong bumalik doon dahil may iniiwasan ka, iyon ba ang gusto mong sabihin, Klarissa?"



Bigla siya natawa. "Saan naman galing 'yan, Lance? Sino naman ang iiwasan ko doon? Ang ganda kasi dito at nasanay na ako sa pamumuhay kaya hindi ko na kailangan bumalik pa doon," 



"You knew that Morales became my investor last month, right? You can't lie to me. Alam kong nabasa mo ang email conversation namin ni Alfred kahapon," wika nito na nagpa-awang sa mga labi niya. "At para alam mo lang, he'll come here today to meet me."



Bumagsak ang balikat niya dahil sa sinabing iyon ni Lance. Nung umatras sa kaso si Alfred, nalaman niyang umalis ito kasama si Kit papuntang Nevada. She tried to get in touched with Kit but someone cut their communications. Hindi niya alam kung sino pero may hinala siyang si Cassie iyon. Nabalita din kasi sa international news na napanood niya na lumalabas ang dalawa at kung minsan ay kasama pa si Kit.



"You can't avoid him forever, Klarissa."



"So, magkikita kami ngayon? Pwede bang huwag ko muna siya harapin? Baka kasi hindi ko kayanin at umiyak na naman ako sa harap niya," Tumango naman ito. "thank you, Lance. Ever since I met you, wala ka ng ginawa kung 'di ang tulungan ako pati na ang pamilya ko,"



"Nagagawa ng kapag nagmamahal," he said to her. Kumindat pa itong muli sa kanya.



Sobrang in love ito sa kapatid niya kaya naman inalok nito agad ng kasal pagka-graduate nito sa kolehiyo. Hindi naman siya tumutol dahil kilala niya si Lance at malinis ang intensyon nito sa kapatid niya. She remembered the time when Lance confessed to her. She refused it because she's still stock with Alfred. Mabuti na lang at nahanap nito ang babaeng karapatdapat sa pagmamahal nito sa katauhan ng kapatid niya.



"Pwede ka magday off ngayo para hindi kayo magkita na dalawa sa hotel mamaya,"



Muli siyang nagpasalamat dito. Iniwan na siyang mag-isa doon ni Lance at binaling na niya ang atensyon niya sa araw na ngayon at nakataas na. Another day is about to start again. She must face it with a brave heart.




MATAMANG inalis ni Alfred ang suot niyang itim na shades pagpasok niya sa Paradise Hotel and Resort. Doon niya kikitain ang may-ari noon na si Lance Alvarez. Hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit siya nag-invest sa hotel and resort business. Malayo iyon sa line of business na siyang hawak niya. May gusto lang siyang kumpirmahin at malalaman niya iyon sa mismong lugar na iyon.



Lance Alvarez was reportedly dating a local in Batanes and when he looked at the photos online he saw Klarissa with Kris and their mom. Two years have been passed and those years, his remained in love with her. Kahit na una siyang sumuko. Kahit mas pinili niyang lumayo at subukan kalimutan ito. He's so stupid to do all of that moves. Nung malaman niyang totoong na-framed up lang si Klarissa gusto niya agad bumalik ng Pilipinas at humingi ng tawad sa dalaga.



It was Cassie who planned everything. Na-obsessed ito sa kanya kaya ginawa nito ang lahat para mawala si Klarissa sa buhay nilang mag-ama. Until now, Kit is still giving him a cold treatment. Siya kasi ang dahilan kung bakit naputol ang komunikasyon nito kay Klarissa nung unang dalawang buwan nila sa Nevada. Hindi pa niya alam ang buong katotohanan noon at anghel pa ang tingin niya kay Cassie. But just like Camille, she's into his wealth and power too. Kaya naman nang mabisto niya ito, lahat ay ginawa niya upang maiganti si Klarissa dito. He made sure that Cassie's business will go bankrupt just like what he did to Camille when he finally got the evidence to pinned her for slash funds on every projects that MSC have. 



"Mr. Alfred Morales, welcome to Paradise Hotel and Resort. How was your flight?" tanong ni Lance ng salubungin siya nito sa entrance.



The hotel were nice and neat. Quality din ang service ng mga staff na hindi naalis ang ngiti sa mukha. No wonder why its tags as the best of best hotel and resort in the world.



"Flight was fine, Mr. Alvarez." Tinanggap niya ang pakikipag kamay nito. Giniya siya nito papasok sa pinaka-main lobby ng hotel and resort. Doon isang pamilyar na tinig ang tumawag sa pangalan nito. He was surprised to see Kris there with her mom. Higit na nakasupresa sa kanya ang paghalik ni Lance dito. Kagaya niya, nagulat din ang dalawa nang makita siya doon. Iyon lang ang nababanaag niya sa mga mata nina Kris at mama nito. Nasa isip lang ba niya ang lahat na galit ang mga ito sa kanya?



"Nasaan ang Ate?" Nadinig niyang tanong ni Kris kay Lance.



"Day off. I forced her to take it since she's been working here day and night," tugon naman ni Lance. Binalingan siya nito at hinawakang nang mahigpit ang kamay ni Kris. "Mr. Morales, I want you to meet my fianceé and her mom."



