She is full of hatred and darkness all she want is to execute her revenge.Will she succeed or she is bound to fail?Can love emerge in heart of two ruthless people?Sa larong kanilang pinasok mananaig kaya ang pag ibig o ang galit?

Read to find out the story of Mirror Glass...

credit for cover image to KronKilton on Tumblr

kaida Shirohara returns to her homecity after her parents had a bad split. On her last year of highschool she struggles to find her place in the world as she is painted as "That kid" after a series of accidents. Releasing her pent up anger she destroys a mirror (among other things) and discovers the parallel world and discovers the power of Persona.

credit for cover image to KronKilton on Tumblr

kaida Shirohara returns to her homecity after her parents had a bad split. On her last year of highschool she struggles to find her place in the world as she is painted as "That kid" after a series of accidents. Releasing her pent up anger she destroys a mirror (among other things) and discovers the parallel world and discovers the power of Persona.

dropped. Maybe I'll continue it.

Li Shi Ying was excited that Jiu Wei had agreed with her. With Jiu Wei money, she could live maybe for a month in the town. Of course the nearest town from grave forest was the capital city of Qiu Country where the female lead live.

It was risky but Li Shi Ying curiosity beat all her reasoning. She was soo curious to see what kind of place ancient china was. She want to buy clothes, food...and many else.

Poor Jiu Wei still didn't know that his money was going to be sucked dry by the little devil in disguise as his 'mistress'.

With Jiu Wei approval, Li Shi Ying ate her porridge quickly to pack her thing as soon as possible. She wanted to arrived at the town before dawn.

Li Shi Ying told Jiu Wei that she wanted to depart before lunch or at least 10 A.M. Jiu Wei didn't refute and he only told the 10 divine beasts and 2 high ranked beast which were selected before to prepare.

Well they didn't have anything to prepare though. And so, Li Shi Ying was busy packing things and kept them inside Mao Mao space. She brought a few blanket, and a lot of clothes inside Jiu Wei wardrobe. 

Well Jiu Wei had a lot of human male clothes but he only had one human female clothes aside from the clothes which was what Li Shi Ying worn now. 

The clothes was high quality and she looked like a noble lady when she wear it. Li Shi Ying immediately changed her clothes into the new one.

The new clothes was also white in color but it wasn't plain as the one Li Shi Ying worn to sleep. This clothes had a pink lotus pattern on its skirt and there was a cute pink flower embroidery on the sleeves. 

Li Shi Ying then looked at the bronze mirror inside the cave to take a look at her new appearance. But when she looked closely at her shadow on the mirror, she frowned. 

How could she looked at this kind of mirror? She couldn't see any color and the shadow on the mirror wasn't clear! 

Li Shi Ying hated the fact that the mirror in ancient china era was like this. There wasn't any mirror made with glass.

But, Li Shi Ying was creative. She remembered that the giant white mammoth had a snow element ability which mean that he could control snow and ice! 

Li Shi Ying eyes brightened and she asked Mao Mao to call the mammoth to the entrance of the cave. Li Shi Ying also went out from the cave to wait for the mammoth. 

A while later the white mammoth came to the entrance of the cave. He bowed his head slightly and said "Mistress, what can i do for you?" 

Li Shi Ying smiled and said in a calm and soothing voice "I need you to shape ice into something square the size is as tall as me." 

Yes you're right~ Li Shi Ying was going to made a standing mirror made from ice. Ice was similar with glass in term of their nature so it will be the best material for making a simple mirror.

Actually in upper realm glass mirror was common. In middle realm only high ranking official and noble had glass mirror but in lower realm, not even the  emperor had a glass mirror. 

So in lower realm, people use bronze mirror with a low quality.

The white mammoth understood Li Shi Ying instruction and with his trunk, he blew over cold air until it form a beautiful ice standing mirror. The surface of the mirror was smooth and the quality was good.

The mirror itself was clear and it could reflect things properly. Li Shi Ying looked over her siluet in the mirror and she was satisfied. This mirror was undoubtly the best mirror ever in lower realm.

Now she could see her appearance clearly. Her hair was still loosen up on her shoulder and it reach her waist. Woman in ancient china keep their hair long as they thought it was the standard of beauty.

The white dress on her body looked really good on her skin. Li Shi Ying skin was white and slightly pale. With the white dress as pure as snow, Li Shi Ying looked like a frail noble young lady with sickly body.

She looked exactly like white lotus bitch in light novel whose appearance could sway any man heart to subconsciously protect her.

Li Shi Ying wasn't really fond of her 'white lotus bitch' appearance but she had no choice. It was true that her body wasn't that healthy and the only nice clothes Jiu Wei had was this one.

Li Shi Ying appearance looked very fragile as if wind and sun alone could crushed her body. But this type of appearance could easily gain opposite sex protective instinct toward fairer sex.

COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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  "You see that too, right Spade?"

  "Yeah. Boy am I glad you said something about it. I thought I was really losing my mind. Seeing people in the mirror. But for real, he's not standing behind us or something is he?"

  "Well I'm scared to look and I'm scared not to look," says Jammie.

  "I'm gonna need you to explain that one," I whispered, looking sideways at Jammie.

  "Okay, think about this for a second, if I turn around and there's some creepy guy standing behind us, then some strange creepy guy got in my house without our knowledge. That would be really scary. If I turn around and the creepy guy isn't there, then there is a very pale scary guy staring at us though the mirror. That's terrifying. I'm just not sure which one would be worse."

  That was the exact time the creepy man in mirror decided to smile. It was really sadistic, twisted and frankly scary. I thought I was gonna have heart failure right then, right there. 

  At that moment I felt a powerful urge to get as close to the mirror as possible. I don't know what came over me. It was as if I were being manipulated, pulled in. I slowly took a couple steps closer. As cautious as possible... oh who am I kidding. I had zero control of the situation. I leaned in closer, internally praying, hoping I wasn't about to be murdered.

  And that's precisely when a hand grabbed me out of nowhere.

  I thought I was about to have heart failure earlier, well now I was already practically on the ground in a heap. The only thing even close to holding me up was the very scary looking hand on my forearm. I say scary because it was very thin and so white it looked starched, but the finger nails? I say finger nails because I'm polite. They were long, sharp, black claws.

  I screamed for Jammie to help me. I was being pulled toward the mirror. I had no idea what was waiting for me on the other side. Through the mirror? At the mirror? Whatever. And I had no intention of finding out.

  "Jammie, help me! I can't break free. He has a hold of me. He's pulling me to the mirror. Do something!" I exclaimed.

