Nisa say sorry to the owner politely, expressing her regret and willing to be responsible for the wrongs and the hotel will also pay for the damages and she also ask for the assistant from all department in fixing the problem and get a good cooperation.

The studio told about their policies and work flow to her in summary and also explained to her that at first how to arrange the set to reflect what kind of image.

Follow with her own experience as a famous architect just one look and her brain can order" the table and the set will be arrange like plan and the frame in the front need a bit of adjustment but you can try to arrange it like what you plan first i'll help you look at it"

After that she ask to go out to make a phone call.

"Hello Thida"

"What's up Nisa, what are you thinking calling at this hour, i'm working."

"Help me please my friend, you need to help me first if not i'll die"

"...please wait a bit" Thida might be speaking with someone asking for permission at her work place before turn back to speak in the phone with her friend "err, what is it, hurry up and say it."

Nisa tell everything to her friend in summary before go into requesting "is there any photo that can replace that? any photo is ok just need it to be big and able to reflect wedding"

"what photo?"

"heard that Nut and his friends open a photo studio right? can you call and ask him if there's any bride and groom photo that's as big as actual human size, i want to rent for a night so calculate the renting, err also cupid photos that i painted for the professor is also ok, where did you put it?"

"sold already, those people still praise that it was able to sell at high price, wait let me call and ask them, i'll tell you after."

"umm"

Nisa end the call with her friend and went back into the event, the frame in front of the event hall start to take shape and the staffs are helping to arrange flowers on the frame.

Not yet start to decorate anything else yet but people all start to over do it and make the foam wall with the bride and groom's name fall down making cranking sounds causing Nisa heart to fall..

The first thing she did is to calm down the owner not to worry and call the studio to help prepare a new foam.

"This foam plate we let the hotel do"

"Ja!" Nisa hurriedly straighten the problem, starting to feel that this period of time she use these words too often.

"the one who make the plate is gone, Miss Socheata"

"the boss is gone but the small workers is here"

"good then i ask for the workers and materials to start work now"

When the material is prepared Nisa start work herself, let people know that this thing with just my skill is more then enough, just write words and cut it and paint it, easy peasy!

She carved the words beautifully after that the workers help paint.

Thida called so she walk out.

"Hello Thida, what's up?"

"have only make up photo, it's girl and guy hug each other if look again can be phoenix and dragon couple."

"great!"

"Nut is delivering it to you, will probably arrive there in one hour."

"Thanks Thida"

"erm, i'm always happy to help."

"so i'll close now i'm a bit busy here"

Nisa walk back into the event while considering the flower frame "miss the flower is a bit too distant from each other right?"

"it's..." the wedding studio representative stutter "flower from our side is only this much...at first we think that it's the other hall as the entrance is much smaller than this"

"we already inform that it's this hall that need decoration" the preparation department hurriedly reply.

Nisa take a deep breath and ask again "what about the frame stand? need to decorate with flower too?"

"only this much flower, maybe no? also no photo too."

"There's photo, i use other photo to replace this so can you help spare some flower to decorate the foot of the stand to make it look better? also the frame make it so that it look spacious a bit is also ok no need to place the flower close to each other i'll help you"

"what did you say Ja?"

"i'm requesting to speak with the frame decorator Ja it's better to discuss now"

A small looking girl that is concentrating in decorating the flower pause her work and walk to her.

"err Miss help arrange the flower in this way Ja, also use that dark pink flower there.."

After talk about it until happy with the image she had in mind for the girl to listen to she then wave her hand at a hotel staff "Little brother, can you take a motorcycle taxi to the market, do you know where?"

The staff nod.

"Go and buy balloons buy lots and lots of it, take many color and get the big ones, big enough that when you inflate it, it become this big" after saying that she make gesture and continue "buy some thin white cloth/fabrics too pick a good brand." After finish speaking she hand some money to the staff.

"Hurry there and back okay?"

"Sir paint that area to don't leave any spot also use this color to style it like this too on all letter."

Accident lead to an un imaginable new life...an unprecented plot turn out to be something else..

Is ghost real? Is it true that there’s a thing call Karma?