Gusto niyang sabihin dito na kilala na niya mga ito at sigurado siyang may ideya na din si Lance tungkol sa kanya. Dinala siya ni Lance sa sky lounge ng Paradise at doon nila pinag-usapan ang tungkol sa investments at iba pang may kinalalaman sa negosyo. Maganda ang kabuuan ng hotel at resort na iyon. Perfect vacation spot sa mga taong naghahanap ng peaceful ambiance katulad niya.



Tumagal ang meeting nila ng dalawang oras at nang matapos iyon, agad siyang pinahatid ni Lance sa kanyang suite. Upon entering, a cozy feelings embraced him and the bed was inviting. Nilapitan niya iyon at nahiga doon saka matamang tiningnan ang ceiling. Ngayon lang siya nakaramdam ng matinding pagod mula sa ilang araw niyang pagbiyahe pabalik balik sa Singapore, Nevada at Pilipinas. Kailan lang nang maisipan niyang bumalik doon kasama si Kit at doon na muli tumira. Natuwa naman ang anak niya kahit pa sabihing nasanay na ito sa pamumuhay sa America.



After all they'll keep on coming back to where they belong. Marahan siyang bumangon at naisipan niyang lumabas at mag-ikot ikot sa resort. Bawat masalubong niyang staff ay binabati siya na para bang kilala na siya ng mga ito. Naisip niya din na baka na-inform na ni Lance ang lahat kaya naman gano'n na lang ka-warm ang pagtanggap sa kanya doon. Tinungo niya ang beach front kung may mangilan ngilang tao na tingin niya ay katulad niyang guest din doon. But a woman in a floral long summer dress caught his attention. He's been longing for her and two years without seeing her was a torture. Hindi lang siya ang gano'n dahil maging si Kit ay miss na miss na ito.



Pinagpatuloy niya ang paglalakad hanggang sa maging limang hakbang na lang layo niya dito. He saw how the wind danced her light brown curly hair. Nakangiti din ito at iyon na yata ang pinakamagandang tanawin na nakita niya. Tila napansin nito ang presensya niya at bumakas ang hindi maipaliwanag ang ekspresyon. Unti unti nawala ang ngiting kanina lang ay nakita niyang nakaguhit sa mga labi nito bago siya lumapit. Kanina, nadinig niya kina Lance at Kris na nag-day off ito kaya hindi na niya masyadong inasahan na magkikita sila ng araw na iyon. But destiny made their paths crossed unexpectedly. He was about to speak when she suddenly walks fast and leave him there.



"Damn…" aniya habang nanatiling nakasunod sa papalayong pigura ni Klarissa.



Maybe she's not ready to see him. Baka iniisip nitong galit pa din siya dahil sa nangyari two years ago. Malalim siyang napabuntong hininga. He'll be staying there for a week and they will see each other even if she tried to avoid him. Nag-isip siya nang magandang paraan para muli itong i-approach sakaling magkita sila ulit ngayon o sa mga susunod pa na mga araw. Gusto niya din malaman kung kaya pa ba siya nitong patuluyin muli sa buhay nito. After all, siya pa din ang hinahanap hanap ng puso niya. For two years, he tried to date other girls but at the end of the day, he's still stock with her. A memory of their almost relationship.

Her heart had been blue while his heart had been borrowed. Will they entertain that magnetic force called love again?

~•~•~•~

Buong buhay ni Klarissa ay ginugol na niya sa pagta-trabaho para sa pamilya niya. Kaya naman nang may mas malaking offer sa kanya ay agad niya tinanggap iyon. Lahat kasi ng bagay kahit kapalit pa noon ang pansarili niyang kaligayahan ay gagawin niya para sa pamilya niya. Ngunit ng makilala niya ang boss niya na ubod ng gwapo at hot ay parang gusto na niyang umatras sa laban. Hindi kasi kasama ang puso niya ngayon sa dapat niya problemahin. Ngunit anong gagawin niya kung hindi niya magawang kontrahin ang puso niya?

Lifeless, iyon si Alfred matapos mamatay ng pinakamamahal niyang babae. Breathing but not living. Bahay at trabaho lang ang araw araw na routine niya. Naiwan sa kanya ang tanging alaala ng kanilang pagmamahalan. Si Kit - ang ten years old niyang anak na tanging nagpapagaan sa loob niya. Ngunit gano'n pa 'man tila may kulang pa din. Hindi pa din bumabalik ang kulay sa mundo niya. Kaya nang dumating sa buhay nilang mag-ama si Klarissa ay nayanig ang mundo nila. Sa isang iglap, natagpuan na lamang niya ang sarili na nahuhulog dito. Si Klarissa na ang kanyang bagong simula? 


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One month later…

It was a sweltering August in Massachusetts – a rarity if there has ever been one.

