One moment can change everything. Cliche, but true. One moment can hurt or save someone. One moment can decide the fate of millions of people. One moment can change the world. 

Something came to our world, looking for a way to be free. It's ship, broken down and destroyed, looked like a meteor or space rock. Stranger things had been seen in the sky. It split in the atmosphere and landed across the world. 

Our world, Earth. Earth had been reaching a boiling point for ages, everything was building up. Bigotry, politics, hate, new science, corruption, addictive food, and even the Earths weather itself began to turn. Everything was building up, it just needed one more thing.

The being was a catalyst of sorts, when it was released so was a foreign disease. Hundreds of millions dead, the alien disease gave the younger generation, those that survived, physic-defying abilities. In the first few days, Florida was under water. People with abilities were feared and rounded up. 

The government wanted, needed, to figure out what was going on. They wanted a cure, so they needed Patient Zero and test subjects.

September 12th was a historic day.
On September 12th, 1943, Nazi Germany launched a Gran Sasso raid aimed at rescuing Mussolini, which, unfortunately, succeeded.
On September 12th, 1948, the Battle of Liaohsi started, and the Chinese nation marked the beginning of the most powerful chapter for unification in modern history.
On September 12th, 1959, Luna 2 was the first man-made object to land on another celestial body; it landed successfully on the moon. This meant that the people on Earth had the ability to send things to another planet in the galaxy!
Hans was soaking his feet in the ditch as he recited all this information, showing off to Li Du and others.
"On September 12th, 1985, UNCTAD called for the cancellation of trade deficits of the underdeveloped countries, which was a great proposal. What’s most remarkable is that on September 12th of 1980, a child was born ..."
As he said this, he looked at the crowd and then fixed his gaze on Li Du. "Li, you know who this is, right? Tell everyone in your loudest voice."
Li Du sighed, "An evil man was born. His arrival in Flagstaff caused the entire United States to become a mess. His name is... Hans Fox!"
"Wrong. It’s Yao Ming, Yao from China! NBA Yao Ming!" Hans laughed. "The great Big Fox was born in 1981—haha!"
Li Du gave him the middle finger. The rogue had tricked him!
Soon a delivery truck pulled onto the site. Hannah ran over to pick up an enormous cake. Stephen helped her carry it. The cake was big and smelled good even though the box had it fully covered up. Li Du breathed in the delicious aroma.
Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles licked their mouths and sat beside Li Du, putting on their best behavior as they waited for some cake to be given to them.
Big Quinn was preparing the barbecue. He dug a large pit in the camp to make a mud oven. This was a common way of barbecue in Central and Southern America.
The skewered meat rotated in the large pit within the hot fire; the oil of the skewered meat dripped onto the pit, making sizzling sounds.
Godzilla took a bottle of beer and handed it to him; the two muscular men, with their intense auras, sat together and drank their beer.
Hannah had bought only one single crab from the supermarket. But everyone said "Wow!" when she took the crab out. It was enormous and daunting—it had to be at least 10 or 11 pounds.
Li Du was surprised at how large it was. "What kind of crab is this?"
"It’s the Tasmanian king crab," said a gleeful Hannah. "I bought the biggest one in all of Flagstaff."
"How much does it cost?" Big Quinn asked. His kids had been asking to eat some crab, but he hadn’t yet bought any for them.
Although Arizona was close to California, which was rich in seafood, the seafood in Flagstaff was very costly. The reason was that Flagstaff was situated near the center of Arizona, which was rather far away from the coastal areas. In addition, it was not easy to preserve the seafood, as one needed to pass through the large areas of desert in order to get to Flagstaff.
Hannah said, "Well, it’s definitely expensive. That crab cost me 1,400 dollars."
Li Du exclaimed, "Tisk, tisk, tisk—now the young lady’s willing to spend money."
He knew that Hannah was all along a thrifty girl. When he’d rented the room from Hannah for six months, he never saw Hannah spend more than 100 dollars on groceries.
Hannah giggled, "Money’s just a number to me now."
Li Du gave Hannah a thumbs-up. "Cool."
Hans was exasperated and retorted, "Cool, my foot! I gave her the money!"
Generally, when Hans got the proceeds from the sales of the valuable items, he would give half of his earnings to the Welfare home. One quarter would go to Hannah, and the remaining quarter was for himself.
Hannah was not like Hans; she was not a big spender, so she saved up most of the money that Hans would give her. And for the past few months she had saved up quite a large amount. Now she had around 200,000 to 300,000 dollars in cash on hand.
"How should we eat the king crab?" Stephen asked. He had never eaten such a crab before.
The United States was rich in crabs, such as in Maine and Alaska; especially Alaska, which its own kind of king crab.
But that was not what Hannah had bought. She had bought the Tasmanian king crab from Australia, which further explained why it was so expensive.
Stephen came from an ordinary family, and had never tried food that cost so much. Therefore, he didn’t know how to eat it in a way that would bring out its flavor, and not waste it.
Hannah answered curtly, "Roast it!"
Li Du rolled his eyes. "You guys only think of roast or barbecue all the time. This needs to be steamed and needs a good dipping sauce. Come, I’ll take care of the king crab."
Li was about to start working on the crab when Hans’s phone rang. After talking for a while, Hans stood up and said to him, "Li, something’s cropped up."
"What happened?" Li Du asked calmly.
"It’s Turis, Olly and the others," said Hans. "They went to Derta and walked right into a trap. They’ve suffered huge losses!"
Li Du asked, "How bad is it? They’re veterans—they shouldn’t have fallen into a trap?"
The storage auction business had pitfalls and risks, but it also had traps. Some were planned by the storage company, and some were created by the tenants.
Just like how Li Du had gotten back at Andrew, Reginald, and Rambis by deliberately finding some storage units, stuffing some imitation goods in them, and tricking them into bidding.
There were two types of storage auctions, the most commonly seen was the storage company’s auction. Another one was the tenant authorizing the storage company to sell their belongings in the unit. The latter was often a trap laid by the tenant. Through this method, the tenant could get quite a sum of money made from the auction.
Hans had once told Li Du that there was a time in history when such traps were so rampant in auctions that the storage auction industry had almost collapsed.
Later on, together with market reorganization, the storage companies jointly collaborated and no longer accepted requests for such auctions. With such measures, the industry was brought back to prosperity.
People of the state of Arizona were deemed very tough. For the past few years, there had been hardly any cases of authorized auctions that ended up being frauds. This was because some treasure hunters were hot-tempered, and would seek revenge when they found out they were being fooled; this dissuaded people from putting up fake auctions.
Hans talked for a while on the phone. Li Du's phone rang as well. He saw that the caller was Olly, puffed a sigh, and picked up the phone.
He knew the purpose of the call, which was to ask for help to settle the matter.
But at that point, Li felt that the matter was not his problem and he need not extend his help at all. Especially because that day was Hans’s birthday celebration, and he didn’t want this matter to ruin the mood.
However, he had to pick up the call. If it were within his ability, he had to help.
When the call was picked up, Li Du could hear Olly’s cussing over at the other end of the phone, "That son of a b*tch, d*mn Californians! D*mmit, d*mmit! Li, we’ve been scammed. Frank and York laid a trap for us!"
Li Du said, "Don’t rush, what did they do?"
Olly was incoherent, but Li Du finally learned what had happened after a while.
Frank and York had leased the units from the storage company and had then loaded them with trash and imitated goods. Then they had authorized the storage company to help them auction off the units. The treasure hunters were caught unawares and paid a high price for the units.
He ended the call and noticed that Hans was changing. "Why are you changing?"
Hans replied, "Let’s go. Here goes my birthday this year."
"There’s no need to," Li Du tried to persuade him. "We’ll celebrate your birthday first. This incident—"
"This incident is targeted at you!" Hans interrupted. "We need to go take a look."
Yes, Li Du knew that the incident was targeted at him.
Frank and York were making an example of the treasure hunters to warn Li Du. Turis, Olly, and rest of treasure hunters had gotten caught up in the grudge between the two parties.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Today was to be an important day, seven years of work's completion. Stephen Umber, 57 years old, and team leader for the design team which currently surrounded him was watching as his team moved the bare car chassis that was the culmination of their work to the center of the work shop. Having been an engineer for 31 years Stephen had experienced many similar events, when the ultimate goal was on the cusp of being achieved, however he believed this was most likely to be the most significant. The new engine could use a special hydrocarbon fuel, scientists had recently developed that could be efficiently produced from water that was in the presence of a carbon dioxide containing atmosphere. This new engine combined with the fuel making process would remove the necessity of batteries being used by cars, it was a matter of international importance. The team finished setting up the new engine in its chassis. 