Can she live this life? Can she love? Will the her in this body be able to find true love?

Can she change people opinion of the original body?

Will she be able to pull it off as a good girl at the end?

Will this be a tragedy or a blessing in disguise?

Will people even trust her? With all that is in her past?

You’ll find out in this story.

Somewhere in Africa named Nigeria. There are many talented musicians over there. One amongst is adequate happened to be the most awarding and fast rising pop-artiste. He does rapping, singing and he's also a freaking good song writer. He's one of the most best and exceptional musician globally.
Adequate has a manager 'Toni' who manage him. He also has a record label of his own popularly known as AdeNation. One morning adequate's manager was inside a muscle camry with her driver driving her to adequate's mansion somewhere in Lagos state(Ibeju Lekki_Phase1). Toni is a funny young lady, she makes people to laugh though she might be very stubborn too but she's a nice person and very accommodative and she also cares about others people hospitality. Inside muscle she picked up her handset and dialed adequate's phone number. But adequate didn't pick up and she was dialing it subsequently and she later got frustrated.
In adequate's mansion, he was in his room sleeping in his bed, snoring heavily. Toni still inside her car and said to herself... Why? Why is he not picking up my calls? He should know we gat an appointments this morning, what has he eaten that still makes him to be sleeping like a fowl? Then toni tried calling him again but all to no avail, drive faster we must get to his house within fifteen minutes this is 7:24am I must reach him before 8'0clock dot. Toni said to her driver.
Toni got to adequate's mansion, gate was remotely opened then Toni's car was drove in and the gate was remotely closed again. She came out of her car and went ahead to the entrance of adequate room. She met adequate compound guidance and they all greeted her, she responded with annoyance. When she got to adequate's room, adequate was still found sleeping in his bed. Then she screamed aggressively. Adequate arose from bed and stretched his body gently, he was served hot tea immediately, he drank it and gave the breakable cup back.
Toni said to him;   man where'd you put your handset? have been calling you the one and only superstar the number one on the chart, you're  still here sleeping When you are aware we've an appointment by 8:00am. Adequate didn't utter a word he just suddenly rushed in to his bathroom. Toni was shocked and she said just please make is snappy and let's hit the road and she mockingly laughed and said to herself. I knew it. He might have taken some solid alcohol last night before he went to bed that even made him forget the day he was born. Toni said jokingly and adequate maids that were with her also bursted into laughter. She looked at them with a bad eyes and they stopped laughing and they left the room.
Toni stood up and started reasoning one of adequate songs and she was happy. Hey man_ you got to make it snappy over there and let's take our leave, bad boy with nice songs. She was referring to adequate while he was bathing. In adequate's company, where he does his music making and every other things that pertains to music, workers were there working on staffs, sound engineers all performing their day to day activities. There  were many rooms for its own aspect (1)  Studio room (2) Mixing & mastering room (3) Meeting room (4) Reception room (5) Promotion room (6) Big hall for video shoot (7) Big hall for events (8) Marketing room and so on.
The name of this organization is AdeNation. There was a lady in AdeNation private studio. She happened to be a studio brat. There are two producers working in the studio and one sound engineering. There are also a lot of artistes in the reception room. The female artiste was in the booth recording her beautiful motivational and inspirational solo song, the song talked about her past, what she had gone through in life but she wasn't catching up according to the producers. This lady has got sweet and massive voice. Not quite long at the entrance of the company, two vehicles drove in. The two vehicles door were opened. It was adequate and her manager coming down from their cars. Adequate was putting on latest designers and some expensive gold chains on his neck. Toni moved closer to him and held his right hand, they both looked each others face and Toni said to him. At least there should be some time we must act like couples, adequate was speechless and smiled and they both walked in to the company. They greeted the staffs and walked in to the studio room. Boss good morning; said by the producers they handshake and acknowledged each other. Adequate and Toni sat on a foam chair and they were served the most expensive alcoholic drink. You would like to zip some? Adequate asked toni.   You know I don't take that shit; toni replied him. The female artiste was still recording and she later got adequate's attention by her sweet voice and motivational song. Adequate paid attention, and asked the producers; who's that lady? One of our new studio brat sir. They replied. Adequate listened carefully to the lyrics of the song and he got emotional and told the sound engineer to lower the beat little so that the girl voice could sound clearly. Adequate already knew something was missing in the song and with the singer then he stood up and walked towards the producers sitting in front of the systems facing the girl from there while she was still in the booth battling with her song.