Crowley teleported to his hidden cabin, mainly to check if everything was okay. Gabriel hasn't contacted him in any way for the last few days, and this worried the demon. The angel couldn't go a day without at least calling him and - with the advent of the smartphone - texting as an alternative. Granted, he was playing nurse for Harry, but he sincerely doubted it could be that difficult.

Crowley found them in one of the bedrooms on the second floor. They were all empty except for a single bed and a closet, out of conformity then necessity – demons and angels didn't need sleep. Crowley just made the rooms as a precaution in case anything came up in the future.

Harry's bedroom – in the short time that it was made his – was transformed into a full-blown hospital room. There was an EKG monitor, multiple drips, a breathing mask, everything that could possibly be seen in a top notch hospital critical care ward. Harry was laying under a few sheets, arms on top, looking…different. Crowley didn't get a good lock before spotting Gabriel on the side of the bed, reading a book of all things, while maintaining two fingers on the boy's forehead.

Crowley was speechless.

Gabriel looked up from the book. "Oh, hey Crowley. Has it been a month already?"

"Just…what…how…" Crowley was speechless – this event could be counted on one hand for the number of times it has happened.

Gabriel checked what the demon was looking at, "Yeah…the situation was MUCH worse than anticipated, but it's been taken care of. I had to go statewide to get all the supplies, but I don't think anyone actually noticed a few missing machines."

Crowley clutched his forehead, "Gabriel, before I lose my bleeding mind trying to understand how this escalated so badly, you mind explaining to me slowly how it got to this point?"

Crowley was already at his limits patience wise. He had just finished sorting out the mess of all the demons killed out of Elizabethville, Ohio. Ever since it became Sin City, a few too many crossroads demons got killed off by the Winchesters in their crossfire with the "Seven Deadly Sins." (1)

"Right…you may want to sit down…this will take a while."

Crowley, not seeing another chair in the room, sat on Harry's bed, making sure not to touch the boy. Gabriel put down the book – which Crowley finally noticed was a reference book on raising troubled kids – and took his fingers off Harry before facing Crowley.

"Crowley, you are aware how we demons and angels are just essence? No physical bodies of use and such? Kind of why we search for vessels…"

"This is kid stuff Gabriel, get to the point."

Gabriel didn't like getting interrupted, and it showed, "Okay, fine! Where did you find your vessel, the one you are using now? What is he, a litigator or something."

Crowley just shrugged, "He is a moderately successful literary agent from New York but what does that have to do with…" (2)

"Is he your perfect vessel?"

Crowley thought about it for a second, "He is…very close. I use others from time to time but this one…is pretty darn close to how I used to look. It just gives me the greatest access to my powers..."

Gabriel interrupted, "Because it feels natural to you. It is the same for my body - I found it all the way back in Scandinavia during the IRON AGE. It had the best synch compared to all the other bodies I ever used, so I kept him youthful and immortal with my powers. And before you ask, his mind died long ago – what was left of it anyway…"

Crowley got freaked out at this, "Wait, you've used the same meat suit for over…"

Gabriel didn't want to bring to the age of his host, "ANYWAY…Harry still has a physical body, but he now has demon essence and blood, as well as angel juice in his veins. Generally, as a spirit, he would just search the world for a suitable vessel. But since he has a body to work with… the magic's got to work."

It dawned on Crowley what the angel was implying, "So the energies are actively changing him into his 'perfect form'?"

Gabriel got a slightly panicked look in his eyes, "'Perfect' may be too strong of a word. It is better to say that the process used your blood to make him look similar to you since I already strengthened the material to work with. Unfortunately, the process was arduous on the boy, too taxing for his meager energy resources. His first week was just me shoving supplements down his throat by the bucket full and treating his heart-attacks. It calmed down during the second week, so I got down to business and started uploading the English language into his brain. I finished quickly, got bored, and started adding other stuff as well. THAT'S when I found the real problem caused by his transformation."

Crowley was just befuddled, "So, ignoring the fact that you basically made him Neo from the freaking 'Matrix' movies…What could be worse than undergoing the Kafka experience?"

Gabriel slowly realized he was screwed either way, "You remember when I said I tinkered with his mind? Re-arranged it so to speak? All I did was simply organize it a bit more, made it more functional and such. You would be surprised how inefficient the human brain is… The point is, the transformation deep cleaned his mind. Don't know if that was due to some oversight on our part in the spell or the boy wanted it but…"

Crowly basically rushed Gabriel to the wall at this point, "But what? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HIM?"

"We may have technically given him alexithymia."

At this point, Crowley dropped the angel, "We what?"

Dusting himself off, Gabriel continued his explanation, "Alexithymia is defined clinically as 'the inability to identify and describe emotions in the self.' Long story short, he can't recognize or feel his feelings and the bodily sensations of emotional arousal. Thankfully, it's not so bad for him."

"NOT SO BAD?! I WANTED A SON, NOT THE FREAKING TERMINATOR!"

Gabriel had to calm the prospective grieving parent quickly before things got out of hand, "I said 'technically.' He doesn't really have alexithymia – he just no longer has any emotional experiences to fall back on anymore. Maybe his subconscious wanted a clean slate, but he personally didn't want to forget what had happened to him in that house. The ritual must have compromised between the two extremes and just…muted the experiences."