"You do the honours, Stephen" says the deputy head with a jovial cheer. 

He hands Stephen the small control box with a large red button. With great excitement all the team looks on excitedly as Stephen presses down the button, the sound of the motor turning over a little sounds out before BOOM! an explosion rocks out from the engine shrapnel blasting outwards. All Stephen sees is a bright flash before a large chunk of his life's greatest achievement flies through his head killing him instantly.

Suddenly, a teenage boy sits up in his bed breathing heavily having just woken from a nightmare. He looks at his hands confused and down along his toned body before looking even more confused around the large room. 

'Where am I?' Stephen thinks to himself noticing the large opulent room and feeling the smooth and soft silk sheets against his oddly young body. 

Another thought comes to his mind 'who am I?' 

As the thought comes to his mind a pain racks through his head and he grips his temples fighting the pain. Many memories belonging to someone else rushes through his head, "Alexander Halgran? Is that my name? Or the name of the previous owner of this body?". 

Stephen sits on the bed thinking over the memories in his head, Alexander, a prince of the Kingdom of Halgran, the third prince. Alexander doesn't seem to be particularly famous, a minor military career, not bad nor great, and a similar diplomatic career. An unexceptional prince. From the memories it seems that the King is deathly ill... this nation's inheritance laws not handing the kingship to the eldest son or anything similar, instead after every king dies the nation is almost always embroiled into civil war as the princes compete for rule. 

Stephen knows this doesn't bode well for him. 'I may as well sleep and deal with this in the morning...' Stephen thinks before drifting off to sleep.

Beams of light drift down onto Alexander Halgran, who is now seemingly inhabited by Stephen Umber. Stephen, no Alexander woke up at this bright light and attempted to sit up in his bed only to find himself currently pinned by a large black shape. The large black shape raises its head revealing it to be a large wolf like dog, currently resting its large torso on his chest. Alexander almost has a heart attack from fear before recognition comes across him followed by another rush of memories belonging to the previous Alexander, who was who was very confusing for poor Stephen/Alexander. 

"Lucio…" Alexander whispers extending his one free hand towards the large dog, its eyes immediately responding to its name. 

The dog stretches its head towards the hand with a gentleness defying its large menacing appearance. Alexander now remembers Lucio, his dog who had been with him/ the old Alexander for most of their lives. 

"Well Lucio… this is all very confusing…" he remarks to Lucio more for his own benefit then the now slightly confused dog. 

As Alexander looked at the dog the doors to his bedchamber burst open.
"Prince Alexander!? Are you awake!?" calls out a young woman clearly a maid and clearly a little older than Alexander.

Alexander responds nervously, "Um… yes…" and awkward silence embroils the whole room before he realises his mistake. 

"Yes, I am awake, Maria" he says in a voice filled with new-found confidence and a slight tinge of bravado attempting to mimic the old Alexander, "Why have you burst into my room so rudely? What is going on?"

Slightly breathless Maria responds quickly stammering slightly, "The king, his majesty, has summoned you, your highness and the princes to the throne room."

Maria draws a deep breath before calmly continuing, "I do not know why he summons, only that you only have a very short amount of time to be present."

Numerous thoughts rush through Alexander's head as he considers the possibilities, the king, as everyone knows, isn't far from death, this could be an announcement relating to his inheritance. Alexander feels his palms become sweaty as he gently but also quickly shoves the hulking form of Lucio off of him. 