The assistant brought them their takeaway lunchboxes. Sister Xue took two and handed one to Qin Guan.

Qin Guan sighed at the box in his hand. The white foam plastic material was so unhealthy [1].

Opening the box, he sighed again. At that time, lunchboxes were really made with care.

As a chain lunchbox business, Lihua Quick Meal had initially started as a small kitchen before it began its hard journey through the capital, equipped with only a couple of phone lines and a few delivery men. 

It cost only ten yuan for a whole box of rice, a portion of meat fried celery, chicken leg stew and a fried egg. Taste aside, that price was quite reasonable.

Sister Xue talked with Qin Guan while she ate, “Did you decide about what Professor Li told you last time?”

Swallowing the celery in his mouth, Qin Guan answered, “I could only do part-time jobs. What's the difference between signing a contract and not signing one, anyway? Aren’t you afraid of destroying your reputation?” 

He swallowed another mouthful of rice before he added, “Plus, after signing the contract, you can only work for one person. I won't have that much spare time. You might starve because of me.” 

The sinister smile of a businessman formed on Sister Xue’s face. She waved her index finger in front of him and said, “No, no, no. I could make more money by working just for you.” 

Qin Guan thought while he ate. He waited curiously to hear her explanation.

“Don’t you know that, Qin Guan? Models are divided into different classes like merchants in the market.” She excitedly picked up a cigarette. Then she remembered that she was in the studio, and just kept it between her fingers. 

“The levels of models, from bottom to top, are Untrained, C, B, A, A+ and Top Models. Their value and income depend on their level. You know you are at the bottom now as an untrained model. I can only get you small gigs, like third-rate poster shoots and exhibitions. T stage shows are monopolized by the big talent agencies. Unless you’re a top model, you can only dream of performing on a T show.” 

Qin Guan swallowed the last mouthful of rice and asked, “Why you are so confident about me? I’m only a greenhorn doing part-time jobs.” 

Sister Xue suddenly lay flat on the sofa helplessly. “If Professor Li says you can do it, then you should be able to. I’m a little afraid, in fact.”

Qin Guan laughed and patted her on the shoulder. “I’ll talk with Professor Li next time I see her. I’ll think it over.”

After everyone finished lunch, the assistants packed up all the costumes and props and carried them to their car. They followed the studio car to Xizhimen in a formidable formation.

The site was the Xizhimen Cathedral Church, which was quite close to Qin Guan’s college. People always called it the Western Church. It was one of the four cathedral churches in Beijing, located at 133 Xizhimennei Street in the Xicheng District. Being the newest and smallest out of the four churches, it was the only one that hadn’t been built by the Society of Jesus.

The car arrived at the entrance of the church. They arranged the equipment and props, and folded out the chairs and dressing table into their proper places. The old guard opened the gate for them, the key quivering in his hands.

Before he left, he reminded everyone, “You have only one afternoon. Be careful and don’t cause any damages inside.”

Qin Guan got out of Sister Xue’s car and observed the church carefully. In his past life, he had lived in the capital for so many years, yet he had never visited it.

He walked slowly to the main gate. The Lady of Mount Carmel Church, was a Gothic building with independent clock towers. On the entrance wall, Qin Guan found a stone tablet with the history of the Western Church carved on it.

The tablet inscription read as follows.

Tablet Record of the Rebuilding of the Lady of Mount Carmel Church
May our holy religion always protect the common people. In thousands of years, our church has experienced both prosperity and hardship. Fortunately, the Lord's mercy and spirit were always with us. May the Lord continue to be with us...

The surface of the building was covered in thick ivy. The whole church looked impressive compared to the buildings surrounding it. The front north wall was connected to the original north wall, and the Cerro San Cristobal was indoors. It was actually the only indoor Cerro San Cristobal in Beijing. 