Crowley finally calmed down and steadily asked, "So…what is the difference?"

Gabriel got as technical as he could to appease Crowley, "He will know and understand what emotions are and how to respond to them. It's just that he has no emotional context for his memories. This means that all his recollections are intact – now sharper than ever because of it - but instead of color, they are in black and white."

"I don't get it – why is this such a big deal?" Crowley was no expert of the human mind – just human greed.

Gabriel sighed, "If you bothered reading any psychology book in all your years, you would figure out that while our past makes us what we are, it is the subtext behind the events of our lives that give the impact behind them. Consider an African-American robbing a store and being caught by the police. With emotions, the African-American had to rob the place to survive due to the lifelong persecution he has undergone from the bigoted police force that made his social-economic status very low. No emotions, a robber stole supplies to survive and had no feelings one way or the other regarding the cops he killed – they were just in the way. It is a small distinction, but it makes a world of difference. Look, it's too complicated to explain properly to you, but basically, the kid is a robot now…more so then he initially was."

Crowley just looked back at the boy in the hospital bed, "That could be a problem. Is there a way around it? I mean, we could just…raise him from this point on as normal…"

Gabriel just shook his head, "No, that won't work; it would be like watering dead-land – nothing will grow. Medically, we have no choices. Magically, though, we have options."

Crowley gave the angel a judging look, "What do you have in mind?"

"You ever hear of 'psychic vampires'? You know, beings like wraiths, succubi, maenads, phobophages, and nogitsunes, that feed on aspects of human emotions? Well, basically, we need to find some saps and drain them dry."

Crowley started to weight the options, "How many are we talking about here?"

Gabriel began to pace, "Probably some subset of eight."

Crowley got confused, "So how many – eight, sixteen twenty-four, thirty-six?"

"I DON'T KNOW YET!"

Gabriel didn't show it, but he was equally worried about Harry as well. Crowley now realized this and decided to calm him down, "Why eight, though? Is it for some mystical significance?"

Gabriel calmed himself down before explaining, "Psychologist Pia Mellody and others agree that human beings have eight basic emotions which break down further and mix into each other to create the vast spectrum of feelings available to us. The basic emotions are anger, fear, pain, joy, passion, love, shame, and guilt."

Crowley nodded, "Seems about right."

"So… we need to gather a few people, because even if we get the basic emotions, there are shades to them. If we are lucky, we may not need more than a dozen. Otherwise, it can go on for a while. Also, there is one snafu to this whole thing…"

Crowly started to rub the bridge of his nose, "What else can possibly be wrong?"

Gabriel pointed at Harry. "He has to drain them."

This is what officially caught Crowly off-guard. "Wait, are you saying he has to go all vampire on them?"

Gabriel got solemn at this point, "When he finally wakes up, he will be savage – not cold-blooded, but animalistic. We need to find a place for him to hunt while we or one of us monitors from a distance. As he consumes more and more emotional essences, his humanity will slowly return to him, which will make it easier to proceed. Eventually, we should be properly be able to see his essence when he gets his fill. Afterward, we go black-ops and get him out of the area and back to the cabin."

Crowley looked at the child in bed. Now that he got a good look at him, he indeed has changed. On the mystical spectrum, Crowley noted that Harry's soul – which was once blindingly white with a black shade in it - now had a dark red hue to it with a black orb orbiting it with a white haze around it all. Physically, while he was still six years old – wait, seven, he just had his birthday – he looked older now. His hair – once untidy and dark – was now long, sleek, and onyx black. His eyes, if Crowley could see them, would also be a darker shade of green as well – probably shamrock green. His body – while still scared and burned – was now filled out, somewhat muscularly defined. His arms and legs were longer – not freakishly, but enough to note the advantages in the future. Basically, he went from malnourished and broken all the way to seeming like a somewhat tall kid who regularly engaged in intensive sports and exercise with injuries to show for it.

Crowley was weighing the pros and cons, "How is he going to get it?"

"Think of it like sucking out their souls through their mouths, like the Facehuggers from the 'Alien' franchise. He won't kill any of them – his humanity is still in there – but he will injure them. Some, very badly. Others, not so much. If we play our cards rights, no one will die, and you still get the souls in the end if they are in your ledger."

Crowley looked back upon Harry. "Well, I didn't think I would introduce Harry to the supernatural world in such a way, but hopefully he won't remember draining them."

Gabriel nodded, agreeing with the demon's statement, "I'll get him dressed up and prepped. The final question, though… do you know a place that has people with such emotional peaks, and that won't notice so many people being attacked in such a way or even becoming missing?"

Crowley thought about it for a second and smiled, "Actually, I know a perfect place for him to drain some unsuspecting shmucks."

Early September…

"So, Bobby, anything weird on the spook-radar this week?"

The Winchester boys were currently outside Rowlins, Wyoming, having just gotten through a run-of-the-mill exorcism. They were outside their motel, eating burgers and pies while leaning on their Impala. Despite what happened with the Devil's Gate a few months back, Wyoming seemed no worse for wear.

