Everyone is born with a chance to do something extraordinary with their life. Regrettably, not everyone realizes this soon enough to reach their happy ending.

UPDATE 19-Apr-20: Please head over to webnovel.com/book/16716768005963305 for new updates. Or visit: SubscribeStar.com/EmiOzner Apologies and thanks for understanding. William dreams of wielding magic. At a close call with Death, he manages to win his trust and become his student. As he trains, he uncovers an ancient war against demons, the purpose of his magic, and a whole world where his own identity is questioned. Seeking answers, he falls into a conflict between a mystical race, and a man of God who disposes outliers. The pull of the mysteries of his life and powers lead him to a new reality. A reality where deceit, suffering and wishes cause himself to die and be reborn into something godly. Set in the 1500's, TRANSFERENCE is a coming-of-age fantasy about a boy, who dreamed of light, but was destined to be of darkness. The book depicts struggles of youth, love, self-discovery and tackles religion, politics, life, but mostly death.

Twelve days ago. Somewhere in a highly urbanized city of Maharlika.
A man enters a business office room.
"Sir, the kid has already awaken! We've recorded a high energy signature in the south."
The man in tuxedo turned and stared intently at the one who announced the news. He's fourty-nine years old yet he's known to be the second richest man in Maharlika. His name is Ulciscor Rumolo.
"Are you sure it's him?"
"There's little doubt, sir. The energy has crossed the threshold."
Ulciscor grinned at the news he heard. His eyes beamed with excitement. It made him remember something.
"USELESS!" an ominous old man shouted angrily at Ulciscor. The old man is wearing a black robe and its hood is covering partially his face.
Ulciscor is prostrated in the floor. The place looks like a gothic cathedral. The windows are decorated by stained glasses and there are large paintings hanged on the walls.
His face bent towards the ground. He didn't dare raised his head but the expression in his face is not that of respect nor reverence but disgust and hatred.
In front of him is Lord Luzarro sitting on a large gold-plated chair. Although, it looks luxurious it is quite weird since the legs of the chair are designed as human legs.
He's the man who's behind his quick success. It is also from him that Ulciscor inherited the power to control hellfire.
Suddenly Ulciscor felt pressure all over his body. He tried to resist it but to no avail. Slowly, he's levitating against his will. He floated feet first. Lord Luzarro is imposing on him his overwhelming power!
Now, he feels his body straightening up. His feet and head are being pulled in the opposite directions. His arms were also spread out. He felt pain all over his body!
Lord Luzarro grinned. He caused Ulciscor levitate in upside down position with his head over five feet above the floor.
Luzarro stood up and walked towards Ulciscor. His shaggy face becomes more visible. His face almost touched that of Ulciscor. He murmured on his ear.
"You know we both hate this disgusting thing that I've been doing. I madly want to stop this more than you are. If you could just find the book already... then no more kids will die... like what happened to your daughter."
Ulciscor closed his eyes in anger after being reminded of what Luzarro did to his daughter. He remembered how his five-year old daughter, Lana, had a grim death at Lizarro's hands.
He was dying due to brain cancer that time when Luzarro came to him. Luzarro lives a secretive life. His identity is not open to the public. He is never listed among the great men in anything such as the richest or what.
His name was never heard in politics nor in any position in any global institution or secret societies which has been occupied by prominent people.
Nothing much is known about his life. But Ulciscor had heard rumors about him having supernatural powers and that he is more than five hundred years old and that he can even cure diseases.
Ulciscor's information about the existence of a person known as Lord Luzarro is underground. It is known only to the very few elite in the world. As a matter of fact, all the top eight richest persons in the world come to him either to pay courtesy or ask his blessing or advice.
Luzarro offered to him to cure his cancer. Although, Ulciscor didn't fully believe in his power, he begged him to cure him and vowed that he'll do everything for him if he can give him another chance. Luzarro agreed and asked only one condition.
Ulciscor remembered well what Luzarro casually said: "Rise, you're ailment is no more." Then he left after telling him that he'll know about the condition soon. As soon as he was healed, he also received the knowledge to control hellfire.
But regret always happens late. The condition was the life of his five-year old daughter. Too late for him to know that the secret to Lizarro's longevity is by regularly drinking the blood of young children!
It is said he had lived since the fourteenth century through this sinister method.
Ulciscor had known more about Luzarro since then for he had become subservient to him since he got his powers. He knew that Luzarro is not immortal. His secret to his longevity is a combination of alchemy and hellfire.
Everyday, his body is deteriorating and the black magic cannot sustain him any longer. He can cure diseases, including his own, but he can't ultimately stop the aging of the body.
It is not known to him, however, what exactly Lizarro's purpose is for his obsession with the book. All that he knows is that the book will help him end his dependence on children's blood to prolong his life.
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After his musings, Ulciscor left his office and walked along a hallway down an underground basement. He entered a guarded room. Inside a room was an alien prisoner.
He had much similarity with humans but there's no doubt that this being is an alien. The alien is inside a glowing cell. It's like a cell made from pure energy. It is four feet in width and lenght and nine feet tall. It's actually made of hellfire!
The alien is also being bound by the same energy on his hands and feet. And the hellfire chains are seamlessly connected to the cell.
As soon as Ulciscor opened the door of the room, the alien looked at him. The expression of anger is visible in its face.
"We've found the kid," said Ulciscor smiling.
The alien tried to move violently out of anger but the hellfire energy is too strong for him.
"Thanks to your technology, I can absorb the energy from him," his smile turned into little laughs.
"I have always believed that the universe, rather than being SCI-FI... aliens, time travel, parallel dimensions, blah, blah.., is supernatural, governed by the forces of good and evil spirits. But everything changed after we've found you. The universe is indeed full of surprises that you've never imagined is true. But what is more surprising, what is more grandiose... is that in this vast universe of different species, aliens, and dimensions... the human race can emerge as the most powerful! Other alien species may have the technology humans can only think of in fiction, but we have the brute power to rule over all and, thus, to harness all forms of technology according to our wishes! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Ulciscor then left the room. As he was walking back to his office, he's occupied with a thought.
"Finally, revenge is mine! My daughter, Lana... I'm so sorry. But soon I can avenge your death. This time, Luzarro will surely die!"
Ulciscor returned to his office. Waiting at the door outside is a woman and a man. The man is bald and wearing a leather robe, dark-blue jeans, and crocodile-skin shoes.
"We've located the area where the kid must be. Look, this is the town. The town's name is Linao Lake. The  burst of energy happened at exactly 12: 39 noon yesterday," said the woman as she showed Ulciscor a digital map on her tablet.
The man is blithely leaning at the wall of the room and is not paying attention to the two. He's listening to music through his headphone.
"Do you really think it's the kid that the alien is looking for?" the woman asked.
"Here's the reading. The threshold is five thousand but the power surge reached five thousand nine hundred units. It's  pretty high energy," Ulciscor showed the woman a device that reads energy levels emitted by a human. The bald man also glanced at the device as it made him curious.
"It must be him. Except for hellfire, there's nothing on earth that can be as strong as that which occured in that town," he added.
Ulciscor gestured at the woman and she followed him inside the room. She closed the door leaving the young bald guy outside.
"Sir, pardon me for saying this. But five thousand nine hundred units is even lower than half of your power. Why would you bother?" the woman asked.
"You know nothing! Here, listen to him. He will explain," Ulciscor turned on the led monitor in front of him and a man in lab uniform appeared.
"Yes. Allow me to explain. The kid's blue energy is different from hell fire. Our team of best Engineers have confirmed that this blue energy has a magnifier effect on hellfire. We cannot explain yet why, but it's the indubitable result of our repeated studies on the alien. In particular, it can magnify hellfire six times!"
"My conservative estimate is that I'm around forty percent of Lizarro's power. If my energy is raised six times, I will overpower him!"
"Yes, correct," the man on the monitor eagerly seconded.
There was brief silent in the room.
"About the bald guy outside, do you think he can accomplish the task? What is he?" Ulciscor asked the woman.
"The name's Guntama. He's an outlier... from Japan."
"Ahh... an outlier! Hmm... so the rumors about them are true. Humans who spontaneously developed the capacity of controlling hellfire. Interesting!"
"Yes. Recently, there are some of them that surfaced out and made a public spectacle."
"But the hellfire they use are not pure! The Japanese and some other cultures called it chakra or chi. Outliers' power levels are way below the five thousand units threshold. He might not measure up."
"That's possible. But he's the best option we have. We've tested him with the strongest outliers we can find, and he emerged as the decisive winner."
"What is his type?"
"He's brute force. He employs hellfire to enhance his physical strength. He'll be the best match to the boy."
Not known to the two inside the room, one of Guntama's abilities is keen hearing. He heard what they were talking and he felt insulted.
He decided to show them a sample. He smirked and started to release his energy. The walls and floor shake! Ulciscor and the woman and all the people inside the ten-storey building felt the shaking.
Guntama is releasing his energy to display his full power. Now the walls and floors of the building have started to crack. The people have panicked and many tried to flee the building. The device is also picking up the surge of energy.
The woman and Ulciscor were surprised. They realize it's not an earth quake but it's Guntama. Moments after, the quake stopped but some concrete debris from the walls have fell and there were large cracks in the floors.
Guntama had reached his peak. When the two looked again at the device, it registered six thousand three hundred units!
"IMPOSSIBLE!" the woman exclaimed. "Outliers can't be this powerful!" she added.