The mottled clock tower had collapsed, leaving only one octagon abutment at the second floor, north of the main body of the church. Visitors could feel the aesthetic of the broken, ancient building. 

The photographer put his equipment into place. First, they would take the outdoor photos.

Qin Guan wore an orthodox wedding costume with white gloves. The ancient double-row European-style cuffs were shining bright under the sunshine.

He gently put his hand against the wall of the church. The white glove and pied cyan bricks created a sharp contrast, like a scroll travelling through time to show people a picture of times past. 

Qin Guan looked calmly ahead, picturing the future. He seemed to be waiting for his lover in the silent afternoon.

There was a lot of light and wind, so the photographer had to change his angle several times. It took longer than the indoor shooting, but Qin Guan still finished the photos easily.

There were only two series of indoor photos left to shoot.

They waited until the female model had finished her photos at the front door of the church, and then the assistant pushed the ancient, squeaking gate open and they entered the church. Qin Guan was surprised by the scene inside. What a sharp contrast!

With its tall Corinth pillars and pinnacle windows, the inner part of the church was grand and gorgeous. Rows of wooden benches were shining with paint. The European relieves on the pillars and their colourful glaze were unparalleled in beauty.

The long aisle was covered with a red carpet. Qin Guan and the female model were standing by the benches, one in front, the other in the back, their heads turned as they looked at the photographer. The white pillars, red benches and black curtains behind them added a mysterious atmosphere to the whole picture.

They adjusted their expressions and smiled at the lens at the photographer's request. The photos were finished without trouble.

In the last series of photos, Qin Guan had to kiss the girl's hand in front of the sacrificial altar. He bent his tall figure and touched his lips to the back of the girl's hand, which was covered by a lace glove. Through the lens, the picture looked quite beautiful. Four golden praying vases were around them. The white sacrificial altar and round vault looked intimidating.

Wearing a black swallow-tailed costume, Qin Guan kissed the bride carefully and sincerely. His long, straight legs and slender waist made women crazy.

The photographer was quite satisfied. The models are very dedicated to their work. They do whatever I ask them to. The sample photos are ready for the customers. Beauty is our priority. A nameless model who insists on displaying their charm and features would look ridiculous in these photos. Customers would not be interested in that.  

In China, the material of throw-away lunchboxes used to be white foam plastic, which was harmful to people’s health. About 20 years ago, it was changed to more healthy materials nationwide.



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

Aku jatuh cinta pada seorang gadis ketika aku masuk SMA, Yukino Shirasaka. Aku hanya bisa melihatnya dari kejauhan. Namun suatu hari saya mendengar bahwa dia punya pacar. Bahkan jika aku mencintainya, aku tidak akan mendapatkannya. Iblis mengirimi saya undangan. Aku bisa menjadikannya milikku!

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"The MVP of this battle is Okami."

Nobody in the class had any problem with the MVP being Shiro. Though he had attacked his own teammate at the end, it was basically just self defence on his side.

On the other hand, Shiro himself didn't have anything to say. He simply glanced around the monitor room and rest his gaze on All Might.

'This is not the right place to ask about it.'

He silently thought to himself. 

"Please excuse me. I am going to renew my gauntlet which was destroyed."

"O-okay."

All Might exclaimed out awkwardly. He wasn't expecting the first sentence to be that. But he was still a professional at the end.

"Be sure to come back before class ends."

Shiro simply nodded his head in response and walked out of the monitor room. He had no idea that he had made the entire atmosphere in the monitor room awkward, but he wasn't going to care even if he knew about it.

Though the awkwardness didn't reach to a certain blond haired kid with a bandage on his nose. It was none other than Bakugou who was fuming with anger. At the same time, he was in shock and disbelief since Shiro had one punched him previously.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Leaving Gorund Beta, Shiro travelled towards the Development Studio. It was the place where one can place request for some new gears or modify their gears.

After he reached the Studio, he knocked on the door. After a few seconds of silence, he pushed the door open and casually walked in.

"Power Loader."

Shiro directly approached the only person in the room. He remembered that this man was the only teacher in the whole school who was responsible for the development of gears. 