"Leave now" he orders hurriedly to Maria, and as soon as she leaves he rushes around the room attempting to use his memories to find his clothes and remember how exactly some of the more complex, unusual and ceremonial articles go on. 

After getting fully dressed he fumbles with his sword belt attempting to correctly attach his sabre. 

"Stay Lucio, you can't come with me" he quickly says to the confused dog which has been watching him from his bed this whole time, before rushing out of the room and towards the throne room. 

Almost running through the corridors Alexander finds himself almost bumping into many of the servants going about their morning duties. Eventually he reaches the large foyer to the throne room where he can see his siblings all patiently waiting seemingly having been given more notice than him.

"Ah, Alexander, you have finally arrived" quietly calls Percible in a snickering voice, his thin body and dark complexion making him look the part of the schemer that he is. Percible the second prince had earned his fame as had their older brother and Alexander during the Great Magic War, Percible as a cunningly backstabbing diplomat. 

'Wait!' thinks Alexander, 'Magic!? That exists here!? What is this Dungeons and Dragons!?'. 

Alexander had many fond memories of Dungeons and Dragons from his previous life, he was 13 when first edition had been released, and he had loved it despite that early version's numerous flaws. Now as Alexander compared what he remembered about the world of Dungeons and Dragons and this new place he was in the similarities were striking. Most notably the existence of dwarves, elves and goblins, each of these races having been important in the Great Magic War, when humanity had pushed for more territory invading each of those races.

A deep and strong voice reached Alexander's ears, "uh, brother you are here. I do wish father is well" when Alexander looked towards the stoic man who was the source of his voice he saw his eldest brother, first prince of Halgran, Ildan, a famed military leader. 
"Hello brothers, do either of you know why father has called us?" Alexander politely responds, to which Percible just shrugs and Ildan shakes his head looking at the ground with concern.

The large doors of the throne room swing open, standing looking at the three princes stands the king's advisor, Darius.

"Come now, princes, the king will not be awake long" Darius says quickly before immediately turning around and walking down the long length of the throne room.

Waiting down the far end of the throne room upon a throne of massive proportions covered in copious amounts of gold that raises him far above everyone else in the room. The trio of princes quickly follow the adviser and each knelt in front of the large throne. Now closer to the throne Alexander noticed an old and wizened man sitting just behind the throne, 'this man is the wizard working to keep my father alive' thinks Alexander.

"Welcome my sons" says the king in a high reedy voice week from age and disease, "I have called you hear today because I fear for my kingdom, and for you my sons. For three generations only one prince has been present for the death of the previous king, and during this time our great kingdom has flourished. And yet here we are, on the brink of repeating the scenario that destroyed this city five generations ago. As such, to any of you my sons, who are willing to renounce your inheritance I will grant a governorship over part of the new and prosperous lands each of you had a hand in cleansing of the goblin filth."

Alexander realizing this is the exact opportunity he has been looking for to save his life faced with an impending war immediately shouts, "My lord father, I will renounce my title of prince and accept your offer, I have no intentions upon the throne."

The king's smile grows, only one more of his sons needs to accept his offer now and the kingdom will be saved from ruin.

"Father", a snickering voice calls out, "I will not be denied my birth right to fight for the crown, if my brothers wish to give it to me, then that will be fine." Concludes Percible.

The king appears to visibly age and peers over to Ildan a last glimmer of hope burning in his eyes, "Ildan, what about you my son?" he asks deeply concerned.

Ildan sighs heavily, a deep burden resting upon him, "father, I am beloved by the people, a hero of the war. I could not in good conscience leave the kingdom to Percible. Our traditions exist in order to choose the strongest king."

The king's visage grows dark, he slumps back into his throne, wrinkles appearing to grow on his face. After some time of just looking up at the portraits of previous kings and paintings of battle scenes on the ceiling he finally speaks again, "Alexander, you are no longer a prince of this realm, but you are now baron of the town of Sapphire Lake. Take with you fifty thrones of gold and choose an advisor from the Presidium, a clerk should do. Also, Mondaeus will go with you." 

The weakened king then turns to Darius, "see to it that all of this is done and that Alexander leaves on a river galley tomorrow." Turning away from Darius back towards his sons he concludes saying, "my kingdom, my life's achievement will be destroyed but so be it. Leave now, and you who are still princes do not look at me again until… until I am in my coffin."

Alexander is the first to rise and bow quickly leaving the throne room.

A talented Engineer reborn into a classic fantasy world? The sky's the limit in this New World Of Steel! At least for now, after all, I doubt a human lifetime is long enough to develop space flight from a feudal society... or is it!? Find out as the story progresses.

This is my first novel, and I honestly hope the quality will be acceptable, we will see I guess.