A secret group of elite priests, called the exorcists, are heirs to the ancient art of controlling hellfire and use them to seal demons back to the netherworld. 

But through an unheard of event, one priest learned he can use hellfire to affect physical things. The priest succumbed to the temptation of becoming the most powerful human on earth by harnessing hellfire as infinite source of energy and its countless possibilities. 

Now possessing power that can destroy the world, an unlikely kid, named Ato, will rise to stop him. But what power does the world hides for Ato in order to fight someone who wields hellfire, which is believed to be God's own energy?

This novel is an original story.
Copyright 2020

Prologue
Document class: Cursed Ones (now called outliers)
Subject: Outliers in recent births
Human Calendar Year 2319
After the 22nd century we began monitoring the world's birth's (within 3 years) more closely hoping to find the children with the most potential to get us through these trying times 

1st Test 
Births: 1505201
500654 Potentials and 11760 S-Class subjects ( 7700 KI, 4060 PSY)
992787 Normal and 10 Cursed Ones Outliers

2nd Test 
1504151 Total children after incidents (see page 201)
2246 Potentials found that were missed in Test 1 total of 502900
10 Cursed Ones Outliers developing strangely (see page 300)
Notes: 
- Missed Potentials found later during Adolescents stage triggered by events (see page 405)
- 2 Outliers attached to virtual capsules having Artificial Intelligence look after their development       

3rd Test
1503561 Total Children after incidents (see page 221)
750 Potentials found that were missed in 1st and 2nd Test total of 503650
10 Outliers still developing strangely (see page 315)
Notes:
- After deliberation we've decided to denote Cursed Ones as Outliers
- Combat Orientated talents designated to correct academies
- All Academic Orientated talents designated to Universities.  
- 6660 KI related talents being studied
- 3760 PSY related talents being studied

- 2 Outliers left safety of Barriers due to awakening of unknown power interfering with their lives
- Planned Delivery of Prototype VR capsules to Outlier 1-6

Outlier Profiles:

Name: Gale
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Talents: Swordsmanship, Calligraphy, Tailoring
Personality: Cold and Outspoken 
Unique trait/s: Constitution can't exceed a limit no matter how much he eats or trains resulting in high Strength and high Agility, positive (though minimal) reaction to cold
Can't exceed strength of normal human body 
[Current Location and Occupation: Zone F and Small time Hunter]

Name: *Classified*
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Talents: Swordsmanship, Quick calculation
Personality: Passionate and Sporadic 
Unique trait/s: 50% less total brain functions resulting in being unable to have long thoughts 
Can't exceed strength of normal human body 
[Current location Classified]

Name: Eisen
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Talents: Blacksmithing and Heavy weapons Mastery 
Personality: Steady but Passionate 
Unique trait/s: 50% Higher Average body temperature has to do heavy Physical Activity in order to lower body temperature 
Can't exceed strength of normal human body 
[Currently Location and Occupation: Outside the barrier Fighting Monsters and Single-Handedly Forging Weapons for a Village with high population]

And 7 others….

The conclusion about Outliers is that they are talented in their own ways but they are troublesome to  be applicable in the fields they are talented in. 