  "Well shit. What the hell do you want me to do. Break the freaking mirror. That's seven years bad luck, you know?"

  "Well get ready for some bad luck and save me already! Ain't nothing to but to do it." That's kinda my motto.

  "Easy for you to say. You're not gonna have the bad luck." Jammie stated somewhat sarcastically.

  "Maybe not but you're gonna be the one without a best friend if you don't do something fast." I said, scared beyond all measure. I was so close to the mirror now I could almost touch it.

  "Okay, get down as far as you can."

  As I ducked, my arm still in the air from where he was holding me, Jammie threw a glass bottle of finger nail polish at the mirror. I thought that was a good choice, right. Glass on glass not good, right?

  Wrong. It didn't bust. Next she grabbed a silver book end off the bedside table and threw it at the mirror. Bingo. It shattered into five large pieces. A piece cut my arm, but I'm not tripping about that at all. Creepy McCreeperson doesn't have hold of my arm anymore.

This is the story of one ordinary girl, who finds herself in another world. She's held captive by a powerful man and all she wants is out. Or does she.... maybe it's not so bad after all.

Getting back to her feet, Anna stood and surveyed the mess created. There was broken glass everywhere and the mirror lay sadly on the ground. Anna groaned at the thought how long it would take for her to pick up the pieces and to tidy the mess she had created. As she turned to seek out a dustpan and brush, the sun beamed through the window directly onto a shattered piece of the glass. A bright laser reflected off a broken shard piece and hit the mirror stand. Before Anna could realise what was happening the broken glass began to rise from the floor and by a blink of an eye had reformed onto the mirror stand with no sign of broken glass.
Anna looked at her reflection in the mirror her pink personalised hoodie had seen better days and she certainly could do with a haircut but there was something about her eyes she had never noticed before. Anna grew closer to the mirror to look at the piercing reflection when without warning, the reflection jumped out.  
Anna thought she'd lost her mind, she worried she had banged her head when she dropped the mirror but was adamant she hadn't. Yet here stood in front of her, was a clear reflection of herself. 
From the long blonde wavy hair, with her bright blue eyes and scattered freckles across her face. The scruffy converse trainers which had seen better days and her comfy blue denim jeans. The only remarkable difference between her and the person standing before her was the personalised pink jumper. Her mum had bought it Anna a few years ago for Christmas. A hot pink jumper with fleeced lining with Anna in Script font across the centre of the jumper in clear white text. Yet the person styled a similar jumper yet hers read annA.

When Anna moves to a different town she has to get to start again making new friends and learning to blend in to the crowd. But after a run in with an ancient mirror, a strange character appears and ensures that Anna does anything but blend in. 
Follow Anna as she tries to understand who this character is and face the long battle ahead for inner peace or an unexpected death.

....What is this...?

A mirror in front of me reflected a sitting figure. The reflected figure was on a sofa with a blood-red colour. It could fit only one person and it was me who occupied that one space. 

The design of the sofa was made to look like blood was dripping from all over the sofa, coating its overall surface. 

Apart from the mirror, it was total darkness enshrouding me. The only visible and tangible object that I could look at was the sofa and the mirror. The mirror's frame was oval with no extravagant artistic work.

As i finished inspecting my dark surrounding, i concentrated in the mirror. It was the only thing that I could reflexively look at. The glass only had a reflection of me, but soon, that assertion changed slowly as I focused more on my image.

White smoke tardily covered the mirror and was whirling around the centre. Quite like a whirlpool but the smoke was circling with a decelerating current. After a few seconds, all of the glass was covered in white and became blurry as a mix of blue came into the mirror. 

One by one, all types of colour joined in and were whirling around together, just like the white smoke did before. A more colourful version to be precise.

Suddenly, it started to be more orderly in motion as it began to take shape. A scenery that looked recognizable to me as time goes. As one of the colours moved to a specific spot, it became more familiar. I clenched the armrest of the sofa as I became more aware of that view that it portrayed on the mirror. The gripping force became stronger.

I could not believe what was shown to me, one of the most painful, agonizing, betraying moments....This is too much....for me...

The blurry vision became clearer and clearer, and... I felt a sharp pain in my heart as I gazed into the mirror.

"Why did you do that!?!?!!"

The glasses of the mirror resounded a really familiar voice which contained such wrath. I instinctively released my grip, cold sweats were flowing down the back my head due to the anger directed towards me. That voice,.....was my Dad's.

The image of my Dad furiously staring at me like I am some kind of enemy to him. I remembered that scene which he showed me that expression as it was only once that he revealed such emotion. 

I reminisced about that as I quietly watched the scene that was playing on the glass.

"You are insane!!"

He continued to slander me. That time, I knew why he scolded me this badly, I knew why he continued to insult me and I knew why I silently took it. Aaaaa...I want this to end so quickly. I don't want to remember this...

"Screw you!!"

.....Eh? 

My voice...? 

Was that my voice? It was certain that my mouth is close so how did my voice come out? If I remember correctly, I kept my silence at that time,....then why? Why am I hearing the retaliation of that time?

"If you were in my place, you would have done the same!!!"

My voice was intensely directing its sound to the mirror, specifically to my dad. Although mouth is still closed, I strongly felt that my voice was strangely coming out of my mouth. 'I' continued to defend myself against the image of my dad scolding me.

But I noticed something as my arm felt a wet sensation. It was resting on the armrest so I investigated there. Has the colour of the sofa become darker red?

The colours on the glass were now distorting and moving like a whirlpool again. I detected that so I diverted my attention to the mirror. Soon, it took the shape of another scene.

"Why!?!?"

This time, it was my Mom. The tears were rolling down those brown eyes which looked down on me. She was scared and trembling as she grabbed ahold of herself to prevent the shivering. 

Shortly after, a black colour swept over her visage in a diagonal manner. Her face expression changed to that of disgust when the black colour dispersed from her face. Her cheeks, already soaked with the streaming salty water, she opened her mouth with a regretful tone.

"I am ashamed to have carried this demon in my womb."

I bit my lips as I heard that statement. This was and still is excruciating for me. I again was forced to recall that time when she said the most painful things to me. Again, I compelled one of my parents to show a rare expression to me.

This was a turning point in my life that I do not want to experience ever again. 

Ever.

"Demon?"

That sarcastic tone of mine exited from my closed mouth. The verbal display was done not by me. At least physically. But the voice that seems to be directed towards the mirror was conveyed by the darkness. That is what I am feeling. The darkness...is my mind. Yes. The words of retaliation is comprised of my intentions.