Sam just looked at his brother in incredulity after taking a sip of his soda, "Dean, are you seriously asking Bobby for work? Dude, the craziness has just died down, and you want to look for trouble? You have less than a year left…"

Dean looked up from the phone at his younger sibling, "And I plan to make sure I to live every moment of it, Sammy. Now talk to me, Bobby."

Bobby answered the boys – he was on speaker – before the argument started up again, "Sorry Dean. It seems like everything is quite in your neck of the woods. I am with Sammy on this one – go and find a way to get out of your deal. Although…"

Dean picked up on the old man's wariness, "What, Bobby? Come on, don't hold out on me."

Noises which sounded like papers rustling were heard on the other end of the line, "Well… there was some strange stuff happening in Las Vegas…"

Sammy just laughed, "Bobby, this is Vegas we're talking about here - the place where crazy is the norm."

"Yeah, I know, but this is weird even for them. Hospitals there have been getting people admitted with comas."

Dean just shrugged while eating his pie, "So – what's so weird? People probably got mugged and beaten to near-death – it is the real 'Sin City.'"

Bobby just replied, "Nope. They were mugged but there were no significant injuries. The weird thing is what happened when the people woke up…"

Dean stopped mid-bite, "Wait, what do you mean 'woke up'? I thought a coma was like, a long time deal."

Bobby was getting annoyed, "Not all cases are like that, you idjit. Some comas are short, like in these cases. They are admitted comatose, and a day or two later they wake up. But the issue is that when they wake up, they have no emotions."

Sam got a worried look on his face, "You mean, they are emotionless?"

"No, I mean, they have no emotions whatsoever – their noggins have all the files in place, but it seems like all the wires have been cut. They still have their memories and know how the world works, but the folks are like freaking zombies now – dead on the inside. Officially, the examiner is diagnosing them with sudden extreme alexithymia. The problem is, you can't get this condition even with a possible head injury; you got to be born with it."

Dean finished his pie before asking, "Who are the victims?"

"Let me check here… it seems like we have a pimp, a guy who owned a bookie a lot of money, a girl with a broken arm, a kid on a winning streak, a couple on their honeymoon, a group of guys from a bachelor party, and a few more."

Dean noticed that he was evasive, "Damn it, Bobby, give me a number."

Only a sigh was heard on the other end, "As far as I can tell, there was two dozen."

The boys nearly did spit-takes, "TWENTY-FOUR PEOPLE HAD THEIR EMOTIONS STOLEN? How in all that is good in the world of hard-rock are we only hearing about this now?"

"Cus' it happened last month, and it has stopped since last week."

Sam got a worried look on his face, "What do you mean it stopped?"

"I mean, ever since last week, there have been no more victims – that, or the casinos got involved and are starting to cover it up."

"Don't you mean the local government?"

Bobby quickly corrected Sam, "Nope – casinos run that town. Anyway, since no one has been attacked, the case has been put on the backburner seeing as we have been, you know, busy dealing with the escaped demons and all."

Dean quickly asked, "Did another Hunter get involved?"

"Nope, sorry Dean. We old–timers share everything – easier to notice patterns and the like. Nobody claimed a kill in the area or send anyone out there. A rogue Hunter is also unlikely."

Dean was starting to get pissed, "Damn it, Bobby, you should have told us sooner. Look, we are about a day or two out of Nevada. Let me and Sammy check it out."

There was nothing Bobby could do at this point, "Alright, but listen up boys: you are simply doing recon. I haven't got the foggiest clue just what the hell could have possibly done this, so don't go doing anything crazy."

Dean just laughed, "Bobby, it's Las Vegas – things are gonna get crazy."

Meanwhile…

Crowley and Gabriel were sitting in the study, trying their best to ignore the guttural screams of Harry in the corner, all chained up - again.

Harry kept thrashing back and forth trying to escape. If it weren't for his momentary lapses of clarity getting progressively more frequent, the guys would have drugged him to prevent further harm.

"I thought you said he would get better after taking the emotional essences."

"Give it time, Crowley. Let his mind organize and take them all in – it's not something you can rush. If I could, don't you think I would have used my angel mojo to heal him by now?"

Crowley was shaking, but he understood, "Sorry, I am just nervous. I can't watch this anymore…he has been at it for a week. Can't we do anything to help."

"Can you help an addict detox faster? You leave him alone, and suffer watching him be in pain. Consider this your first lesson as a parent – watching and being unable to do anything to help your kid because it is outside your control."

Crowley put his head down in shame, but Gabriel approached him, putting his hand on Crowley's shoulder. "Look, Crowley, he is stronger than you give him credit. Yes, he went a little 'monstery' because of what he how to do to get the essence – seriously reminded me of the face huggers from the 'Alien' movie – but it was necessary. Besides, all the victims are still alive and kicking. Trust me; it will be better."

Crowley just sat there quietly looking at the fireplace, "I believe you, Gabriel…So much longer to you think this will go on?"