Notes: 
1.Demon King Studios has approached to obtain top secrets and research results of Artificial Humans 
2. VR Game developing company 'Demon King Studios' received access to Outlier's profiles and showed interest in providing them the VR Capsule and it was approved

Read Page 1400~1450 for more details

Report by Dr. Michael. Taylor (Authors note: Hehe my name)

Wren lives off of his Mother in cold, harsh world were strength and power are paramount  

With problems present in his body he only survives under her protection when she goes missing for 2 years

His first contact with her in this time is her forcing upon him the new world of the VR game ‘New World’ 

Will ‘New World help solve his body problems? Will his Fighting and Tailoring techniques flourish?

Level (lvl) : The Level the Pokemon is at.

Genetic Potential Grade (Grade) :  how strong a pokemon can get. 1 means that it could grow to level 10 max, Grade 2 for 20 and etc. Even though most of a certain species of pokemon have a common Grade there are few outliers. A Grade 2 pokemon can reach level 21 but it will take 2 times the effort comparing  to higher Grade Pokemon. Level 24 will take 16 times the effort and etc.

Standing in an extravagant waiting room was a mother accompanied by her babyfaced yet lean child, sprouting some spikey green hair. 

In this world of fantasy, those born with oddly coloured hair are not unusual, take John who has blue hair, as an example. Blue hair is rare in Ashen, but researchers speculate that the colour of hair represents attribute types, blue for water, red for fire, yada yada, you get the point. If you don't understand how this applies to John, John is a bloodborne, has control over blood, which happens to be a form of liquid made up of water.

 So an individual with green hair like the child above [which you have already correctly speculated to be Ymdall] is unique. Well at least in Ashen, in elven and druid villages, towns and outposts, green is as common as the surrounding plant life. Anyway, green represents life and nature, but either way, it has an innate control of the environment.

Getting back to the room, it also had some inconspicuous maids, standing at attention but not in the way. Darcia was coaxing Ymdall who is now four-years-old, to leave the mansion. However, she wasn't experiencing much success.

"Does Ymdall want to go to town?"

"Nuh-uh."

"Manners! Nuh-uh is just two nonsensical syllables, Say no, no thank you. Now, after me, no, thank you. Now you."

"Nuh-uh!"

"I'll tell daddy."

"Nooooooooo!"

"After me, no, thank you."

"N-o, than you."

"That will do for now. Also are you sure you don't want to go to town? Daddy will be going there, are you sure you want to miss out? You will get a break from studying."

"I want to go! I want to go!"

"Then, while we wait, do you remember what aunty Lora taught you?"

"Mmm. Mmm, the formula for Magnela octane requires Noir Shade, Maze Fus, and Null Tavia Wul, although it is also made up of nine minor herbs that stabilise the recipe but do not add to the potency."

"And what does it do honey?"

"It cures four heart problems but can be used as a poison causing the lungs to rot and fester."

"Good. [Bell can you dress Ymdall in outdoor clothing, thank you.] Now go over to Bell."

Looking over at her child, maternal care was visible to even the most ignorant bystander, her gaze only faltered when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Are you sure we have to do this. We can still stop, Ymdall would be acknowledged as an outstanding child, both smarter and stronger than his peers. If we go further than this, is he not gonna separate himself further, has he not already shown signs of distancing himself by hiding his intelligence behind childish excuses."

"He is a child. [Ow!]"

"If you want to be pretentious, don't think that I won't pinch you."

"It's for his own good, you know what Lora and the other two witches said right? And if he doesn't learn about the world now, when will he? What will he be motivated by? If we don't show him how small a child truly is, would he not stagnate?."

"But he still is only a-"

Unfortunately, Darcia could not continue and was cut short, but when conversing with Ymdall, her face transformed from tense and worried back to the kind and gentle smile of a mother.

"Mommy I'm done with getting dressed. Let's go. Let's go."

"Your daddy will be taking you, I will be here thou, so enjoy your trip honey."

When looking over at John, Darcia's eyes gave a malicious glare, which disappeared entirely when she turned back.

"Let's go. Let's go."

"See you back for dinner."

...

The rhythmic *Clipity Clop* of horseshoes trotting on stone, rang out across the loosely paved road stretching from the lone manor out towards a settlement of two-story buildings. That's not to imply that all the buildings were two-stories, but a vast majority were concealed behind a five-meter high wall. This wall had taken months to make as it was layered with runes, and the inner segments of the wall were made up of dark iron. Although it was still being constructed.

The count of Clover, aka John, owned several manors. This rural manor has been occupied to facilitate Ymdalls learning, in an environment away from urban disturbances and annoying nobles with superfluous and fake greetings. John owned two urban mansions in Clover, one befitted his status and was the size of a castle, there was also a smaller one approximately the same size as the rural manor and used more as an unknown safe house than anything else.

On both sides of the pavement were bright, open clearings, not naturally occurring but rather hastily created. This undertaking was proposed by the count to reduce the number of highwaymen and gangs. That was not to say the project was encompassing the entire path, areas near bridges, cliffs and ditches were wild with deciduous trees and unkept grass to prevent weathering and erosion washing the road or bridge away. However, to combat that flaw, these areas were patrolled heavily by guards and signs were put up warning travellers of any potential danger. 

Nonetheless, adding clearings to the side of the pavement was an already tried and tested experiment gone wrong due to the guards joining the bandits for more pay. Yet, not even a hefty bribes could dissuade the guards of Clover. The guards, especially the garrisoned guards, were in the pockets of extremely wealthy merchants, nobles and possible illegal organisations, unlike other towns who loosely and unreliably paid the guards for their services, it was compulsory for those in the higher income bracket to contribute to the economy. In return, the upper class and potentially criminal organisations gained benefits for this service, but which society can be considered perfect, everything has its pros and cons.

"Dad, whats does Laissez-faire mean?"

"In what context?"

"Economics."

"I believe it means allowing the market to allocate resources instead of the government. It has some other meanings. For example, in business, it relates to how much supervision is given to employees, so if laissez-faire means free market in economics, then it proposes a lack of or no administration with employees... Still, confused? Imagine a bunch of artists with the need to release their intellectual need for freedom in the workplace, demanding them to work isn't gonna create phenomenal pieces of art made once every century by a one in a million prodigy."