The words that were resounding, were the words that I wanted to say at that time. I kept my mouth shut because I did not have the courage to confront them, not even talk...So why am I being shown this? To feel remorse for not standing for myself? Or to undergo further pain?

I concentrated on my Mom's image as the voice proceeded to convey my intended thoughts at the time.

"You are the demon!!! Look back at what you have been doing to me and say it again to my face!!"

Words consisting my frustrations and furiousness exited from my sealed lips. My thoughts were really against my parents at that time. But to think to this extent.....i was surprised. Why did I blame them? How are they at fault for what had happened to me? Does defending myself sound like a child's babbling? Am I really innocent.....?

'Tsk!' i clicked my tongue inside my head. I did not want to recollect the reasons of that unspoken matter.

I stood up from the sofa and came near the mirror, as the colour was starting to distort again. I drove my fist into the glass.

....Nothing happened. Not even the small sound of glass cracking. My attempts at making this hell stop was fruitless. I did not go back to the sofa as I was not going to sit there and watch this.

But the wet sensation in my arm was bothering me. I took a look and red liquid was dripping off my forearms.

'Blood? From where?'

I checked for injuries but there were none. Then I stared at the red sofa where I was seated earlier. I came near it and touched it. Red liquids were stagnant on it and this was the cause of the blood dripping from my arms.

I could not contain my anger so I ferociously kicked the sofa. It moved back a metre or so but it was still standing. I took a look at the mirror as I wondered what was next.

The next thing that changed were the colours that were orderly moving again. Just like before after a few seconds, it took the shape of a girl staring down, not looking up to me.

'Reika...'

I knew who it was showing instantly. But I did not know when she was like this. Where have I seen her in that state? 

"...Brother."

The mirror called out to me so I instinctively tried to call out to that voice. I opened my mouth but no sound was produced. I was aimlessly talking with no voice. 

I called out to her again. I uttered her name multiple times in vain. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I bellowed at the mirror but still no good....I was just there, meant to do nothing, just look at my past.

*Sniffs*

In that total darkness, the only sound that I could detect was from the mirror. I could not even hear my own voice, but I heard from that glass in front of me. I stopped trying to screech to the mirror. 

Her eye level became higher and closer to mine. Two streams of tears on her chubby cheeks were becoming longer from the angle I was seeing. The moisture in her eyes was making her brown pupils becomes blurry and watery. All of it was aimed at me.

"Sorry..."

.....Sorry?.....Sorry.....? Why sorry? What have you done wrong? Sorry for what? Why are you apologising to me? You have done nothing wrong! Then why are you uttering that word to me-

"Sorry?"

A mocking response stopped me from pondering any longer. My own voice that was produced, I started to hate it. Even though Reika was apologising, my voice was not satisfied? Why?

"Don't you dare say sorry to me!!"

I did not want to hear anymore. I could not bear with my own insults. My own hatred. I decided to stop it quickly.

I did not want to listen to my own rebuke so I rapidly blocked my mouth with own hands. I could only hope that this method would lead to the results I want.

"It is because of you!!!!"

Not even close. I did not know what to do. To stop the scoldings. To stop the insults that I spit out. I despised my own voice that would even think to display such harmful words towards Reika.

So I gave up on my initial attempt at covering my mouth. I clasped my hands and proceeded to drove the fists of my own to my face. I hit it once, twice, thrice and onwards. But the physical pain that I was feeling were extremely minuscule.

"Only a 'sorry' won't be enough to fix this!!!"

My punches did not have any slight effect on my projected voice. I continued to cling on the little hope that my own slanders would be forced to come to a halt as I did not stop punching. 

"Then, what should I do.....Brother?"

I stopped the beatings. I stared at Reika's image. 

This was different... 

She did not ever say that to me at that time. In fact, apart from her apology, me and her did not even speak a word. Then why is it proceeding in a different way?

Is it showing me what would have happened if I voiced my real thoughts to her? 

Was that it? 

I got a bad feeling. A really bad one. I did not know what to do. The consequences of my courage, I did not want to view it. I absolutely did not want to hear it! What to do? What should I do? 

Suddenly I thought of an idea.

"Will you do it?"

My determined projected voice compelled me to fasten my way of stopping this.....hell.

"...Yes..."

I quickly stuck my tongue out due to Reika's hesitant response. Both rows of my teeth was more revealing. Yes... I am trying to kill myself in my mind. That would at least wake me up from this nightmare.

I got a last look at Reika's sobbing face before I bit with extreme determination. I closed my eyes as it made contact. I could not see anything. My eyes were still closed but I was afraid to open them. I was about to lift my eyelids after welling myself with courage. But...

"There is only one way."

How!?!?

I again bit my tongue violently, but in vain. My tongue was like a pillow. I bit down but I only get a soft feeling before giving up on that idea.

Why?..... Why???.... Just let me wake up from this nightmare!!!! I don't want to hear this! I don't want to hear this! I don't want to hear this! I don't want to hear this! I don't want to hear this!!!!!

I covered my ears with the palm of my hands. I looked away from the mirror. I do not want to see the results. That unthinkable outcome. 

I absolutely do not want to see this!!!!!

"The only way to atone....."

Even though there was a barrier between my ears and the darkness, I could clearly recept my mocking vocal. I closed my eyes and tried to veer my body away from that glass, but an invisible force halted my moves.

I could not budge. The eyes that I closed, it was forcibly opened widely.

'Why are you doing this!!!'

I tried to scream to no one in particular voicelessly. The frustrations were building up inside of me. I could not take this. My head was made to turn to the mirror, my pupils were made to concentrate on the glass, i could not do anything.

Tears appeared. I could not hold the sadness, annoyance and hatred. Hatred towards myself. I despise my pity self. My pity soul.

I bellowed to the mirror to stop but to no avail.

".....for your sins, is to..."

no no no no no no no No No No NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOOOOOOOP THIIIIISSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reika stared at me with her teary-eyed as she smiles...This was the worst. I gritted my teeth times and times as hard as I can. The torture would not stop. I really hope it is not what I think..... I hope....

".....go and kill yourself..."

.....

.....

....It was at that moment, I got control of my body. I couldn't care less about that as I thoughtlessly ran up to the mirror. 

"SHUUUT UUUUUUP!!!!!!"

My voice came back. I could control my voice right now. From my own accord.

My right hand clenched, was directed into that glass. I knew that it would not break, but this time...it was not for nothing. The glass visualizing Reika's face cracked into multiple pieces.