Stephen and Sonic Butterfly King kept talking as they completed their registration. Even Kings had to follow the rules of the Thousand Treasures.
The Thousand Treasures rarely had any conflict with those of other races, but their powers most certainly positioned them in the top ten races of the universe. Many suspected they could easily land a spot in the top five.
Stephen and Sonic Butterfly King readied themselves to leave, when suddenly a man and a woman entered the base. With them was a little girl. The two Kings frowned upon seeing them.
They hadn't noticed that the man was Han Sen, but they felt the presence of the Jade Drum that Huangfu Jing was carrying. They frowned at her sternly.
Since they had to register their Drums, there was no point in trying to hide what they had found.
And in regards to the Thousand Treasures, they wouldn't help a customer hide their Jade Drum, either. The Thousand Treasures wanted the universe to know every time someone found a Jade Drum on Planet Jade Drum. It would be very good for their business. So Han Sen and Huangfu Jing carried their Jade Drums openly.
Since they were going to register their drums, they didn't have to hide their identities, either. Every Jade Drum claimed would be advertised. So, Han Sen took Huangfu Jing to register their findings right away.
Sonic Butterfly King and Stephen saw Han Sen and Huangfu Jing approach the registration booth. They kept staring at Huangfu Jing's bag. They could sense the Jade Drum inside, but they knew they couldn't be 100% certain that's what it was until they saw it.
When Huangfu Jing took her Jade Drum out of her bag, the Kings sucked in a sharp breath of air.
"A Jade Drum... That's a Jade Drum!" Those of the other races saw Huangfu Jing reveal a Jade Drum, and many of them couldn't keep themselves from shouting.
"It has been a year since the last Jade Drum was found."
"Look at her presence. She is a Marquise at the very most. I can't believe she was lucky enough to find one of those legendary Jade Drums."
"Haha! Is this good luck or bad? It will be difficult to determine. Things don't always go well for a Marquise who finds a Jade Drum."
All the Kings were talking quietly amongst themselves. The workers in the base were just as surprised to see the Jade Drum, as well. But they still registered it to her like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Doing business with the Thousand Treasures was reliable. They had even sold deified treasures before. Nothing bad ever happened in one of their places of business. They wouldn't try anything underhanded to attempt to secure a Jade Drum.
They followed their procedures and protocol as was customary. Huangfu Jing handed in her access ticket, then struck her Jade Drum. After the registration was complete, the Jade Drum was confirmed to be an official possession of hers.
Stephen could not help himself from walking over to Huangfu Jing and asking, "Friend, are you selling that Jade Drum of yours?"
"Sorry, I don't plan on selling it," Huangfu Jing said.
She was just an Earl. A Duke Jade Drum could be very beneficial to her, and it would be much safer for her to explore with it in tow. Killing xenogeneics would be much easier, as well. Huangfu Jing had no intention of selling it.
Of course, that was also because no King planned on attacking her just yet.
Stephen frowned, but he wasn't going to give up so easily. He went on to say, "Do not reject my request just yet. I am Stephen from the Naga. Give me your sum. Name any price. I won't try to haggle you for a bargain."
"Sorry." Huangfu Jing did not move a muscle, save to give him her quick answer of no.
Stephen's face looked dire. So, Sonic Butterfly King came forward and said, "Kid, it won't be easy to look after a Jade Drum. I can trade you my Duke-class Eight Sonic Butterfly for it. And on top of that, I will keep you safe. What do you say to that?"
"Sorry." Huangfu Jing's answer was still the same cold response.
"If you do not sell it right now, you will regret it the moment you set foot off of Planet Jade Drum. But by then, it will be too late. If you want to sell it, now is your chance." Sonic Butterfly King's face did not change during his speech. He smiled.
Huangfu Jing ignored him and stepped away.
Sonic Butterfly King started to step closer to tell her something else, but Han Sen walked in front of him and said, "My friend told you she isn't interested in selling it. Please ask someone else."
Sonic Butterfly King's expression turned to stone. "How dare you interrupt my talk with her?"
Han Sen shrugged silently. He moved to the registry booth and revealed his own Jade Drum.
"Another Jade Drum!" Everyone in the base was shocked. No one could have expected that two Jade Drums would be found on the same day.
Sonic Butterfly King was flabbergasted. He did not expect Han Sen to have a white Jade Drum, as well.
The workers looked very surprised. They completed the registration for Han Sen, indicating it now officially belonged to him.
"Are you selling your Jade Drum? What I promised her will still apply to you, if you are willing to engage in such a transaction." Sonic Butterfly King looked right at Han Sen when he spoke.
Han Sen ignored him, which prompted Stephen to follow up. He said, "Friend, if you are selling the Jade Drum, I will pay a high price and keep you safe. You can name your price. Anything you wish."
"Sorry, but I have made no plans to sell it," Han Sen answered, rejecting his offer.
Sonic Butterfly King looked gloomy, but before he said anything further, his eyes opened wide. He saw Han Sen bring out another Jade Drum.
This Jade Drum looked very strange. There were some red symbols across it, and it looked very different from the average Jade Drum.
"It's a... another Jade Drum... How is that possible?!"
"D*mn! It looks like they are together. They found three Jade Drums. Did they find a special Jade Drum mine?"
"This luck is truly crazy. They have managed to obtain three Jade Drums."
"That third Jade Drum looks wrong, though. It's different than a normal one. It cannot be a mutant one, can it?"
"If it is a mutant Jade Drum, then it will be worth a lot. We know that normal Jade Drums can become King class, but a mutant Jade Drum might go even higher."
"That is extremely lucky. It is too lucky. I'm sure such luck will result in a disaster for them shortly. They look low-level, but they have each earned a Jade Drum. Oof. They are very dead."
"That is not luck! That is pure danger."
...
As everyone discussed this, Stephen and Sonic Butterfly King stared at the Blood Scorpion Jade Drum, seething with greed. They didn't even blink. The mutant Jade Drum was so exceptionally rare that it wasn't seen more than once every ten thousand years. They could have been items that were higher than King class. Even King class people treated them like treasures.
"I am sorry, sir. According to the rules of the Thousand Treasures, every creature can only take one Drum with them. You have already registered one..." the worker said to Han Sen.
"I know. This Drum isn't mine. It belongs to my daughter." Han Sen pointed at Bao'er, and then he passed her the Blood Scorpion Jade Drum.
"Then, we will have to see her play it," the worker said, clearly not believing Han Sen. The worker looked back and forth between Bao'er and the Jade Drum.
"Does she have to hit the Drum here?" Han Sen asked.
"Yes. Those are the rules." The worker nodded with absolute certainty.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