"Did you destroy your gauntlet?"

Power Loader didn't recognize Shiro but as a professional, he directly realized what he came for. Well, anybody with common sense could have realized it, since he only wore a gauntlet on his left hand while his right hand was completely bare. 

"Yes. I would like to request a new gauntlet."

"Is it the same design?"

"Yes."

Power Loader made the conversation quick and precise. He then took a paper and wrote down the requests. On the other hand, Shiro took off his left gauntlet and placed it on a random table.

"Can I request for some improvement?"

"What is it?"

Power Loaded looked up at Shiro. 

"The gauntlets that were made this time were really fragile. I want them to be more durable and hard."

"If I do that, then the weight of the gauntlets will increase by a large amount."

"You don't have to worry about the weight."

Power Loader looked at Shiro in suspicion through his weird helmet, which was basically an excavator claw. He soon shrugged and wrote down on the paper once again.

"Your name?"

"Okami Shiro from 1A."

Shiro gave his introdcution. He also gave his class name, thinking it was necessary.

"Come back in two days. Your gauntlets should be ready by that time."

Power Loader wrote down his name and class, and shoved the paper into a shelf. On the other hand, Shiro blankly looked at the rough actions of the teacher and nodded his head.

"Thank you."

Leaving those simple words as a sign of gratitude, he left the Department Studio. He directly made his way back to Ground Beta.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Some Hours Later:

All 10 teams completed their Battle Training. All Might praised everyone for their brilliant performance. Shiro was staying at the back of the group like usual. He was once again taking those half hearted words through one ear and out the other.

"Change out of your costumes and head back to your class."

Saying this, All Might began running away as if he was in a hurry. Shiro took this as a chance and soon followed behind the hero.

All Might turned around a corner and transformed into a skinny form with a poof of smoke.

*cough*

He then coughed out blood. Shiro finally caught up with the hero and looked at him with no emotions whatsoever.

"So you can't hold that form for long."

"Young Okami..."

All Might called out his name with no surprise. He had already sensed Shiro following him a long time ago.

"What do you need now?"

"I want you to do me a favour and punch me."

"...."

The hero turned silent. Shiro's words were simple and easy to understand. But since they were simple, it was also impossible to mistake his words.

"..You want me to punch you?"

All Might was confused. But he only managed to ask out his suspicion after a few seconds. 

"Yes. That's right."

Shiro blankly agreed with the hero. All Might was further confused but Shiro decided to push further.

"It is a simple request. I want you to punch me with all your strength. Doing that, I will be able to realize the power difference between the two of us."

"...."

All Might didn't respond.

"Can't you do that?"

"..I guess I can." 

All Might finally responded after a long time. He straightened himself and transformed to his bulky form. 

"I won't hold back, Young Okami."

"It is okay. I would appreciate it if you don't hold back."

All Might immediately went on a punching posture. Shiro also readied himself to keep his defense strong.

A short while later, a rush of air appeared on all sides. The air pressure was created by the impact between All Might's right fist and Shiro's right arm.

After the rush of air stabilized, All Might pulled his fist back. He then looked at his student who was unscathed after receiving one of his serious punches. He was honestly feeling proud as he transformed back to his skinny form.

'The power generated is also the same.'

On the other hand, Shiro began to think seriously about the matter at hand. He was finally sure that the connection between All Might and Midoriya was more than what meets the eye.

Midoriya had the same power level like that of All Might. Their quirk were also the same. That could only mean one thing in his mind. 

All Might had shared his quirk with Midoriya. And that was only recently as well, since the kid could not control his quirk yet.

Shiro knew that he might be getting ahead of the truth when it was something more simple. But he also knew that what he just concluded could really be possible. He could be so sure because he was also the same at one point.

'Can you also share your quirk just like that man?'

This question began bugging him. But he was sure that he will never speak of it aloud.