Gabriel looked back at Harry, who was now on the floor twisting himself in chains, digging at the air. "Hopefully, this will end by new moon – lack of moonlight usually kills some magics."

"So…we agonize ourselves for three more days."

"Yes, but in three days, he will finally be whole. Then the real work and joy starts."

"Oh, goody," stated Crowley sarcastically.

The pair sat in silence while Harry continued to thrash around. About five minutes later, panic suddenly appeared on Gabriel's face.

"What now?" noticed Crowley.

"Nothing, it's just…" spoke the angel while rubbing his neck.

"Well… spit it out…"

"Well… these are Harry's formative years and we have been chaining him up a little too often for my liking… I am honestly just hoping that this doesn't come back to bite as in the ass if he becomes a sadomasochist with a fetish for being chained up."

Not my novel I upload it here so I can listen to the audiobook while working long hours 

All glory goes to original author Sliksick
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12288184/1/Harry-Potter-Carry-On-Wayward-Son

A week has passed since the Nuclear Power Plant exploded. The Power Plant had a melt down, and a nuclear warhead went up as well, generating MASSIVE radiation, but luckily the barrier was in place so it was a localized radiation incident. No attempts were made to go through the rubble due to radiation and the constant burning fire, which had much fuel. It was an intense heat as well.

A week has passed and a party was held in the underworld. It was more of a memorial for Issei, then it was a party. Sirzechs was there holding his son in his arms, as he stood upon the stage with Rias and her peerage behind him, with Serafall there. The other two Maous were there. A giant statue of Issei was nearby, uncovered. Rias's mother and father were there as well, and so was Grayfia.

"Hello everyone. I know why you are all here today, so I shall skip the introductions. Issei... was a brave man. He sacrificed his life a week ago in America, rescuing two children from the Nuclear Power Plant. No children died from the incident, but we lost a brave man. A teenager. He was only 15, though he would be turning 16 next week... He was just a child himself wasn't he? I suppose it doesn't matter. He is no longer a child in any of our eyes... Issei Hyoudou was a man. He was willing to save lives, even if it meant he would die. Now, my newphew Millicas would like to say something..."

Millicas grabbed the mic from Sirzechs as he was held up. "Hello... I am only here today... because Issei saved my life. I was stuck on a pipe, but Issei pulled me free... minutes before the explosion. I was sure I was doomed... but... he came. He came for me. He went in there, through the fire, the explosions and the falling debris, just to save me. So he did... then he ran back inside... to save another child who went to use the bathroom... just minutes before all the Chaos. If it wasn't for Issei... I would not be alive... and I wouldn't be able to live my life... I just wish... I could thank him face to face... but now... ill never get the chance. Thank You, Issei Hyoudou." Millicas said, finished with his speech. It was heartwarming.

Rias was now the next one to speak, weakly walking to the podium. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks stained with tears. No one cared how she looked... she lost someone important to her... She took the mic from Millicas and gave him a smile smile. "Thank you Millicas." She said. Millicas just rubbed her back, giving her support. Sirzechs did the same. Rias looked out to the crowd, then she broke out in tears again after seeing the statue.

"I'm sorry everyone... I... I am so horrible looking for a princess aren't I?" She tried to say with a smile, but she couldn't. "I lost someone important to me... A man who was strong... and tough... he was willing to give his life... for others. He was willing to do things for others even if he got nothing out of it. Issei had a smile you know... It would... brighten up the room wherever he went. He was always smiling... always laughing." Rias said with a smile now, remembering Issei. "He always had a joke ready you know? He was always willing to crack one... just to lighten the mood... They were always corny, but he wouldn't care. He just would crack one and we would just laugh. Yea, his jokes got annoying sometimes... but it was how Issei was. Oh Issei... I miss you." Rias said, breaking out into a sob. Sirzechs came over and gave her a hug, taking the mic from her. She was led over to her peerage, who were also crying. Kiba finally came back... and he was there... tears in his eyes. Akeno and Koneko hugged Rias, all three of them crying together. Asia was in the corner, her tears staining her dress.

Sirzechs looked out to the crowd. "In honor... of Isseis sacrifice to the Underworld... and to the devil race... for his sacrifice to the children... for giving up his life, just to help others... The other Maou's and I give to him... the title of Maou and this statue, to commemorate his sacrifice. May Issei inspire us all... to be better people. Thank you Issei... for your sacrifice." Sirzechs said, placing the mic down. Everyone bowed their heads, and said Thank you Issei.

Riser and Ravel walked up onto the stage, walking to Rias.

"Rias... I'm sorry for your loss." Riser said. He looked very sympathetic to Rias. Rias looked up.

"Thank you Riser... but why are you here? You must have hated him."

"No... I cannot hate him... not anymore... Sure I did not like him for taking you away... but he was a better man then me. He was strong... brave... courageous. He gave up his life for children... not many would do that. I don't think I would have done it in his situation." Riser said, his eyes looking down. Ravel was behind him, her eyes red and puffy. She was crying as well.

"Thank you Riser... Oh I just miss him so much." Rias said, rubbing her eyes.