Ymdall's tilted head suggested he still did not understand. With a slight hint of frustration.

"Your mum's autocratic teachings is..."

"Lectures and lots of scary work."

"I was going to say the opposite of laissez-faire, but that works, my style of teachings are..."

"Fun and saves me from all the scary work."

"Looks like your manners teacher who is meant to teach you how to speak eloquently, is lacking. Maybe we should change luxury time into manners time?"

"Noooo!"

....

A few minutes later, the plants on either side of the road became sparser. Caravans with several carriages and large groups of adventurers, some on horseback marched down the path with vigour. However, it was hard to tell if these caravans were outliers since it was more common to see groups of five or six almost in cannon.

Less than a hundred meters away from the wall, a hooded man in black and wearing a mask knocked on the carriage door. John, who was sitting next to the door, disembarked the carriage. After a brief period of hushed discussions, both appeared to separate on acceptable terms, and a friendly handshake ended the exchange. 

With practised movements, the carriage driver veered the vehicle towards the fast lane, a line accessible to nobles only, allowing the count and Ymdall to avoid the long cue, which was continuing to backlog with merchants, mercenaries and adventurers. A quick conversation with the guards and a subtle nod towards the coat of arms on the side of the carriage quickly got the carriage through the looming portcullis gates. 

Putting the book in his hands down, Ymdall stared in fascination at the wonders outside. He had seen them all before, but to a child, a day is a lifetime, a month slow agonising torture. Dwarfs, short yet stout individuals with a temper, gnomes, short yet lean individuals who could rob you blind or enthral you under a spell, halflings, descent with small weapons but were... Have I said short to many times for your liking? Well, tough luck. In this world, anything not conforming to the average quantitative or qualitative qualities of a nation can be said to be too tall, lean, messy, colourful and... Well... Short.

Elves, Dralls, Day-Walkers and half-orcs are examples of relatively tall and human approved species, human approved just means that it is illegal to hunt these species without a bounty. Orcs are still indiscriminately killed due to there gluttony, lust and wrath being a danger to the rights of most species, and only half-orcs are accepted in society due to their more... civil nature.

Oh, don't worry, that is only a small portion of the species indigenous to Theter, the rest will be mentioned... later.

Back to the carriage, it had arrived at its destination.

A step stirs waves, an arm raises an army, movement elegant enough to kill Gods and devils. The protagonist Ymdall is named after the angel of agriculture and peace due to an ill-fated prophecy which hangs over Theter. However, his parents who try to protect him from getting into combat as evidenced by the name they gave him, underestimate his potential, the cultivation technique he uncovers and his strong relationship with fate. Will Ymdall come out on top or be crushed by the sheer burden. Read to find out...

Ps. One chapter per week, usually updated on Saturday, Sunday or Monday, unless it is the holidays.

"Leave for the night." She told her daughter. Which only made Chaoyun gave her a raised eyebrow. As she just took her break for dinner, her mother never made such a request for her. Most of the time, it had been of her own personal choice that it occured under. It was never one which made sense to her.

She did think about doing so, it was something she did to get her mind off the insane pressure that was placed upon her. Walking and far away from this had been one which she nonetheless enjoyed as well.

"I'll handle Zhao'en, as she needs to be trained to know what to do when she is around them." That was a perfectly good explanation, and yet something made Chaoyun uneasy. But not one which she could deny not wanting, mentioning that training her was hard. Not even she grasped fully when it came to important people. That was something that even she sometimes couldn't explain.

Except that natural charm and talent came into play, at least a degree of it had to be that as she was so successful at the end of the day. She had to admit that it was the truth, for she was the proof of it. She looked along the streets, noticing that she didn't have much of anyone to talk to. Or more importantly, anyone which caught her interest at the end of the day.

And so, she took a seat by the garden. In full bloom with people who happened to be on the stone bench.

"Wow, I didn't think that I will see the day you are lonely." Turning around, she came face to face to the only person that she knew will say that without feeling apologetic, but not mean enough that they never were on speaking terms in the first place.

And behind her was the guqin, which she knew was an instrument that took up a lot of space.

"Fancy meeting you here." She looked up only to find herself looking at Feiyu, wearing the same set of clothes she did the day before. Wondering whether she made any effort to change and wash them. Or did she just use perfume all the way.

That was debatable, although Chaoyun preferred to bathe often, preferring even cold water to not having anything at all. Except if it was on a winter day, that was something she will actively try to avoid. As much as she can.

She was holding up an instrument, and from the way that it was made from bamboo, and the holes. She knew that it was a dizi, an instrument which she has seen before. She remembered the word for it, still fresh from seeing it.

She looked to Qingshuang, who seemed if anything embarrassed by her connection than anything else. "We are partners."

"It was that one time." He grumbled. Clearly guessing that it was a one-time affair. Perhaps they didn't expect that they will be meeting the other so soon in the first place.

"And we thought that the chances of us doing the same things again, was slim." She didn't deny that it was in the realms of fancy, but them meeting in the same place was unlikely.

"Well, do you want me to tell someone about it?" She gave him a smile, which even as an onlooker, Chaoyun felt inclined to just agree and not do anything else. Hovering over him, which she knew it was to maximize the effect. At least she wasn't beyond it.

"Tell me about it now." She went to Feiyu, in hopes of the woman revealing what went down between them. She couldn't help but be curious as to how they knew each other, but also how did they end up working together.

Although she gave a chuckle. "I can tell you later." The woman gave her a wink. While Qingshuang did everything he could to stop it, barring going down on his knees and begging her to not tell. Something told her that it wasn't anything that put him in a good light.

Which she was curious, since the man was often someone who boasted of his own tales. Having heard a great deal of them in the months he was here, which only began just after the new year came. "Fine."

Either way, she will still know at the end of the day. She could afford to wait for a moment, she knew that as well as all did.

"We should try and finish it, we only have a day left." Well, if it was so, then it made a lot of sense. But it couldn't be this much of a coincidence, could it? One could never expect something to happen but this was just a little too strange to ignore.

"Where are you performing?"

"Your mother's restaurant, as the client specified." Although she knew that it was common for men, but rare for women. Unless she was a courtesan. She knew that most of them often stayed in brothels, as they were sold into them as children and

"We have a lot of work to do." She gave a sigh. "It's been months since we last coordinated." He gave her a deadpan. Although having no idea just what went down between them, but she did wonder why they were so familiar in the first place.