While Lux was setting up a forward operations base something woke up out in deep space.
[ICI MASTER TO LOCALIZED COMMAND: SCORPIONS IN PLAY.
AUTHENTICATION AS FOLLOWS: A331091 DELTA.
CHECK SYSTEMS:
SAS: ONLINE
RCS: ONLINE
SFR: ONLINE, RUNNING SILENT @ 2% OUTPUT, HEATSINK @ 0.32% CAPACITY
204 MILL RAILGUN: ONLINE, MUNITIONS LOADED, MULTIPLE STAGE MAGAZINE AT MAX CAPACITY.
8 MILL SECONDARIES: ONLINE, RESUPPLY SYSESSFULL.
20 MILL SECONDARIES: ONLINE, RESUPPLY SYSESSFULL.
ERA: LOADED AND SHIELDED.
ALL PRIMARY SYSTEMS ONLINE AND REARMED, ICI REPORTS 6 UNITS READY FOR DEPLOYMENT, COMMENCING DE ORBIT BURN
DEPLOYMENT PATTERN BETA.
 6 UNITS ON STATION, ETA: 32 MINUTES
LOADOUT TYPE 8 'MULTI ROLE AREA DOMINATION'.]
Deploying from a cloaked station in high orbit, 6 shielded Guardian type 14 heavy infantry support 'Scorpion' units started their atmospheric incursion while their onboard ICI units synchronized with the operational command net.
"Ooo~ Neat. You guys will get to see something extremely awesome in a moment."
Without explaining Dax got up from his seat where he was treating Xi's injuries and looked upwards into the ceiling of the CAS-7A. At the same time, the roof turned into a single large monitor and displayed the thin air above.
"What's hap-..." 
As Xi turned to look up like Dax did she was at a momentary loss for words as she saw something truly strange. In the sky above them, a group of purple meteors was passing them from behind as they slowly bled off their altitude and speed.
"Looks like initial guidance is good, and so is the active heatshield… Except for number 3, it must have been hit by a micro meteor at some point doing storage."
"W-what is that?"
Finally getting her words out, Xi stared with an open mouth at the strange objects above her.
"It's reinforcements. They're heading the same way we are, you can look at them in more detail then."
Patting the ignorant Xi on the head Dax was about to turn off the monitor when he was almost tackled from behind.
""Why are they purple?""
Turning around Dax found the two homunculi twins with eager looks in their eyes which made him think that they would keep asking him about it until they got an answer, or died of thirst, whichever came first.
"It's because of the active heat shielding. Each unit is pumping out highly compressed specialized gas out the bottom which heats up and ionizes due to the outside air friction, carrying heat away from the craft while insulating it."
"But why isn't it just immediately igniting?"
"And how can the pump even overcome the outside pressure? What kind of mana formation is it using?"
"Because highly compressed gas is insanely cold, and it's not mana, that pump is powered by a fusion reactor. But that's enough questions for now, I need to finish up treating Xi before we arrive."
---
Meanwhile back on the ground in the last remaining sanctuary of the Ta'ai Lux had finished coordinating the last part of her advance team on the ground, now she just needed to prepare everything for when the main force arrived.
"On me, shoot to kill. Keep the engineers close to me."
[DIRECTIVE CONFIRMED.]
Turning to lady Grishu and the rest of the guards Lux wore a thin smile as she waved in a light manner.
"I'll be right back, stay inside the wire."
"Bu-"
"No buts. Stay put Grishu, help will be there for your husband and the other sick people in about 10 minutes, but for that, I need to clear out a secondary landing site."
Leaving with those words Lux made sure the gate was closed behind her as she took a rifle presented to her by one of the Reaper drones who formed a formation around her and some stripped down UGAV's carrying a mix of explosives and other supplies. The very second Lux stepped outside the gates, monsters all infected with purple crystals started swarming her, but she barely reacted to them as the drones around her neutralized them without issue.
(This area looks good, just as it did from the satellite footage.)
About 800 meters from the castle was the area Lux was looking for, it was a shallow stone quarry with sparse vegetation and a few massive trees.
"Set up here, establish area security."
[ROGER, BREAKING FORMATION.]
As time was of the essence, neither Lux nor the drones aimed for select fire or preserving ammunition as they quickly cleared out the monsters in the area. While the sounds of gunfire and screams of death were all around her, Lux started throwing specialized grenades into the deeper part of the quarry where stone had been dug out, as the grenades detonated they sprayed out a white foam which quickly expanded and hardened, flattening out the area.
[STAND CLEAR, FIRE IN THE HOLE.]