"Haaaa.....Haaa...Haaa..."

The glass was void of any colour now. It only reflected me in the cracked pieces. I stared at several of my own red eyes due to the tears. I pondered about nothing as I gazed at the broken furniture.

Suddenly through the cracks, lights passed through, touching certain parts of my body. The glass pieces fell one by one so that more light could intrude this darkness. More light was bestowed on my body.

My tears stopped and my anger and frustrations have slightly calmed down. I gazed at the source of the light as I hear some voices.

"...hen is.....going....ake up?"

Ken's voice? It was audible to a certain extent but I could not quite discern what he was saying.

"...is....rare chanc...Continue do...."

Aki's voice now? It has become clearer but I still could not understand. 

Thinking about them, I contemplated on the relationships between me and them. The laughter, jokes, insults, fights.....I kept recalling these small moments.

'By the way, have they completed the tasks?'

....I could not do anything but chuckle at myself. Even in a time like these, i worry about the chores that i have given them to complete. Hahaha...

I accepted the light that caressed my whole body as closed my eyes, but this time, gently.....

Kaburagi Tenma. That is the name of the main protagonist of this story. Or should I say, the main villain? In this story, everyone will perceive him as being manipulative, fearful and a scum. They are not wrong. People close to him see him as someone who takes advantage of others' helplessness, someone who has a stone heart, someone who is unfair. The ones who are really close to him find him interesting, funny and sometimes reliable.

But no one actually really knows his true self. Is he a coward? A kind person like those typical shounen protagonists? A lonely person? An evil manipulator? We don't know.

Before, he was not like that. He was just an ordinary kid. But what changed this 16-year-old this much? Did something absurd happened?

We also don't know the motivation that drives him to be feared and hated by those around him. Why is he doing this

The bitter truth is much darker than that.

But.....

The one thing that we understand as we progress the story is that he is doing it not because he wants to, but because of someone else. Someone else special.....

Follow the story of this despised and feared delinquent, to find out his true motives, how did he become like this, and finally, who is that someone that he is doing it for.....







PS: This is the first time that I'm writing a story. As you can see by the protagonist's name, it is set in Japan because I'm a big fan of anime in Japan. Also, I didn't put honorifics like '-san' or '-Kun' because I don't really know how it works.

After Chapter 10 or so, my writing becomes better so bear with the shitty writing skills. I improve gradually

And finally, I am grateful that you readers took your time to read my story. It's my first story so bear with it if there are too many grammar mistakes or if the story is kind of boring. Hope you all have a good time and I also hope that some readers might like the story I just wrote. Thank you.

I probably screamed, because the next thing I knew was that there were people in the washroom. Gasps and yells filled the room as the others witnessed me standing in front of the mirror, screaming my lungs out.
The parting on my back brought me out of the hysteria. I turned at once, scared out of my mind, and stumbled only to be steadied by Lal Singh. I stared at him blankly. He was saying something, as his lips were moving, but I couldn't hear anything. He probably noticed my incoherence as he asked the others to go out.
With that order, he steadied me again and supported me towards the Sofa. As i sat down, he kneeled by my side. I was still shaking, my head felt dizzy, he kept patting my back mumbling something, though I couldn't decipher his words. 
Probably a long time later, my shakiness receded a bit. I stared at my hands, when the mirror had shattered I had raised my hands to protect my eyes. Many shards were embedded in my skin at that moment and my hands were completely bloodied. But right now, there was not a single cut on my hand. There was no blood, no pain, no glass shards. My hands were completely clean and safe.
 I swallowed. 
I raised my hands and touched my face. Despite my attempts the glass shards had pierced my cheeks and forehead, I remembered the feeling of blood dripping down my face. But again I was shocked. There was not a single scratch my hands could locate on my face. I kept touching every part of my face, my hands, but much to my shock, my face felt unharmed.
With a gasp, I rose and stumbled towards the washroom. In hindsight, I could feel the presence of someone beside me, but right now, I wanted to check something. 
The door of washroom was left ajar as others had dragged me towards Sofa. Right now, I was sure that there must be pieces of broken mirror lying on the ground. That the wash basin would be littered with blood. That there must be something to prove that everything wasn't merely my imagination or hallucination. That the mirror was truly broken.
But my wishes remained unfulfilled. The washroom was clean and shiny. There were no glass shards or blood or any kind of messy thing lying around. 
I was stunned.
I stared at the unbroken mirror with my eyes widened and my mouth opened. The sight of my unbidden terror seemed to be mocking me through the mirror. I would have probably passed out if it hadn't been Lal Singh who steadied me again.
He again supported me out of the room and settled me on the edge of the bed. 
My dizziness returned. I would have screamed again, if not for the inquisitive touch on my knees.
I shivered. 
"Hukum!( Master) What's wrong?" Came the worried tone.
I finally remembered my situation. With wary eyes I stared at Lal Singh, who was looking at me with such worried and confused eyes that I choked.
Lal Singh was still kneeling by my side. As he noticed my attention, he rose and poured me a glass of water.
He offered it to me, but my hands were trembling so badly that I didn't dared to hold the glass. I denied him with a head - shake.
For a long time, I could do nothing but breathe.
He also did nothing except kneeling by my side and patting my back.
"Hukum? Are you ok now? Did you saw a bad dream? You were shouting so loudly that I felt my hear drop." He asked after a while, when i finally managed to control my breathing.
"I don't know."