Martin was out drinking with his friends in a private bar. He had a terrible day in the office, and he was trying to loosen himself up with the liquor, hoping it will  sweep out all his problems away.
MChan entertainment wasn't doing well for the last two years and if things will not run smoothly for the next months, it will end in bankruptcy before the year ends. This had been Martin's struggle for a while, especially with the fact that his ultimate rival, Manuel Lagdameo had been doing well in L Empire.
"Martin, so what's next for you after the MChan's?" Laundro Auclair, one of Martin's college friend asked. He knew for a fact that the MChan's entertainment was going down that's why he asked.
"Laundro, unlike us, Martin need not to drown himself with business," Stephen Jung, another friend of him commented. They were all from the same basketball team from college and so they were used to teasing and joking around with each other, "Martin's wife is a business magnate, so it doesn't matter if he works or not, she's totally capable of feeding him and all their future children"
"Shut up Stephen!" Martin's face darkened when he heard his words. His eyes instantly fired up, shooting a threatening glare at Stephen. The latter who had seen that he somehow irritated his friend, retreated.
"I'm outta here," Stephen Jung dismissed himself and turned to the group of young women they hired on their private booth "I'll just go and dance with these pretty women,"
Martin didn't like Stephen's comment as it only made him looked a total incompetent. Compared to Aviona, he was certainly nowhere near. Leigh Group of Companies was on the top and on the same level with L Empire, and that fact made things hard for him. His wife and his ultimate rival, Manuel Lagdameo made him feel so little of himself.
Aviona started from scratch but managed to reach the top even without her inheritance from the Leighs. As per his knowledge, the Leigh's hadn't given Aviona her inheritance yet as her grandaunt was still alive and Aviona wasn't rushing the division of the Leigh estates and shares. So Aviona started off with employing herself from big companies, gaining experiences from different people and started her company from the little money she earned from her employment. And now, despite the struggle, her company managed to hit the top.
He on the other hand started off his company with the fortune he received from his father. His father had already advanced his inheritance and he used it to build the MChans. However, despite the abundance of funds and connections, MChan's struggled to get by. This made Martin feel little when he's being compared to Aviona specially that rumors had been running around that Martin was only leeching his wife because he had small money left. He didn't know where this rumor come from, but he was sure it was Manuel Lagdameo whose behind it. Wasn't that Lagdameo heir too desperate to bring him down?
"Laundro why don't we team up together to make another business," Martin opened with the intention of creating another company before he loses MChans. He was desperate now as he didn't want to end up being laughed at by Manuel.
"Martin, I don't have enough money you know that," Laundro replied. "My father is not like yours, he had no plans on advancing my inheritance and besides, you know I don't have talent in business or so,"
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"I'll manage everything, we can start from scratch," He proposed. Knowing that he had gotten Laundro into the talking, he seated himself comfortably and finished his glass of liquor before adding, "How about we open a modeling agency or we can build a hotel, or we can start of—"
"Martin," Laundro cut him off entirely. "You know what, its obvious that you have exhausted yourself from all the stress you've gone through lately. You need a break my friend. Clear your mind first then we can talk about business after,"
"I just, Ah!" Martin cupped his face and exhaustedly dropped his back on his seat. "I don't want Aviona to see me as a loser and that Manuel, that jerk, I cannot give him a chance to hit back at me,"
"Martin, relax okay?" Laundro said in his attempt to appease him. "Aren't you and Aviona going on a vacation? Why don't you focus on that to clear your mind. Enjoy some time with your wife that will surely help you a lot,"
"She cancelled it because something came up," Martin announced. They were supposed to leave last week but then Madam Sarah died and Aviona had to work on the funeral because Dr. Miles wasn't on his right mind.
These things Martin intentionally did not tell his friends as he doesn't want them to know the boy Aviona associated herself after him was Dr. Miles' son and also didn't want them to know that Aviona had been married previously.
The Dugmoch's were adored by everyone, both commoners and elites alike. Certainly people will compare him to Melvin even after his death and his pride cannot take that.
"Did you tell her about the MChans?" Laundro wanted to know. "I'm sure she'll help you with it,"
"Nope. Don't want her to intervene on the matter. Its my company," Martin declared.
"But she's your wife,"
"I don't want her to know Laundro okay, period." Martin's voice came a little louder than it used to.
Laundro quieted when he saw how Martin was becoming very sensitive about their topic. For him, Martin's pride will do him no good. The latter had been aiming high, far too much than he can achieve and his desire to be better than Manuel and his own wife was drowning him down. Laundro was afraid that a time will come that Martin's frustration will blur all his rationality and he will end up ruining his life.
"Guys! Look at this!" Stephen came looking down on his cellphone. A news broke out tonight and he was adamant to share it with his friends.
"What is it?"
"Looks like someone had proven himself this time," Stephen Jung showed them the news on his phone's screen with the headlines— New Lagdameo Heir, born tonight!
"Wew Martin," Stephen added as he turned to Martin's side. "I remember you always teased Manuel Lagdameo as impotent and it turned out he was the first one who sired a son and you have none yet. Wasn't that a big slap on your face? Tsk..If I were you—
Stephen did not anymore finish his words as Martin's hard fist landed heavily on his face, sending him back to the dancing floor. There was chaos at that bar that night, as chaotic as how Martin felt.


Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk.

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"You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" 

Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional.

He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! 

Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist.

Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir.

One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference.

HE suddenly became her target prey.

And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention.

The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted.