"Yeah, you only gave me a couple of days with the score." He flipped through it for another chance to look through. Since she doubted anyone could bring that along it.

"It isn't not allowed, just that we don't have the time to refer to it."

"If we did, then it will be a lot easier." He gave a grumble.

"But we won't be seen as professional." She took the book. "Then, we should begin this by practicing. We have the entire night."

Although something told her that he wasn't keen to join in, no matter what others might think of it. And wouldn't they be eventually chased out if they did this for too long, since once it is the middle of the night it will be a nuisance.

And so they began their practice, Chaoyun hung around out of curiosity rather than anything else at all. It was true that they needed more time, with how certain parts of the music having altogether rough patches. It could be heard if anyone paid enough attention. When they had finished the first round.

Feiyu opened up the book again, she could see that she was the one leading in many ways. Even when it came to the melodies, where it was in her favour.

"It's in the nature of the song." Which again, she still didn't really understand. While he looked through so as not to lack anything. "Which is one of the more proper forms of music. And it was meant to have a dancer."

"Can you dance?" Feiyu asked. Perhaps this was also meant to have someone dancing.

"I'm certain someone will be there to do this."

She gave a grimace, because it was clear that she could not. No matter what others might say. At least with what others has seen, it was not only clear that she was unable to do so and clear that she was not someone who was capable of it.

Although Qingshuang seemed to just want to get it over with in the first place than anything else. There was almost no other way to get around it. As they sounded the other, having the chance to play it in the first place. There was something about them that made the other work better, and when it came together it was music to the ears.

"Now that's music." Yuntong grabbed a fan. "Although a little rough on the sides."

"That's because we only have a couple of days to make this a success in the first place." Qingshuang rolled his own eyes. Which seemed to leave more of an impression.

"But for a duo who has been talked about, you are sure disappointing." He sat down, holding the same fan. Not to be surprised, given that his father was the local magistrate.

"For a promising scholar, you sure enjoy wasting time." Feiyu took a seat, having to catch her breath after playing such a long song.

"Who said I was one?" He waved his fan, even when at the front was written with the words of the man he disliked. "He is a fine thinker, and I admire him not worship him."

"When you get to the court, then it will be known." Feiyu made a good point there. The imperial court was said to be a place that changed many, regardless of birth, princes who ascended to become the Emperor were often different, so were scholars where some played the role of courtiers better than governors.

"It's just way too far, although I don't have a choice." He sighed, not looking forward to making the trip from this town to Kaifeng. Since only the capital had the ability and sources to manage an exam. Although only a fraction of all men took it.

"When you come of age."

"It's still three years away." He gave a sly smile. Although his attention turned to Qingshuang, who had his hair in a bun. She knew that it was a sign of adulthood, the same way girls will sweep some of their hair up when they were declared women and eligible or engaged.

"Then, aren't you disowned from the family?" Qingshuang gave a shrug. While Feiyu simply deadpanned at the question. Which the boy took as an agreement.

"How did you get the guts?" He asked him. While Chaoyun simply stared at this. If she was weird, then they were eccentric. Qingshuang made no comment, for the best.

"It is a waste to give up the opportunity, although I can see why." Perhaps it was her own lament about what it meant to be a woman here, filled with much restrictions. Even when a female Emperor ruled, she had not given the same right to the women as she did men. But she never said anything about Qingshuang.

"So, both of you did meet before?" The older woman gave a slight nod, but that was about it. Yuntong was still around the man, who by all means was displeased with the questions.

"Have you met him before?" Feiyu turned to Yunfeng, who was still with the elder man.

"Yes, and I swear that he's stalking me." There was something always odd about these coincidences in the first place, given how unlikely it had been to meet him. The only encounter which she doubted was arranged was when he was in the restaurant, because he had to be there for his sister.

"He has the propensity for the odd above anything else." She couldn't disagree more. Her mother and her had been outliers here despite their immense success and skill, and most had respected them but were never kind towards them.

Especially when it came to their relationship, because it was known she was adopted by her. Left by a nameless father and a mother who died recently after childbirth.

"Can't say that's a bad thing."

"It's neither. It can bring you to great things, but it can also ruin you."

"You're almost as bad as he is."

"That's my elder brother you're talking about."

Remembering the night where he borrowed one from a friend. A friend who was way too comfortable with Qingshuang than he actually wanted.

"Wait, you're also related to him?"

"I can see why the expectations on him aren't nearly as high."

"Help me."

"Let me tell you a story."

She went back home late that night. Full of joy and laughter, in a way that made her own mother wonder whether she was intoxicated when she reached home.

Chaoyun is a girl who sometimes wondered about the possibility of her finding her own path. Not having her own life be dictated by anyone else, or decided for her the moment she was born. She has always held her own fate by her own hands. 

And wanting to see the world had been her dream. For years she spent it in a town, where people come and go and in hopes of seeking a chance to leave it. A chance to see the country and the world beyond her own town. 

That seems almost impossible, or a fleeting dream. Until one day, where her town receives a visitor. And all sorts of situations start happening to her and she was often at the centre of them. Making it hard for her to not ignore them as it was her own reputation at stake here .