Riser gave Rias a hug. "I know... I know..." Riser said, not even trying to cop a feel. He was being very nice and sympathetic, missing Issei as well. He was a good rival for Riser.

Rias looked at Ravel... "Why are you crying so much?" Rias asked. She sniffled and Riser stopped hugging her.

Ravel looked away and didn't speak.

"She won't say it... but she had a crush on him. Seeing what he did against me and hearing his great deeds, Ravel grew a major crush on him." Riser said with a smile. Ravel hit him in his side, but it was so weak because her tears were falling.

Rias hugged Ravel who just started crying again. Rias began to cry as well, and all the girls began to hug each other, their tears falling... in sorrow of losing Issei Hyoudou...

In the large desert of Nevada... It was hot. The sun was striking down on the earth with all of its rage... The animals above ground were frying in the sun. It was a hot summer day. In the ruins of the nuclear plant, there was a large fire. However, there some some rumbling as well and shaking of the ruins of the building. It was then, a hand shot out... a hand covered in a black material. A few yards away... Eight large red eyes appearing out of the rubble...

Qin Guan did not get angry. He just retracted his sceptre and fell into deep thought. This was not worth his attention.
He acted like he'd just flicked an ant from his clothes and continued along his way, not caring about the creature's sorrow.
The chair began to descend slowly. Before it reached the floor, the wire pulled him up and he moved down leisurely. His tiptoes touched the sparkling stage before he turned around and disappeared without making any eye contact.
The background music suddenly stopped. Chris climbed off the floor and struck a lively pose before the audience.
Bang!
Pure white feathers fell from above, the splendid scene putting an end to the show. Satisfied by the spectacle, the audience clapped hard. This was a big honor for the performers.
The audience members bought bouquets and flower baskets for the actors. The curtain fell down. The next show was about to begin.
Actresses were dancing and singing happily to ease the atmosphere and comfort the nervous audience. Backstage, the stylist was busy applying a deep cleansing oil to Qin Guan's body.
"I'll clean it as much as I can, but you have to be careful when you bathe at home. At first, your skin will be more yellow than it was before. It will take a few baths with essential oil for the paint to be completely removed."
Qin Guan nodded casually, not taking his advice seriously. On the way to Cong Nianwei's competition though, his girlfriend kept making fun of his skin.
He had to get some kind of treatment immediately.
The show also aired on TV in Nevada and made the headlines of the newspapers with the largest circulation in the country. Chris' team was very good at handling publicity.
The high attendance and gifts from the audience covered the expenses of the whole tour. As a special guest, Qin Guan would get one percent of the total ticket income, excluding the fixed appearance fee.
Qin Guan earned 50,000 dollars for the ten-minute show. Plus, he also enjoyed some free publicity.
He had become a trend-setter in the fashion circle. His performance had created more options for models. Thanks to the development of technology, all industries and performances had to keep up with the times. Otherwise, they would be weeded out.
The TV show host shouted at the camera excitedly after watching the thrilling fight between Qin Guan and Chris.
"That was a real performance! It touched my soul right to the core. Qin Guan deserves all his acting awards! Those arrogant Hollywood stars should be ashamed! They waste such good resources on producing trashy films. If you can't do your job, let that Chinese man take over!"
Americans liked irony, but being an Asian was actually a shortcoming for Qin Guan. If he had been American, he would have received countless scripts after winning an award at Cannes. Instead, the investors had waited and observed the success of his two films.
Qin Guan was a broad-minded guy, so he was not annoyed by that. He knew that if he returned to the embrace of his motherland, countless scripts would be waiting for him.
Before he could finish reading the news reports, the bus had reached their destination. It was the house assigned to Cong Nianwei's team. That day, the organizing committee would announce the winner.
Competitors arrived one after the other. This was the final round, so they were all capable and experienced.
The architectural industry was very strict and precise. Cong Nianwei's partners seemed much younger than the other competitors. Everyone in the room was dressed formally. Even Qin Guan, who was an insider of the fashion circle, was treated like an official.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"Hi, I'm Blaze 30 years old. I'm a dreamer. I dream both good and bad dreams and it's my talent to interpret dreams.😎😯😏 Talk to me at FB messenger ID xxxxxx...."

"Hi, I'm Jeff. 21 years old. Single. From Nigeria. I'm a Business Management student. I will be graduating this year. 😎chat me at FB messenger ID xxxxx..."

"Hi, I'm Michael, 30 years old from New Zealand, a scientist.😎😏...
chat me at my FB messenger ID xxxxxx..."

"Hi, I'm Dave from Canada.34 years old. I'm a Navy. I'm on vacation as of now and I would like to chat with you 😊😏😘😎 at my whatsapp ID xxxxxx..."

"Hi, I'm Tim from Nevada. I'm a reporter from a news station here. But I love sight seeing beautiful sceneries as beautiful as you, my darling. 😘🙂😊😍 I'm 40 years old. Divorced.No kids. See you at my skype ID xxxxx...."

"Oh my eyes are getting tired from reading all these. I can't just trust their pictures in their profiles. Who knows, they look different in real person than their pictures? So I have to get to know each one of them then." KM decided.