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In a deep night, I am riding with my horse without any companions. I was lost in the woods. I looked everywhere but I can't recognize anything familiar. I saw a trail of flowers with the help of my lamp. I followed it, I am surprised of what I saw. And I think what I've seen is also surprised.  I saw a beautiful maiden with a crown. Is she a princess? I
 need to know.
"What's your name?", I softly asked. She did not answer. She gave me a look full of angriness. Unreasonably, my horse  ran away but I don't care. I need to know the maiden and ask to help me get out of here. I tried to speak again but she casted a spell on me. She casted spells and it hit me. I felt pain and I thought my body was paralyzed. She approached me with a nasty smile engraved on her face. She waved her hand once again. I floated to the air as if someone was lifting me up. I can't move, I can't speak, I can't fight. I just closed my eyes accepting my death. A few minutes later I am still. I didn't felt anything. I didn't felt any pain. I opened my eyes and looked at my surrounding. I saw myself lying on a luxurious bed. Surrounded with a beautiful wall. I am in a beautiful room with beautiful things. I stood up and looked at my window. I saw a beautiful garden outside unlike what I saw a few minutes ago. It was a dream! What a dream! My door opened and turned to look.
" Your Highness, I am sorry for entering without knocking but the King wants to see you. He also called for Prince Stephen and Princess Aliah. He said it is urgent.", a worker at the castle told me. She went out of the room after sending me that message. I also went to the Great Hall where father is. I saw my elder  brother Stephen and my younger sister Aliah already there. The King, sitting in a golden throne looking ill. 
"I'm sorry to bother the three of you. Children, I am getting old and ill, I want to have a glimpse, atleast, of each of your child before I dissapear." He said as he looked at the three of us. No one spoke and an awkward silence happened. Suddenly, Princess Aliah spoke, "But father, what if we don't want to? I can't just find and marry another prince."
"Are you disobeying your father? Maybe  that will be my last wish. I will be very sad if I die not even touching your children. That's why I am telling it now. I am not saying each of you to marry now. Who knows when will I die?", replied father.
" Why are you rushing everything father?", asked Stephen. "You can just be positive and enjoy. "
How can I enjoy? I will enjoy if I had an ordinary life. Wandering around with my friends, but what can I do? I am born to be a king."
We laughed and King too. But sadness crossed on his face again. "Atleast try to find a way to grant my wish." He felt pain and went to his room to rest.
"Father is getting old indeed. Try to do what he want", I said to the two.
" Prince Sarish, yes it's true, but it's impossible for me to get a prince now after what I've done", Princess Aliah said.
"I guess. Telling their weaknesses and laughing at their failure of the challenges you gave them.", Prince Stephen joined the conversation.
We all laughed. We had our breakfast and I went back to my room. I laid on my bed, suddenly, I remembered my dream.
" What a strange dream"...

“This is aristocracy!” The three simple words hung over the classroom.

Unconsciously Jin Tao had sat a little straighter and a twinkle invaded his eyes, stirred by the exciting speech. It was a sentiment shared by almost all in attendance.

Wu Junyi’s hard expression had softened perceptibly, and beside him Jin Yan’s breath had quickened to match her flushed face.

Tang Mi’s jade green eyes shone. Beside her sat Zhou Qianlin, and though her expression was unchanged, her heart was beating with excitement.

“Before the eighteenth century of the Former Era, nobles were still an integral part of society. They were important. Even today the older families protect and pass on their titles of nobility, and grant them to subsequent generations. When the nobility became the common citizenry, the bourgeoisie didn’t rise up, didn’t rail against their culture. On the contrary they sent their sons and daughters to finishing schools in the hopes of becoming aristocrats themselves. They bought titles, figures and insignia’s, anything they could to inherit the mantle of ‘noble’. The reason why the noble institution has continued until today is because it has earned the approval of the people. Because the people believe that the noble spirit represents a certain honor… A certain dignity.”

“In the old days battles were all more or less the same; on the field they were enemies. Back home they were neighbors. Looking back on them now people see these fights like schoolyard scuffles.”

“Long ago in the former era a king died. Both his grandson, Henry, and his sister’s son Stephen thought they were entitled to the throne of England. Stephen had already been in the country when the king passed, so he was first to arrive. He rushed forth to claim the throne as his own. Henry, meanwhile, was on the mainland and upon hearing the news grew resentful. So he raised an army of mercenaries to confront Stephen. But Henry was young, inexperienced, and he deployed his troops without the proper planning or strategy. His mercenary army arrived from afar to land on his native shores, and disembarked to find that he had spent all of his money. Their food, too, was gone. What was he to do? It was then he came up with something a normal citizen couldn’t; he wrote to his adversary Stephen begging for aid. I have embarked on an expedition, he claimed, but have failed to bring the proper provisions. I ask you to send financial assistance so that I might disperse the mercenaries and send them home. Surprisingly, Stephen acquiesced and sent his second-cousin some funds. And in response Henry later began a second bid for the throne.”

As he related the story Lan Jue had returned to his normal, soft-spoken persona. A small smile was on his face, and as he continued he had the attention of every ear in the hall.

“Someone offers you financial assistance, and you return the favor by trying to murder them. Most would call this ungrateful at the very least, but nobles believe that affording your enemies a measure of leniency is a matter of course. If competition is required, then there will be competition. And so a few years later Henry lead his armies against Stephen in a second go. At this point he had grown older, wise, and this resulted in Stephen’s defeat. He had won his victory, but the result was quite interesting. The two signed a treaty wherein they agreed Stephen would remain upon the throne, but Henry would become his successor. Not long after Stephen succumbed to age and Henry became king. To the average man earning only a successor’s title after winning such a difficult victory hardly seems worth it. But this is precisely the spirit of nobility. Henry use the code of aristocracy to repay Stephen for his earlier leniency.”

Lan Jue paused as though lost in thought. Gradually the look in his eyes grew more serious. “In regards to the noble spirit there is yet another story that makes me shiver, an unforgettable tale. It was back when I was still a student, a story my own professor told me. Today I’ll tell it to you.”

“In the former era mankind had produced a massive cruise ship. They christened it the Titanic.”

“The name Titanic had been borrowed from Greek mythology, referring to the giants called Titans. The Titans wished to wage war against the god Zeus on behalf of the mysterious forces of nature. They were ultimately defeated, and banished to the depths of the Atlantic ocean, buried deeper than the eighteenth level of hell itself. Thus it was people said the name ‘Titanic’ was poorly chosen, ominous, and would invite catastrophe.”

“And as predicted, the ship sank to the bottom of the sea in an accident.”

At the mention of Zeus, Zhou Qianlin inadvertently raised her head. Her eyes found Lan Jue’s looking directly back at her.

Lan Jue continued. “But the difference between this great ship and the titans of lore was that the only thing that sunk was it’s steel.. it’s bolts… it’s people. It’s spirit was never conquered. That is to say that the titanic sunk, taking with it the lives of one thousand five hundred passengers. But the invincible spirit of human civilization remained. Unsinkable.”

Lan Jue’s voice grew louder as he pressed on.

“As the boat sank eight musicians calmly stood upon the deck, playing their instruments. Those notes embodied the dignity and honor of the human spirit, refusing to bow it’s head to the ruthless acts of nature. Just as the famous writer Hemmingway wrote in his book The Old Man and the Sea: A man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated. The sharks following the old man could gnaw on the fish lashed to his boat until there was nothing but bone, but they couldn’t gnaw the sailor’s undaunted spirit. This was the burning fire of the inner spirit, the will of man, that not even the entire ocean could extinguish.”