Every memory played like a song in my head, repeating itself again and again.
"Seri." He says.
"Stop calling me, stop it." I shout. He was standing beside me or was he?
The pain surged over me with every expelled breath, reaching higher peaks. My lungs felt empty despite my long intakes of the damp air. Tears began to spill from her helpless eyes.
"You know I'll be back." he says.
"No, I know you won't, why are you making fake promises?" I say but my voice breaks because of my sobs.
I look at myself in the mirror. I open the tap and splash water on my face. I splash the water again. I splash it harder. I want to forget everything. I want to forget every bit of us.
In the water-drenched mirror, I see him. He was standing behind me.
"Why I am seeing you everywhere? Stop, could you?" I say.
My eyes were red. My forehead was burning. That wet dress was stuck to my skin. It had turned translucent at some parts. I open a drawer. I pick up the lotion and throw it on the floor. I throw everything from the drawer on the floor. I step back and lean on the wall.
My throat was burning. My voice box felt heavy. It felt like couldn't take any more pressure. My head was about to blast. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble. My stomach aches as I cry harder.
I move my hands to my hair where they remain for some time. I turn towards the wall.
I press my head against the wall... trembling. I can't-can't stop. Even as I press my hand against the wall it shakes, it trembles. I can't stop... I can't stop. Why can I not stop crying?
I turn again and look in the mirror. I bend closer to the mirror, all my body pressure on the marble slab. I look at the mess on the floor. The muddy footprints. Broken bottles. I start opening every drawer, searching like crazy. Not caring if anything fell or broke. Not minding to close it back. I pull a drawer so hard that it's hinges break and it falls on the floor. I look at the shelves. I pick it. I look at me being insane. My hair was already very messy. I take the scissors and chop my hair. The locks fall in the sink. Some locks fall on the floor. I cut some of them till my neck. Some of them till my chin. I didn't care if they were unequal. I look at the floor and then in the mirror. My eyes were swelled up. My hands were bruised. Blood coming out from the fresh wounds had turned the silver scissors red. The scissors slip from my hand and fall on the floor, I feel excruciating pain in my chest. I press my fist hard against my heart. I couldn't even identify where all I was feeling the pain.
The rain was crashing harder and harder on the windows. Clouds had become like buckets with holes. The wet dress was causing irritation on my skin.
As I move back, I step on a broken glass bottle, which cuts my feet. The tap water had now filled the sink completely and was dropping from the slab on the already slippery floor.
"Why me?" I say
I fall on the wet floor with a thump. The floor was cold. I look around me. I look at those glass chunks. I had made this mess. I am responsible for it.
If this is how my life is going to be, I don't want it anymore. A part of my brain was trying to calm me. But the part thinking about him was dominating. I have to get up. I can't do this. It's wrong to even think about this. What was I thinking? What is happening to me? I stop crying.
Slowly I try to get up but I quickly realize how futile I am when I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Sharp pain lance through my head and colourful spots flash in front of my eyes, it felt like my whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. I grab a corner of the slab and try to pull myself up. I look at the glass pieces.
It would be easy if I end it now. It will take more strength to walk back from the endpoint where I am standing now.
"No Seri, you are being reckless." I hear him say. He was standing beside me and his eyes were as if he was feeling my pain. I ignore him and limp to the nearest glass piece. I hold on to it with my trembling hands. My heart was beating like it was going to break out from my ribcage.
This an easy way out, why can't I just do it? I just have to move it across my wrist.
I pull all my left energy. I bring it closer to my left wrist.
"Slit it." A voice in me says.
"No, you can't do that. No, don't slit it." He says kneeling beside me. I close my eyes. It was dark. I feel the edge of the cold glass on my left wrist. Finally, I can't feel anything. I can sleep.
"No, you can't do that." Min shouts. He runs towards her and pulls out the glass piece from her fingers.
"Seri, you can't do that. No." Tears start escaping his eyes. He feels their saline taste.
Her skin had sunken into a dep blue-tone, something so lifeless that it scared me just to look at her. His eyes close and he sucks himself into a deeper place to cope. 
'Is she mad? How could she play with her life like that?' He thinks. He carefully moves to her trying not to trip on the slippery floor. He holds her hand to look at the wound. His body was panicking, his heart was beating like crazy. He nestles her in his arms and carefully walks to her room. He lays her on the bed. 'I can't take her to the hospital. She was trying to commit suicide, she'll be behind the bars.' He thinks.
'Come in quickly with the First aid kit.' He dials and cuts immediately after saying the words. As he touches her wrist a chill runs down his body. Her body temperature was dangerously low. Her body was losing heat faster than it was producing heat. Her blood vessels had constricted to reduce the heat dissipation from her body. The right amount of oxygen-rich blood was not getting circulated due to the narrow pathways. He was panicking inside. He runs another call and then starts moving around the room.  He opens the cupboard and takes out a towel. As soon as he closes the cupboard door, he gets a little relieved to see Ji-hun. Hi-Hun was standing frozen at the room entrance. Seri's skin had turned the darkest shade of blue. Her lips were grey and there were cuts all around her arms and feet. What knocked the air out of his lungs was her wrist. Ji-hun takes out his phone but before he could dial anything Min snatches his phone.
"No, you can't call the police or ambulance. I called a doctor. For now, do as I say." Min says. Both of them were in cold-sweat.
"Trust me. I'll not let her die." Min says.
"Hypothermia led to Cyanosis. We have to reduce the constriction of her blood vessels. We need to increase her body temperature. We don"t have time. Help me, please" Min says. Ji-hun could see the fear in his eyes.
Min takes the First aid kit and keeps it over a towel on the wooden floor. He gets on his knees and sanitises his hands. He then wears the white rubber gloves. 'I can do this, I just have to trust myself.' He thinks. 
He takes out the tweezers from the first-aid box and cleans them with an Antiseptic Spot. Using the tweezers, he carefully takes out the chunk of glass embedded in her wrist. As he keeps it on the towel, his hands start trembling as he sees blood gushing out. He takes a towel and rolls it and keeps it under her arm to elevate it. He puts a Gauze pad on it putting a little pressure. After a few seconds, he removes it. He inhales deeply as sees that the blood flow had slowed. He disinfects it with an antiseptic patch. After that, he takes out two Needle-less stitches. He carefully puts them on the cut and then covers it with a gaze pad. Ji-hun sees his sweat dripping as carefully seals each stitch. He then opens a new Gauze pad and puts it over the stitches. He uses the medical tape to fix the Gauze pad on the wound.
Ji-Hun lays a blanket on her. 
"Massage her palm." Min says without looking at him. He then disinfects the other cuts. His eye falls on her dressing table. He picks up the Vaseline tube. He puts it on the minor cuts. He moves to her feet. He carefully repeats the same procedure. Ji-Hun looks at Min working without even blinking his eyes. After covering all the cuts, Min moves to Ji-hun and takes Seri's palm from him. 
"Her clothes are drenched. Her body needs to be dry so that it can become warm." Min says rubbing Seri's palm. He looks up as hears the ruffling of feet. 
"I'll take it from here." Dr.Oh says. 
"Her clothes are in that cupboard," Min tells the nurse. She nods.
"You did well. Heat some towels in the microwave." Dr. Oh says. Without thinking twice, Min takes out the towels from her cupboard and starts walking out of the room. Ji-hun keeps staring at their uniform logo.
"Bring her medicine box. She probably keeps it downstairs." Dr.Oh says to Ji-hun.
"Is it safe to leave her like this? If Min called them, he must really trust them." He thinks and moves out of the room.
He moves down the stairs and starts looking around himself.