Jin Xiangdong was obviously not interested in the case. He looked at Lu Jia'er's reddish neck and then said, "You are too adventurous!"
Hearing his comment, Lu Jia'er couldn't help but smile. "No, it was only a small incident!"
"I don't like this kind of incident!" Jin Xiangdong didn't tell Lu Jia'er about his inner uneasiness when she entered, but he really didn't like that kind of feeling.
As Lu Jia'er heard his remarks, she chuckled to herself for a while. Although Jin Xiangdong often appeared surprisingly sexy and scheming, his occasionally overbearing behavior was heart-warming. Lu Jia'er gazed at Jin Xiangdong gently. "Sorry for having made you worry."
"Are you going to change that?"Jin Xiangdong also glanced at her.
"Change?" Lu Jia'er mumbled but with an ambiguous tone. She was very delighted with Jin Xiangdong's tension. But she still didn't want to create a misunderstanding, so she explained again. "Actually, my work has always been safe. The two encounters you witnessed are outliers."
"The probability of an accident seems a bit high!" Jin Xiangdong replied.
"Ace, do you have any idea how charming you are right now!" Lu Jia'er looked sideways at him and smiled.
"Let's go to my house!" said Jin Xiangdong, as he maintained a calm expression.
"What for?" Lu Jia'er was stupefied.
"To handle your neck!" said Jin Xiangdong.
Lu Jia'er couldn't help but smile, like a beautiful flower blooming instantly. She accepted  Jin Xiangdong's proposal, after all, going to his home meant that the relationship between them would be even closer.
Half an hour later, Lu Jia'er entered Jin Xiangdong's villa with him.
The combination door lock rang and Jin Xiangdong opened the door and entered, and Lu Jia'er followed him, looking around, and getting a glimpse of Jin Xiangdong's private space.
But her attention was attracted by Ake. "Master, you are back!"
Ake went straight to them. As it saw Lu Jia'er, who was next to Jin Xiangdong, it blinked its cute eyes. "Professor Lu Jia'er!"
"Ake, long time no see!" Lu Jia'er smiled and greeted Ake.
"Long time no see. What's wrong with your neck?" Ake scanned Lu Jia'er's neck and asked curiously.
"Ake, go fetch a washbowl of hot water and a new towel!" requested Jin Xiangdong.
"Okay!" Ake rushed to the bathroom once it received the order.
"As products designed by you, Ake and Amy are so cute!" Lu Jia'er smiled as she watched Ake depart.
"Have a seat!"Jin Xiangdong did not give a direct answer, but welcomed Lu Jia'er into his home. 
Lu Jia'er walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, sizing up the interior decoration style, which was typical of the taste of a male science major.
Ake quickly came out of the bathroom with a washbowl of hot water, placed it on the wooden coffee table, wrung out the towel in the washbowl, and handed it to Jin Xiangdong.
"Why not give it to me?" Lu Jia'er paused and asked Ake with a smile.
"My master wants to serve you!" Ake blinked.
"Lean against the sofa!" Jin Xiangdong said before she could speak as she glanced at 
Jin Xiangdong sitting next to her. 
Lu Jia'er was of course willing to enjoy the service provided by the man she liked. She leaned against the sofa in a classic position of "Ge You Tan[1]".
[1] This slang term referring to the sitting posture of actor Ge You's role in the classic sitcom 'I Love My Family.' It's basically a limp slouch.


This is a therapeutic romance novel that mixes psychology and science fiction.

Lu Jia'er is a professor in psychology who is able to read the minds of anyone in the world. One day, she meets a special man, a legendary genius in the IT world rumored to be ugly—Jin Xiangdong.

In fact, he's not ugly, and it's love at first sight for Lu Jia'er. This is compounded by the fact that she can't read his mind. To figure out what's so "special" about him, Lu Jia'er accepts his invitation to join an artificial intelligence research team. In her spare time, she would pursue him.

She: "Can I chase after you?"
He considers for a few seconds. "It wouldn't be easy!"
She: "That's what I call a challenge!"
He gives her a friendly reminder. "Time is precious. Don't waste it."

Turns out that he was right. Not only is he difficult to chase, but he is also mysterious.

When the secrets slowly unravel, what kind of ending could it be?

After this little episode, the rest of the discussion went fast. 


It was sad but it was how things worked. People might talk about peace, but  a discussion could only happen between people of equal level. 


When the difference in power was absolute, the weaker one would bow down in front of the powerful. 


Shame? Outrage? Humiliation? What was the use of all that when you were dead and buried?


Still, this situation wasn't one where Azrael had absolute power. 


Firstly, once again he was only a representative. Nothing more than an UNCROWNED Prince. He could make some decisions but he couldn't go too far. 


Secondly, even when beating a dog, you had to look at its master. Aside from the five wielders of the sacred beasts and some outliers, Azrael was sure that he could crush the five clans alone. 


But then what? 


On one hand, he would never do something so bloody and senseless, on the other, doing so would make him the most hated being in the heart of the Shinto gods. 


'Still, I am becoming tired of this shit. I think it's time to become a little more heavy-handed.'


Holy power began to emanate from Azrael. Even as he did so, his surroundings became warped, the atmosphere tensing even more. His eyes blazed with fervor.


"Listen to me very well, Suou Himejima. Do not confuse my kindness for weakness. Akeno Himejima is neither a criminal, nor an abomination. She is nothing more than a gentle little girl whose life was destroyed because of stupid bastards like you. I will not repeat myself. Akeno is free to act as she wishes."


"You!!! Do you want to cause war? Because of a little girl!?"


Azrael took a simple step and let out a sneer.


"Think very well before you speak. I know some gods might be pretty crazy. But do you really think they will go to war simply because your honor was tarnished? Please. How many lives do you think you are worth? Don't make me laugh. Perhaps your gods would kill you with a slap if you were to cause such a situation to arise."


He sighed and restrained his aura before continuing,


"No matter what, Akeno will live. Still, I am not completely unreasonable. So I will make two concessions. The first one, Akeno will never present herself as a member of the Himejima clan. The second one, she will never step on the territory of the five clans without your permission. Those concessions should give enough face to the gods. No more negotiation possible. What will you do?"


"Kuh~!"


Even though he was rather prideful, Azrael didn't really like acting so arrogantly. But he knew that he had to do so.


'Carrot and stick.'


He needed to strike a real balance between those two. Absolute power only gave temporary success. All tyrants ended being destroyed by those they oppressed. 


'A cornered rat would bite a cat.'


The same applied here. If he pressed strongly, he would win. Sadly, Akeno's life wouldn't be truly freed. But, by showing some consideration, it would make the bitter pill easier to swallow.


'Still, it wouldn't be bad if they still decided to oppose me.'


As Azrael thought, when he previously was threatened, Suou was really about to blow up. But, upon hearing the second part, he immediately calmed himself before letting a bitter smile of defeat. 


'How cunning.'


He was really left with no choice. Azrael already took the first step in making concessions. If he insisted now, he would lose everything, and even the gods wouldn't protect him.


He clenched his fists tightly in frustration. For him who was used to stand above everyone, it was truly a first for him to be so thoroughly subdued. He looked deeply at the young man whose expression of anger was nowhere to be seen. When he looked in those eyes, he could see a deeply hidden eagerness. As if the boy was waiting for him to refuse.


'He wants to kill us.'