“Even many years later people still laud the actions of those musicians and sailors. How could they have so much courage when they faced drowning in the brine? How is it they could adhere to their duties when death lay in those tumultuous waters? How is it they could retain the noble sentiment to wait until all the women and children had filled the lifeboats before thinking of themselves? Statistics state that seventy-six percent of the sailors died in the accident, a ratio that outstripped the first, second and third class passenger deaths combined. The sailors even had evacuation preference over the passengers – but they gave their opportunity to others. They took on that hopelessness for themselves. Nor was it one, or two sailors who did this. All nine hundred staff, including sailors, waiters, firemen and even the cook all chose to stay behind; so many people, willing to do what they did. As we think on it today, this sort of towering spirit of humanity is not unlike what they said about the sinking of that great ship. It is almost unbelievable.”


Skyfire Avenue is a street that is 2048 meters long. There are 168 stores here, and each of the store owners is an extremely powerful adept. The Avenue does not permit any vehicles or any robots to pass through it, much less mecha. Even the patrolling police must move about on foot. This is because this is a street for pedestrians, a lane for nobles, hidden away within this high technology world. Lan Jue, the greatest of the mercenaries, code-named ‘Zeus’, has secluded himself here in Skyfire Avenue after the death of his wife. The name of his shop is “Zeus’ Jewelry Store”, and here in Skyfire Avenue, he has been given the title, Jewel Master.

Sure enough, a big grin and bright blue eyes greeted his face, "Master! You're home!"

"Er, hi," he replied, awkwardly.

"I'm glad you're back! That twenty minutes felt much longer!" 

Stephen didn't know what to say in response, especially to someone who had just spent the better part of two thousand years locked inside a puzzle box. At least, they were finally alone in the house, with his mother being at work again. Now he could get some answers to some of his questions.

"I just have.. so many questions to ask you," he began, running his hand through his hair, sheepishly.

"Well, then," she giggled. "Feel free to ask away, Master."

Stephen went back over to his bed, and sat down on the edge, facing her. Being this close to her presence was almost intoxicating. He could just faintly smell her as well, getting a hint of jasmine, which had to be the perfume she was wearing. It was one of his favorite scents.

"So, you're a genie then?" He asked, not knowing of any better way to start.

"Yes, I am a companion djinn, or genie, Master," she answered with a bubbly tone.

"Companion genie? What is that? Are there different types of genies?"

She nodded, "Yes, there are several different types. We have our races of djinn, just as humans have different races as well. I am a companion djinn, which means I was created for being a source of pleasure and love for my intended master."

Stephen swallowed hard. Pleasure and love? "Can you explain a bit more there?"

She grinned, looking even sexier, if that was possible, "But of course. In our world, their are several different types, including djinn sorcerers, djinn demons, and mighty djinn kings, but lastly, there is my segment, which are companion djinn. Typically, we were created for powerful men, usually kings, and given over for their complete subservience and pleasure. We service their every physical and sexual pleasure, and serve as a linked companion for as long as they should live."

"Typically, we would be just one of many different courtesans or wives of powerful men, and in that way, we could manage the harem or sister-wives for the total pleasure of the king, even in such tasks as securing an heir for the king, or even simply, making sure they are well sated sexually in order to focus on other tasks at hand." She finished by giving him a sultry look, the type that suddenly made his jeans feel a little too tight.

Stephen had to sit down, not believing his ears. So not only was she a wish-granting genie, but this gorgeous woman was also here to satisfy every single one of his sexual needs? There had to be a catch somewhere, as this was too good to be true.

"So then, you're my sexual, companion genie," said Stephen, sitting upright on his bed. "What's the catch?"

A look of confusion appeared on her face, "Catch, Master? What do you mean?"

"You know, what I am missing here? This seems a little too good to be true."

She blinked, "This is your reward, Master, for solving the puzzle on my portal. Not only are we genies meant for powerful kings, but also those who are intelligent enough to solve our puzzle. That means, I am your reward simply for your intelligence and your power.

Stephen tried hard not to crack a smile on that one. "I'm afraid you've been misinformed. I'm nowhere near powerful. I mean, I have some intelligence, but enough to be rewarded by you? I don't think so. I think you have the wrong guy," he finished, lowering his head, and fully intending her to disappear back inside her portal.

What she did next surprised him.

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"The first rule is that I am always and forever bound to the one who opened my portal. I can only grant wishes to him, and him alone." The genie leaned in really subtlety, and whispered, "That means you, silly," before giggling again. 

"The second rule, is that I can only grant wishes that pertain to areas of love, sex, companionship, towards making you a better mate, or to protect our anonymity."

"Number three, and this is a very important one, Master. I can not grant any wishes that would harm, maim, or kill anyone, destroy anything, or bring anyone back to life. "

"For rule number four, I am bound to you for as long as you wish it so. The only way, and I mean the only way, I can no longer be bound to you is for you to wish for my freedom."