Everyone is in the same game; just different levels,  dealing from the same hell; just different devils. 

Many lives, one story.
Hanzo Ken, an extraordinary high schooler, the upcoming CEO of the world’s biggest company, with life looking all glitter..but what about the real side? 
Zeal, the glamour of the entertainment industry. Is the smile of the king of K-pop real?

Is what visible to the eyes the truth?
Can you love without feeling pain?
Ambition or Love?

A tech.. An idol. An unordinary girl. A healer. All together. Rain.

Every scar has a story.
 
Every person you know, has a person you don’t know.
Every person you meet, is fighting a battle you know nothing about.





Note: All the characters and place in the story are purely a string of imagination. The matching of names in real life would be coincidental. Several references have been taken from the internet. All rights have been reserved.

"Whoa! This villa is so beautiful."
Ava paused for a moment on the ascending staircase and looked around when her eyes landed on the high circular window from where the sunlight had been coming inside. The little diablo could not help herself after witnessing the archaic designs of the walls and the minor details of the walls. 
'I wonder how long we will stay here, I want to see all of this.'
Ava was so amazed by the interior decor that she turned around and looked carefully, the portraits hung throughout the walls upwards the whole stairs.
'I want to stay here for longer.'
She thought to herself and took the next big step to turn around the stairs. 
The little diablo could not comprehend the presence of that man who had been hiding beneath the stairs watching over her with amusement, of course he needed to calculate the stuff beforehand he could approach her with his task.
'This uncle has so big moustaches.'
She stood in front of the portrait of Sandro's father and commented on the poor soul who got remarks from her in amazement, Ava made an O shaped mouth while staring at the man with a keen expression.
'Anyone could have taken swings over them.'
Her remarks regarding the huge moustaches which had been curled up from the ends made her giggle. She moved towards the other portraits by tucking both hands over the hips as Ava ascended the staircase and approached the arcade.
"This villa is no less than a maze. Gosh! I can play hide and seek here easily since no one would remember the map because most walls have the same paint and wallpapers."
The little diablo perhaps had already acknowledged whatever she could do there in the moments or days when she was there. 
"What is this room?"
She halted in front of the mirror and stared at it with curiosity, it was only her who immediately sensed that something was wrong with the mirror and it was not an ordinary glass.
'The mirror is nearly as big as those other doors and,'
Ava leaned in and placed her index finger on the in such a way that her nail touched it and she imminently came to know that it was a secret passage. 
'The glass is different too, tsk. Anyone could sense that what is the use of a mirror here in the beginning of the arcade when there are only a few mirrors in the house which are being used as decorations. 
Of course what else one could expect from her and it was the perfect moment when Mark ascended the staircase silently and tip toed that Ava was unable to sense his presence. Within those chocolate shaded walls having portraits hung on them as clothes the mere sight felt no less than any Hollywood action film in which the kid was about to get kidnapped.
Ava responded to the mystery by moving towards the right to see if there was some sort of handle or knob to open it but found nothing, then she turned towards the other side and placed her face on the wall to attempt to see what was behind the mirror.
'Ugh! There is nothing.'
She growled helplessly and stood in the front again with her right elbow resting on left palm as she gave a thinking gesture, it was the moment when she realized that the card might help her to solve the mystery.
'Why don't I use that card? It might be the key to open this door, but….where to insert it?'
Ava again analyzed the mirror from top to below and found nothing then slipped her hand inside the pocket of her jeans, her small silhouette standing in front of the mirror felt no different than Harry Potter standing in front of the mirror. 
Oh well, this time the wizard was her mother and Renna Amaryllis was no less than a deadliest enemy!
"I have to solve this mystery."
Ava slightly pouted and then stared at the mirror thinking carefully as if she had been finding her enemy's weakness.
'Come on Ava, bring Sherlock Holmes out. You can do it.'
She assured herself with a pout and took out the card to find the accurate place to insert it.
'Aunt said this card can open any door and if this is a secret passage then it should open.'
She cast a look at the blue card in her hand which seemed more like a computer chip and then glanced at her reflection in the mirror.
'I should try and see for myself.'
Ava stretched her hand out and was about to put the key card on the mirror when someone called her from behind in a shrill tone.
"Hey kid!"
Mark yelled in a loud voice to snag her attention while Ava jumped into her place out of fright and the card fell from her hands, the little diablo immediately turned around only to see a man standing at the start of the arcade. 
As soon as Ava's eyes landed on the man she became imma pissed off since the lady felt it as her insult that someone addressed her as 'kid' and on the top of it in a loud yell. It was completely unacceptable for her that the anonymous man had been behaving so frank with her that he dared to speak to her daringly.
"Hey!"
Ava responded in the same tone though she had utter anger laced in her voice as her glaring silvery orbs were fixated on the man in front of her, who was clad into a white suit with a similar shaded hat and a dried grass string in his mouth while he stood there in a titled position.
'Who is this jerk guy? He is stealing my spotlight by being Sherlock Holmes here!'
The little lady did not even liked in the slightest bit that someone had been playing the same role as hers, on the top of it he had been wearing the same signature clothes like the actual character just white in the shade.


Volume 1 - Completed  
Volume 2 - After 212 chapters
(Book status: Completed)


"You can't cage me here like this, I'm going!"
Renna Amaryllis yelled at him and approached the knob when a six spiked blade flew past her cheek and hit the door.


"You can't, unless I find the truth about you."
Ronan's serene orbs flickered evil as his right hand man standing nearby trembled, while Renna smirked meaningfully playing vulnerable card.

_._._._


"Hey, I've brought you food and meds."
Renna stepped inside the room when Ronan leaped to hold the tray when the duvet slipped from his naked body revealing a hardened bulge.

"Face, torso or my sexy dick?"
His narcissistic question heated a passion within her.

_._._._


A woman gave a lopsided grin while swirling the wine glass, reading the headlines on the TV. 
"Checkmate! Ronan Ross is dead."

Renna Amaryllis was assigned to shot her doting ex-husband dead, while he struggled to win his 'dead wife' back.

It's just a pity that she wanted his head, after falling into his hands intentionally. 

As she proceeded with her strategies, the underworld Lord grew suspicious. 

Finally acknowledging that it was a wrong move and that she had already triggered a war within three mafia rulers! 

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TAGS: #mafiaKing #CEO #StrongLeads #technology #action #cleverFemale #gunsAndbullets #killing #deadWifecomesBack 

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• Must read the introductory auxiliary chapter first.