This thought sent a shiver down his spine, drenching his clothes in cold sweat. This knowledge was enough for him to understand what kind of choice he would take.

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A world where all myth clash. Three great factions vying for supremacy. A multitude of power eyeing them from the shadow.

In this world, à child was born. One so rare that his kind was basically unseen. Bestowed with a name synonymous with death, known as the uncrowned king of the church, what kind of storm will this child bring?

Follow our hero as he visits the world and brings change to the society.

Disclaimer: The DxD franchise does not belong to me. I am just a fan trying to bring an alternative story to a novel I like. The cover picture doesn't belong to me either. 

Note: This story will be mainly in the Slashdog part which is part of the DxD universe but set 4 four years prior to the event of DxD. Also, DxD is a light novel with 25 volumes + side volumes and a sequel with already 3 volumes called Shin Highschool DxD. Only the first ten volumes and some side stories have been adapted in Anime. As such many terms and characters, I use may be unknown. But don't worry I will do my best so that everyone can follow.

NOTE 2: I AM currently writing another fanfic called THE TRIALS: PATH TOWARD GODHOOD. Try it. The mc is different in personality but I hope you'll like it nonetheless.

'Samantha, are you there?'

'…" No one responded.

Shin half-expected Samantha to say something. It felt weird having her be a part of him, but ever since leaving his pod last night, he felt silly talking to himself now. There was no one to listen. 

Looking back to Mark's pod, Shin confirmed to himself that he was alone. So he sat there cross-legged and silently listening to his own mind. 

And soon…

Shin let go of any thoughts all together…

He let go of all worries, and just experienced…

He felt it… the weight of his body pressing down on him, from the slight strain on his spine, down to the tingling sensation of his toes; The stale air drifting slowly past, brushing his skin. It was almost like what he experienced when he swapped places with Samantha, only now that she wasn't there, he stopped thinking altogether.

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In Love Hotel.

On the 12th floor, Cherry Blossom themed Sauna Suite. Mark, wasn't putting his measly thousand credits to waste. Before he dived into Love Hotel, Destiny came up with a plan he couldn't refuse. 

'Master, your rent will be due in less than two weeks. I know I'm a bad girl for saying this, but I think you should save your money.' Destiny spoke with a worried tone. You could hear her head bowed.

'No, that won't do, this is my good pal's hard earned money. It would be bad luck to let it sit and do nothing. I have to invest in myself.' Mark reasoned as he floated around his lobby, holding onto the bed he purchased so it didn't drift away. He had yet to purchase enough land to anchor it.

'How about this master? If you can earn more credits, with the ones that Shin gave you, wouldn't that mean you did him a great service?' What she said made sense, Mark raised an eyebrow.

'I'm listening…'

'Master, you have something else, far more valuable than credits from Shin. If you…' 

Destiny laid out her plan, using all of Mark's history and memories to craft an intelligence and resourcefulness that he wasn't currently capable of using when his mind was on sex. She acted as his clear head. As he nodded in awe of her plan, they came to an agreement.

'Ha! This will surely work!' Mark used all of his and Shin's money to purchase more credits. Enough to get his own room. It had to be both private and nice enough to attract others.

'But as punishment for trying to under-mind me…' Mark pulled up his menu and selected the [Love Hotel] subsection of the shop. Then he scrolled down to the A.I. avatar passes. 

In [Love Hotel], Ai was commonplace; Love hotel being a partner with Omni-tech and all. Being the resourceful sex market, they exploited anything they could. A glass of water even costs a credit in the lobby. His eyes stopped on a particular section.

[Ai Pass: 2 hrs]    400 Credits

[Ai Pass: 3 hrs]    600 Credits

[Ai Pass: 4 hrs]    800 Credits

Mark selected the 3 hr pass since he only had a bit more than 3 hrs before launch anyhow. Walking into the lobby with Destiny besides him, people started giving stares his way. Mark was still dressed in his cotton candy combo suit of a highlighter blue button up and pink tie. The ultimate in pimp-wear if you wanted to get caught. Destiny, however, was something else.

Destiny, following close behind Mark was tall. At 180 cm, she dwarfed more than half of the people present, which caught their eyes without fail. She wore glass heels; Her tender, white skin stretching endlessly up her long legs and into her large pink overcoat. Beneath it, was unimaginable, literally. There was nothing. 

Raising their eyes, the drooling men saw rivers of sapphire hair, tied back into a ponytail that unveiled her face. Prominent cheekbones, a small nose, and light peach lips. Her eyes held a look of endless concern, prompting man's innate hero response to save her.

Mark nodded his head as he turned around with his room key. Then he did the unthinkable. Baring his teeth and taking in a deep breath, he spoke.

"Whoever wants a piece of this! We'll be on the 12th floor, Cherry Blossom, Sauna Suite!" 

Before anyone could speak up, their jaws agape from Destiny's visage. Both Mark and Destiny disappeared.

In Love Hotel, there were a strict set of rules. No one's allowed to sell sexual, or massage services except for the hotel. Anything else was up for grabs. The virtual hotel monitored everything for illegal prostitution. To keep everyone's privacy, the monitoring was all done by the Hotel Manager, an Ai supercomputer. 

It would only pull the conversation history to be reviewed by the staff for banning and legal action if it had to do with prostitution, nothing more. You could be hiring an assassin to kill your husband, right under their roof, and they wouldn't bat an eyelid. It wasn't their business after all. Sex was.

On the 12th floor. 

"Master, did I do well?"

Destiny sat on folded legs beside the shower. Her coat draped around her, flowing like pink water on the tile floor as Mark rinsed off inside. He had only been in his pod for an hour, yet already reeked of sweat. It was because of his performance in the lobby. 

Mark seemed confident to anyone who knew him, but if you take even several people, have them stare his way, all at once?  He'd freeze like a deer in headlights. Stage fright. Not to be confused with performance anxiety.

It was one of the reason's he always picked a healing class. So long as he did his job and didn't misstep. He could lead the auxiliary team from behind. It was unorthodox, sure, but people got used to his quirky personality that avoided crowds. 

"Yes! You're a natural at this. Remember, we're selling information. So keep it light." 

Squeak squeak.

Mark turned his wrist, causing the shower water to cut off. Then in full nudity walked out, his member dangling low for destiny to gaze upon. Only, Destiny wasn't alone. Faces of shame filled his view, as the Suite had already been packed with visitors. A few women littered in between.