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After Minos from the Jackal Bank left, Rubica had trouble focusing on what she was doing. She even poked a finger with her needle, but she didn't notice the finger bleeding. Ann couldn't watch her like that anymore and asked her to take a walk. She knew doing more needlework would end up having all of Rubica's fingers bleeding.
"Shall we?"
Rubica had already taken a walk earlier in the afternoon, but she gladly nodded to Ann. The fresh air that had the scent of flowers made her feel much better.
She walked in the garden, but then she saw Stephen coming out of the lab. He was supposed to be at Edgar's office guarding him, so it was weird he was out here, and he was even staggering a little.
"Doesn't… Sir Stephen look a little strange?"
"Yes, he looks as if someone broke his heart."
Ann replied with curiosity. Thanks to his handsome looks, rank, and excellent swordsmanship, he had been quite popular at Rubica's tea meeting. He had gotten several letters after that, but he refused all the invitations he received and didn't even write back any letters to the lovesick girls.
"So, which girl has made him stagger like that?"
"I don't think that's what this is about."
Rubica quickly stopped Ann's imagination from writing a sad love story. However, what she was thinking wasn't much different from what the others thought.
'Has something happened to him with Edgar?'
He looked so fragile that she just couldn't walk past it. Edgar was now acting sweetly as if he could do anything for her, but how did he act when they first met?
He kept saying and doing horribly arrogant things that completely shrouded his beauty. Stephen must have been hurt by him, and Rubica just couldn't ignore that.
"Wouldn't it be better to call him and find out what it is about?"
"Yes, I think so too. Sir Stephen?"
Ann called his name repeatedly in a loud voice, but Stephen couldn't listen. As he was usually keen even to the smallest sound, it made Rubica even more worried.
"Lord Stephen!"
Ann shouted so loudly that the sound rang through the garden, and Stephen stopped only then. He was a little surprised to see Rubica, but then he quickly wore his usual emotionless expression.
"What is it, madam?"
"Sir Stephen, is there something wrong?"
Ann and Stephen spoke at the same time. He frowned at Ann's question, but only for a second. But sadly, Rubica's maid didn't miss that small change.
"Oh, so something really has happened."
"Is it really a broken heart?"
"Well, it's time for him to fall in love."
The maid's talking eventually made him frown even harder.
"What on earth are you talking about? Do not misunderstand me."
He wanted to say he would leave if that was all, but he just couldn't say that to the duchess.
His knights had changed a lot after the tea meeting, and he wasn't liking the changes. He was also getting several love letters and invitations to meetings, which he didn't welcome at all, so he wasn't glad about such misunderstandings.
"Yes, it must be because of Edgar."
Rubica added that, pitying the knight, but it almost made his eyes come out in shock. Actually, he just had a conversation about the new machine the duke had ordered to be made at the lab.
-Why is this here at the lab?
He was checking on the raw materials that had arrived at the lab, pretending to be on a different errand. There was something that didn't belong there: some smooth and soft fabric.
-It's needed for a new experiment.
-An experiment with fabric… I wonder what you are going to make.
Were they trying to make some kind of special defense suit? He couldn't hide his hope and asked. The duke had stopped working on his blueprint some time ago because of his wife, and Stephen wondered if he had finally come to his senses.
-Oh, the duke is trying to make a machine that cuts fabric cleanly with heat.
As it wasn't any top military secret or something, the engineer answered his question without any doubt. Stephen, however, hadn't seen it coming. A machine that cut fabric cleanly? Why on earth was Claymore trying to make such a thing?
-Why on earth are you making such a machine?
-I don't know either. Anyway, we have to make it as soon as possible since it is the duchess's request.
The moment Stephen heard the word duchess, he almost bit his tongue. It was almost like she was born just to ruin his plan.
The duke had so many things to do. Why was he supposed to waste his time on such a useless thing? He really wanted to accuse the duchess. The engineer could see he was angry and left after murmuring a goodbye. Stephen was supposed to leave as well, but he stood on the spot and stared at the piles of fabrics as they went into the lab for a long, long time.
'I thought he had finally come to his senses, but he is completely out of his mind now.'
The duke had been having trouble focusing on his work for some time. He meddled with something that looks like a toy and came up with a strange tool for needlework. He said he made it because he got some free time, but everyone could see whose heart he was trying to win with it.
Even then, Stephen thought it would be temporary. No, he had hoped it was temporary. The duke had so many projects on his hands. Messengers and letters from the king had gone into his office more than once during the last few days, so the king had to be urging him to come back to his senses.
However, the duke hadn't made that threader as a temporary impulse. Really, he was blinded by love.
"Ha, is he… not going to make it?
When the anger faded, despondency came. He remembered how hard he tried to gain the duke's trust and become his most trusted guard. He already had a lot of information he wanted to steal right now, but he had been waiting only for 'Stella'. However, it looked like he wasn't going to get its blueprint even if he waited for ten years.
'I must calm down and let them know about this.'
Stephen decided to use a messenger bird to let them know about the duke's strange condition and make a new plan about it. He must have been shocked a lot and the way felt so long. He staggered, and then he stopped to take a deep breath.
Then, the duchess and her girls called him and were now talking about love and heartbreak. However, what angered him the most was the duchess's, 'It must be about Edgar.'
'Does she know?'
He got mad and scared at the same time. The duchess looked quite worried about him. Therefore, she carefully said to him, "Do not get too disappointed even if you don't achieve what you want. You know, none of us can always get our ways."
Rubica was sure Stephen liked Edgar. The duke, among so many men in the world… what would happen if that was ever revealed? Although it was about her own husband, she pitied Stephen for it.
"You will get another chance, a better one."
"Your Grace…"
Rubica tried hard to make him feel better, but then she was surprised. He called her with an extremely gloomy and ominous gaze but, contrary to that, there was a blue fire burning hot in his brown eyes. However, considering she was his rival in love, she could understand that.
"You… know?"
Rubica thought about it and then nodded. He had to be in so much pain that he couldn't tell anyone about it, and she pitied him for that.
"Just cheer up."
However, Stephen slapped her hand away and left without saying another word.
"Sir Stephen, how dare you!"
"It's alright, Ann."
Ann was enraged by Stephen's attitude and tried to follow him, but Rubica stopped her.
Stephen was guarding Edgar while hiding his feelings for him, so he had to be in extreme agony. She had asked him to come to her tea meeting without knowing about that. And just as she had expected, he was now getting a lot of attention. Oh, he had to be hating her so much by now, for that and for taking the heart of the man he liked.
'I must pay more attention to him.'
It wouldn't be good for him to keep guarding Edgar. Maybe he would get a little better if he was distanced from Edgar. Rubica didn't know that he was a spy and was completely misunderstanding everything. She also didn't know what her kind consideration was about to bring.

How much money must I spent for you to divorce me!?

Rubika dies in a war without being able to confess her love for Arman but is instead sent back in time.

A new life, she will not live in vain

But what are these new obstacles?

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