"Open the door," Dong Qi collected herself and commanded, putting on the imposing manner of a young miss. 

The two men hurriedly unlocked the door. After the three of them filed in, they once again shut it. 

"Phew… what a precious thing to guard. Finally, the mission’s complete," one of the men couldn't help but heave a soft sigh of relief. 

"This Holy Fame Plaza has gotten more and more eerie lately. I wonder what’s going on. I get a thoroughly unsettling feeling each time I’m here," the other complained. "Next time, if I’m sent here for a mission, I’ll definitely refuse it over my dead body. If we were to meet with something unclean here…"

"Touch wood, touch wood! Can’t you keep your mouth shut? Be careful lest your inauspicious words really summon those unclean things!"

"That’s right, that’s right," the other person quickly slapped across his own mouth lightly. 

After the trio including Lu Sheng entered the room, they swiftly made their way to the copper back of the stained-glass mirror. 

Xu Chui unfurled a piece of yellow paper, on which they had traced out the standard form of the three words. Lu Sheng held it over for a comparison. 

He caressed the scratches on the back of the mirror and scrutinized it in detail. 

The three standard characters were neatly and clearly written in uniform script. On the other hand, although one could clearly distinguish that the three words at the back of the mirror were of the same form, they were written in a slanted and twisted manner, as if by someone unfamiliar with the words. It was akin to the writing of a young child who had yet to learn to grasp the brush properly. 

"Count to ten…" Lu Sheng stroked the scratches carefully. These scratches had been carved deeply and viciously. "If they were really carved by a child, then such deep scratches… under what circumstances would a little child be able to carve out such deep scratches with a small knife?"

He muttered to himself under his breath, although he seemed to be directing the question to the other two at the same time. 

Xu Chui hesitated a moment. 

"Copper isn’t considered too tough. Maybe the child used a sharp blade. It depends on how old the child was…"

"What about a girl of seven or eight years old?" Dong Qi suddenly interjected and asked. 

"If it were a seven- or eight-year-old… it would perhaps take all the strength in her body to be able to carve out something like this…" Xu Chui shook his head. Looking at Dong Qi, he saw that beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead and her face had distorted into an ugly expression; clearly, she was frightened. 

Lu Sheng rose. Seeing that they weren’t able to uncover any leads that day and it was getting late, not to mention that Dong Qi was in very bad shape, he said, "That’s it for today. Get some rest. Early tomorrow morning, we’ll go visit the sect master’s remains and see if we find anything amiss. Also, if the upper echelon of Tea Sect come over to see the mirror tonight, Young Miss Dong Qi, if you notice any of that, you must remember to alert us." 

"Yes! Many thanks, esteemed representative!" Dong Qi nodded vigorously.

"Go rest, you look terrible," Lu Sheng said impassively. "If you notice anything strange at night, come look for us immediately."

"Yes. Thank you, thank you, esteemed representative. The two guest rooms have been prepared. I'll get someone to bring you there now," Dong Qi gushed gratefully. 

Each of them returned to their rooms to rest. After Lu Sheng finished his meal and meditated to cultivate his inner force for a while, fatigue gradually washed over him. Sleepy, he lay down and pulled over the covers, slowly slipping into a slumber. 

He slept differently from the common man. Even when he was asleep, as long as there was the slightest movement in the wind, or the smallest blade of grass that moved, he could awake instantly in alarm. 

Initially, he hadn’t intended to sleep. Even though it was unlikely that he would land in big trouble given his hard body skills, as well as inner Qi that constantly protected his body, it was nevertheless easy to be caught off guard. Therefore, when he went outside on missions such as this, he usually meditated rather than slept.  

Yet, on this trip, he had been unable to shake off that sense of drowsiness once it struck him. He thus lay down and gradually fell asleep. 

***

In the dead of the night, Lu Sheng awoke groggily as he seemed to sense some sort of noise. 

He slowly got up from the bed and opened his eyes. Drowsiness washed over him, but he could hear faint movement sounds travelling constantly from the window. 

Lu Sheng exhaled deeply and looked in the direction of the window. 

Curtains hung over the window ledge. Moonlight shone in from outside. 

That was when Lu Sheng noticed a small head bobbing up and down outside the window, attempting to peek into the room through the curtains.

'What's that?' Lu Sheng sat upright and stared hard at the window. 

The black silhouette of a young girl reflected distinctly in the curtains. She was jumping up and down, as if she were standing outside the window and trying to jump high enough to see what was within the room. 

"Who’s that?" Lu Sheng asked. 

Instantly, that little girl stopped moving. She stood still outside the curtains, looking silently in the direction of Lu Sheng and not moving an inch. 

"If you want to come in, you can knock," Lu Sheng got off the bed, arose and walked over to the window. 

The little child’s shadow beyond the curtains remained unmoving. 

"SWISH!"

He pulled back the curtains with a flourish... only to find nothing beyond the window ledge. There wasn't a single soul to be found in the entire courtyard outside; there weren’t even any guards on the night watch. It was coldly desolate and stark empty. 

Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes. Glancing to the left and right, he gave a cold harrumph before pulling back the curtains once more. 

***

Dong Qi took to heart Lu Sheng’s instructions and lay on her bed, fully clothed. She intended to rise in the middle of the night to check if those people came again, but unwittingly, she also gradually fell into a slumber. 

It was actually rather odd. She was initially feeling rather alert, yet the moment she reached her bed, waves of drowsiness instantly flooded her violently. It was almost hypnotic; after barely a moment, she had fallen asleep. 

"I’ll count to ten~~"

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three…"

"Four…"

In a daze, Dong Qi felt as if there was someone by her side, calling out. 

It was a very young girl. 

Mustering all her strength, she opened her eyes and looked beside the bed. She could very faintly see a little girl dressed in blue, who was presently standing by the bed and staring at her. 

Her face was white as ivory, though her eye sockets were pitch-black. Her long flowing hair was also jet-black. 

"Five…"

"Six…"

"HOO!!"

Dong Qi hoisted herself up violently and shot straight up from her bed. Drenched all over in her perspiration, she panted heavily.  

She looked to the bedside. There wasn't anyone, nor anything, in sight. 

‘I… I…!’ her heart thumped vigorously like a drum. Her face was as pale as a sheet. 

"PA. "

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out from the window. 

Dong Qi’s eyes flashed in that direction; what she saw gave her a fright. 