So, she added each of them whom she have read emails of, to her messengers accounts. May it be in skype, whatsapp, FB messenger, instagram or wechat accounts. One by one she added them, from the top till the last one she have read.

She then opened the first one to check if he is online at that moment, and he is. She sent a message to him.

"Hi, Khalil. I'm KM. You sent me message in my email. do you have time to chat?"

At this, Khalil didn't reply her. Instead, he tapped his phone and started a video call. KM then accepted his call.

"Hi, KM. Oh, you're so beautiful!" Khalil couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Thanks. I'm just starting to get to know you. No strings attached yet please." defended KM.

"Oh, okay. What do you want to know then?"

"Anything about yourself."

"Oh okay. As you could see from my profile I'm..." Khalil wasn't able to finish what he was saying when KM cut him.

"Anything that's not written in your profile, I mean. For I have read your profile already." KM smirked.

"Oh, sorry for that. Anyways, I'm a muslim and I have two wives already. I'm hoping to find the third one, from dating online maybe...maybe you could be...hmmm?"

"No, thanks. I don't want to be the third wife. I want to be the first." smirked KM.

"I could arrange that for you to be the first...hehehe. You're so beautiful. I can divorce my two wives and marry you instead." flirted Khalil.

"No. I'm not interested. Sorry. But I will end this call now." KM ended the call without waiting for Khalil's response.

Next, she messaged the second one...

"Hi, James. I'm KM. You emailed me from the dating website."

 "Oh hi, KM. can we videocall?"

"Sure." KM replied quickly, thinking that he seemed was polite, in asking her first to videocall.

He did videocalled her and she accepted it.

"Hi" James with all smiles.

"Hello." KM smiled back at him.

She observed him a bit and he is handsome. He's got brown hair, green eyes, divided chin and he is muscular... Wait, muscular? That means, he is half naked? OMG... at this, she was shocked seeing his six packs abs...

(Warning: The succeeding conversations is a sexually sensitive issue. So if you will mind it, please discontinue reading as this will not affect the next chapters of the story. But if you won't mind, then continue.)

"You're beautiful KM. And I see you're drooling on my abs. I can show you more of myself. Hehehe. Can you show me your boobs, please?"

"What? Dream on! I thought you're a professional. It turns out, I'm wrong." KM was disappointed.

"Oh, no. I'm a professional yes. But I'm good in bed too. I have a big dick that can make you be satisfied and happy. hehehehe. Do you wanna see?" At this moment, he showed his dick on cam.

'Oh my God! He really showed his big dick. And it is indeed big and long, almost reached to his knees... the fact that it's not erected yet and it's in its' normal size, how much more when it's erected? huh!' KM in her thought, shocked and startled at what she have seen.

"Do you like it, babe? Hehehehe." James flirtingly smiled.

"No. You're a perv. No wonder, you're divorced!" At this, she ended the call. She then closed their conversation, disappointed and boiling.

In her mind, she couldn't believe it herself that there are really shameless and pervert men like James. Well, he looks good for starters, seeing his abs. But she got disappointed knowing that he is a perv and a maniac. It's her first time, she have encountered such kind of men though.

Truly, she realized that dating online have become so dirty then, nowadays. It's not like during the times of her parents. For their online dating was purely love. And they were her idols.

So she asked herself, would she be able to find her one true love in online dating then?
 
At this, she don't know. Or she don't know yet. It stressed her up though with just the first two men she chatted. They both don't deserve her pure love.

"Will I then continue? Oh well, that's enough for today. I'll decide tomorrow then whether I will continue my quest or not."

She then went to her bed and few minutes after, she's off to dreamland...

True love...could it be possible in online dating? In the world today, we are surrounded by many people who are either just pretending to be good or with wrong motives. It's hard to really pinpoint who are the pretending to be good, the bad, pretending to be bad, and the genuinely good people. How can you possibly find your true love in online dating, when it's even harder in her real world she's in? That's the delimma our MC is experiencing in her life while she's even being pressured of when would she get married when she's already in her 30's...
She couldn't help but doubt herself of finding her true love online...


Finally, Karl decided to pop up the question to Mj.
Karl's facial expression became serious all of a sudden.

"Mj, I love you so much and I can't continue to live a life without you. Will you marry me?"

Mj was in a great shock. Wait...What did he say? Her heart skip a beat. How is this possible online? Questions bombarded quickly in her mind. What will she answer then?

"Mj?" 
She snapped out of a daze when she heard him calling her name. 

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes!...But how? We are thousands of miles apart, Karl, you know that!"

"I'll come there to your country to marry you! But I'll have to save up yet for maybe 2 years so I can come there." 
"Promise?"
"Promise!" 

"You will have to promise me that you will wait for me until I come there."

"I promise, I will wait for you Karl, because I love you very much too!"

As we unfold her story and her struggles she's experiencing in between, will she be able to really find her true love? we shall find out...


This is my original story and not translated.

this book cover is all credits to valeriex
thank you!

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