"What is this about information?" A man, looking Mark up and down with bewildered eyes spoke.

Mark had no idea that he already had visitors, and this many to top it off. He undervalued his submissive Ai, thinking that over the 3 hours he would have 5-10 visitors at most. To even get those numbers he prepared to make multiple trips to the lobby, repeating himself in front of that crowd. It was horrifying.

'Destiny, why didn't you warn me?!'

'You never asked me to warn you master, have I been bad?'

Never mind that, I can't handle these many people at once.' Mark began to sweat again.

'I'll be in the back room.'

Slam!

It was at this point, that Destiny stood up, her eyes flashing with a hint of callous. With a slight frown, the sexual object that the visitors had come to revere spoke. 

"Your insolence has displeased Master." She removed her coat, revealing herself in its perfection.

'I told you it'd be blue down there!" A man opened his menu with a pained face as he lost his credits in a bet. 

Indeed it was! Like her Master, Destiny had eccentric tastes. Her thighs led one's eyes to rest atop her gemstone like pubic mound. It was sparsely colored in sapphire hair mixed with white. As she stepped forward onto the carpet, it's smooth surface parted slightly, revealing a silky pink interior. The men around blessed to witness this marvel went mad, not knowing how to approach her.

She took several steps, making sure to ignore the many stares. Her majestic beauty and cold expression instantly capturing their hearts.

Destiny, now in the middle of the crowd fell to her knees, looking up with big eyes, in derision of the crowd. A look, that said they weren't worthy of a goddess like her, but for her Master, she would do anything. 

She reached a handout and randomly latched onto a guys belt, undoing in before he could even think as she squeezed his ass cheek, pulling him over. 

Destiny was confident. Unlike the regular Ai of Love Hotel, she could learn from experience. At least half of the people in that room had their own Ai. She could feel their presence. Her only advantage in pleasing them was Mark. While she and they had the ability to learn, they could only learn from what they and their master's shared. 

No one present reeked of the experience her master had. The elites around her would never have been successful, had they been distracted by carnal desires on their way to the top. Mark, on the other hand, was shameless and jobless. His apartment was shit and he didn't care, he had women visiting like a revolving door.

An Ai, who's lovemaking practice and experience was limited to the missionary position and pity handjobs with a wife that only came with her vibrator did nothing for those Ai's ability. They couldn't compare to even 1st generation sexbots. That's why Love Hotel and it's last-gen Ai was so popular. 

She looked up playfully, the man was in his late 30's and uptight, wearing sharp glasses. Destiny figured him for an accountant. His middle finger of his right hand near the tip had a pen impression. She paid no mind to the ring on his left. "If you last more than 30 seconds, you can put it here."

She gestured to her pleasure zone before sucking a single finger and running it up its length.

Last for 30 seconds to fuck Destiny? He didn't, no one did that day. As he reached his climax, his load went from its regular drizzle he was used to, to a full-on gushing force being sucked into the vacuum that was Destiny's mouth. He went lightheaded as his entire body tingled. She held his flaccid member between her perfect pearl white teeth with fangs, smiling, then frowning. 

"Is that it? Well well, looks like you're going to need more practice. Can you do me a small favor?"

"Anything Destiny!" The man went full-fledged whipped in front of the crowded room. She was that good.

"Introduce yourself to Master, he only lets me play with good friends of his. I'll grow bored if he doesn't make more friends." She winked. Like that, the seed was sowed. Destiny worked hard for the remaining hours, sending people Mark's way only a few at a time.

The women, however, she saved for last. Wanting to give Mark a playful surprise to make up for her mistake of not warning him of visitors. She took the 12 women into the shower area as they all got cleaned up, her hands working their magic to get the girls primed for Mark. 

Mark profited that day. Forgiving Destiny as he sent the girls away, they profited 2000 credits. With the [Hotel Manager] Monitoring every trade, not a single person dared to bribe him with more than they felt his information was worth. Though they wanted to win over his friendship, they needed to find other ways in the future. The information he gave wasn't worth much.

Any player could figure it out within a few days of playing Immortals Online, or by level 9, and most of the players in Love Hotel had no interest in the title, his sales were from people with children, and a few outliers. 

Aside from those outliers, the value of Mark's information wasn't worth even 20 credits. Luckily, there were so many people. 2000 credits in 3 hours were almost a record for Mark. When he sold on the streets he did 3. That's a grand an hour slinging the hottest pills on the market. 

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Shin, having fallen into deep meditation for the first time in his life, had long since left the worries of the world behind, It was the first step in a long journey but a step is all it took to know the way. As he opened his eyes, they had a new intensity to them. Without noticing, his nails grew a bit stronger, his skin barely gaining elasticity. 

Mark and Jason were standing across from him already dressed in their full dive suits, Jason holding his cell phone.

"Hey, he's awake!"

"Shin, remember to accept Sheryl's friend request as soon as we get in." Jason warned.

"I know."

"You seem calmer than usual. Have you been taking drugs?!" A voice resounded that Shin couldn't trace to anyone around him. Jason turned his phone around, revealing his video call with Sheryl.

"Hey, you look better than before Shin. Money really changes a man." Sheryl laughed. Knowing he was in debt to her. She was being honest though, he had changed, if not only a little.

"Alright, Shin's up so let's go already. Shin, hurry up and scarf this Cup Ramen down, Launch is in 12 minutes.

Shin gulped down his Ramen with a cup of faucet water smacking his lips. After being mushy with Sheryl, Jason hung up is video call and joined the others. All three now sitting up in their pods. 

"Hey wait." Shin spoke, stopping the others from closing their pod. 

"Is Sheryl still using 'That' name?" If he had to accept her friend request, he needed her ID.

Click.

Jason smirked as Mark closed his pod, ignoring Shin. Playing along he decided to leave Shin guessing as well. 

Click.

Shin was left alone.

"So, is she using it or not?"

Click.

Our MC, Fu Shin, is a 27 year old drop out. going through severe depression after his mother's passing. His is two best friends, being his only support decide that he needs therapy, gaming therapy! 

Join them as they tackle their first VRMMO experience ever, Immortals Online! 

Walk alongside them in their most intimate moments in their most heart pumping, slime smashing, and **** bashing journey competing to get a life! 

A life, playing video games!
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