‘I clearly closed the window before I slept, why has it…’

The window had been opened some time or other in the night. Pale moonlight shone in from beyond the curtains, creating a cold and cheerless scene. 

"PA. "

Yet another crisp sound rang out. 

Dong Qi startled. She looked warily at the window.  

Surprisingly, a short little girl with long hair seemed to be standing beyond the curtains. The little girl’s shadow fell onto the curtains under the moonlight.  

She stood outside the window ledge, jumping up and down, as if she wanted to jump high enough to peek into the room’s interior. 

"Who’s that…?!" Dong Qi could feel her own voice trembling. 

"PA. "

That child’s dark shadow jumped once more, as if her words had fallen entirely onto deaf ears. 

The hair all over Dong Qi’s body stood on end as she began to tremble violently. She snuck back into the covers, frozen in fright. The shadow behind the curtains continued to jump up and down, up and down. 

"PA."

"PA."

"PA."

With each jump, the little girl seemed to bounce higher and higher. Initially, only half of her forehead could be seen. Slowly, however, more than half her head bobbed up. After that, the shadow of her entire head was reflected on the curtains. 

Dong Qi to cover her mouth with the blanket as she cowered at the foot of the bed. She was pale as a ghost and trembling violently. Scared out of her wits, she no longer dared to look at the window. 

"PA."

"PA."

"PA."

"PA…"

Suddenly, the sound stopped. 

Dong Qi shut her eyes tightly, the hairs on her body standing up on their ends. When the sound suddenly ceased, she perked her ears to listen more carefully, but could not hear anything. 

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the window. 

What she saw sent chills down her spine—the curtains at the window had been thoroughly unfurled, and the window had also been opened. The windowsill was utterly bare, as if something had come in. 

It came in! That thing… it came in!!!

All color drained from Dong Qi’s face. She felt a great rock pressing down on her heart, suffocating her. She tried to breathe with all her might and cry out, but a huge lump seemed to obstruct her throat. Not a sound escaped. 

All of a sudden, she caught sight of the corner of a blue robe sticking out from the bed canopy. 

"Hel… help…!" she struggled and mustered a weak cry.

"SHOW YOURSELF!!!"

A ferocious roar rang out suddenly.  

"BOOM!!!"

In a split second, the door to the room was shattered to smithereens in a massive explosion. A flash of red charged savagely into the room—it was none other than Lu Sheng. 

He bulldozed through the door with saber in hand as piping hot inner Qi rolled off his entire body.  

He slashed at the tail of the bed. 

"HOO!!"

The saber flashed brilliantly, but swung through thin air, causing the air to howl from the friction.  

Lu Sheng’s eyes shone like daggers and he paused his saber. A web of pale red and black veins, like tattoos, ran over his bare upper body, twisted and knotted in a sinister manner. 

After that little girl left his room, he dashed off in pursuit. Unexpectedly, he was now led to Dong Qi’s room.  

As soon as he saw the little girl jump into the room, he struck down the door unhesitatingly with his saber. 

The ghosts on this trip seemed especially cunning and were very difficult to nab. If he hadn’t given close chase, he would likely have been shaken off. 

"Don't you want to play a game? Come, let big bro play with you," Lu Sheng plastered a warm smile on his face, though he continued to appear utterly malevolent. 

The moment he stepped through the door, he scanned the surroundings to find any trace of that little girl. 

It was stark empty by the bed, without even a shadow to be seen. Lu Sheng wasn't too surprised. He didn't even glance in the direction of Dong Qi, who was gasping for breath after being rescued. Instead, he scanned the room once through before turning on his heel and rushing in the direction of the study, where the stained-glass mirror was kept. 

With a bam, he kicked open the door to the study. 

The full-height stained-glass mirror stood in the pitch-black room. Presently, a pale-blue humanoid silhouette was standing inside the mirror.

Lu Sheng entered the room and strode swiftly to the stained-glass mirror. 

"Plop."

"Plop."

"Plop."

He advanced step by step with increasing speed. Before long, he was in front of the mirror. 

"Take one blow from my saber, and I’ll play whatever sh*t game you want with you!!!" 

"HOO!"

Growling, he planted both hands on his saber. In that moment, a brilliant flash of silver-white saber gleam lit up the gloomy night. The gleam shot like wind, shone like moonlight, and flew like a huge meteorite falling from the unknown skies. 

In that split second, the signboard-sized cleaver whipped up a violent whirlwind inside the study. 

"BAM!!!"

A hand shot out unexpectedly from the mirror, catching the gigantic saber blade firmly in its grasp and halting it dead in its tracks. 

Lu Sheng’s eyes widened. Instantly, a blood red line shot up from his abdomen all the way to his forehead. In the short span of a single breath, his body swelled up all over as large bands of muscles bulged out like tumors. His entire person ballooned into a titan more than two meters tall. 

Both hands on his saber, Lu Sheng exerted all his might onto the mirror. Presently, the enormous cleaver looked like a small ordinary knife in his gigantic hands. However, when swung, it weighed like a huge hammer. 

Massive wind pressure and Qi energy blew around in the study, causing the books and paper inside to fly about wildly. 

"Changing the Heavens in Seven Days. Spirit Massacre!!!"

"KABOOM!!!"

The saber blade slashed at the arm inside the mirror once again, resulting in a resounding boom. The arm broke with a "KA-CHA," while the surface of the mirror shattered into a million pieces. The entire mirror, weighing more than a hundred catties, flew into the air and smashed violently into the wall at the back. 

A copious amount of boiling inner Qi flooded into the copper mirror. A pale blue shadow instantly shot out from the shattered mirror surface, letting out a miserable shriek as it attempted to flee outside. 

But while in mid-air, it was immediately followed by Lu Sheng’s blade in pursuit. 

"SPLAT!"

The silhouette exploded into bits and vanished into thin air. 

Demons, devils, ghosts and monsters
Plunge the mortals weak in horrors;
Arms of gods and blades of devils,
Shroud the world in untold evils.

Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant in the modern world. After waking from a drunken stupor one day, he found himself trapped in a dangerous world where demons, ghosts and supernatural monsters terrorize the land. 

In this world, ordinary mortals live in dark fear and helplessness, without any means to fight against the supernatural. 

As Lu Sheng struggles desperately for survival, he stumbles upon a game mod he had designed for a mobile phone app in his previous life. It unexpectedly becomes his special ability, which enables him to instantly level up any skill he learns, albeit at a cost.

Thus, Lu Sheng begins his journey, striving for power beyond the reach of a mortal as he treads the way of the Devil…  

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