With a callout from ICI, some of the larger trees were blown apart by explosives as other Reaper drones not busy exterminating the local population of monsters started spreading out the same kind of stabilizing mats they had used inside the castle, slowly creating a large enough landing field to accommodate the massive GE-05 landing crafts which would do most of the heavy lifting doing the operation.
-
"... That should be the last of them."
Shooting a human shaped monster's leg off with her rifle, Lux watched it fall down into the last recognizable part of the quarry as she threw a pair of the specialized foam grenades after it. Looking around while the monster was being buried alive and sealed up with metal mats which quickly hardened on top of the foam, Lux admired her work as the first GE-05 transport appeared over the horizon. With a roar which one could feel inside their stomach, the first GE-05 used all 4 of its bus sized engines to decelerate as it came in for a landing while it folded up its gigantic wings to fit inside the 100 square meter landing area. Not even sparing the time to power down its engines the GE-05 lowered its cargo ramp and unloading immediately started. First came all the ready to deploy drones of different sizes and shapes hauling out scientific and chemical manufacturing equipment, then the live personal cloud finally disembark and stretch their legs.
"The time is short people, satellites have already picked up signs of movement of the sanctuaries."
Not wasting the time with a greeting, Lux immediately started on a briefing while gesturing her subordinates to follow her while she continued talking.
"Iris I want you to take a look at some sick people infected with the bioweapon, Dax will be here within 2 hours together with two specialists, use however many drones and medical bays you need to stabilize all of them before that."
"Understood."
"We will take care of that."
Answering in her usual flat manner while remaining completely without facial expression, Iris had a barely visible gleam in her eyes which told Lux she was taking the situation seriously.
"Alice you're on wire security, when your exoskeleton arrives I want you in that at all times to coordinate traffic and work communication together with Lilly."
"Okay~"
"Got it!"
While Alice was still a bit nervous, a definite and steadfast determination was clearly visible in both her voice and expression. Even if she was not completely ready for active duty she had been entrusted with keeping the base safe and handling communications.
"Lux, Mare, Terra and Solaris will be with me. We'll be doing a bunch of different stuff including wiping out the large crystal infected monsters, collecting samples, setting up the contingency and a lot of other stuff. I hope all of you slept in while waiting in orbit, this is going to be a long 48 hours to come."
"So what will Dax be doing while we work our asses off?"
Trying to act cool and defying, Lilly failed to hide her intentions as her ears had a rosy tint and she was playing with her hair.
"..."
"Lewd."
While Lux was at a momentary loss for words, Mare did at she had done a lot after learning from both Lux and Dax and spoke her mind without any regard for social stigmas.
"W-w-what!? I'm not lewd! I'm asking a serious question!"
While Lilly was steaming while trying to excuse her behaviour, Terra walked up to Lux and placed a hand on her shoulder and quietly whispered.
"Please tell me Dax will spend some time with every one of the girls…"
"Why?"
"Because they are intolerable at the moment, like addicts severely craving their next dose."
Both sharing a 100 yard stare for a single second, Lux realized how important it would be for Dax to at least talk a bit with the girls.
"Yeah, I hear you… I'll send it up the food chain and see what happens."
---
"Okay you two love birds, please separate a bit from each other. We're landing now."
Calling out to Chad and Xi who had been spending the time since they recovered in each other's arms, Dax uncharacteristically felt his nerves acting up a tiny bit as the CAS-7A came in for final approach at landing site alpha.
(Even after all this time I still haven't found out what to do about Alice, Solaris and Lilly… Some fine spec ops commander I am, getting scared over something like this.)
(Ah, what a sweet smell~✿ Love is in the air~✿✿✿)
But as Dax was dealing with his own internal struggle, his cursed demon sword chose that very moment to poke fun at him.
(Oi, do you want to turn into a piece of scrap metal? Because that can be arranged extremely fast.)
Uncontrollably leaking bloodlust Dax gripped the sword with an extreme amount of force while he formed a large smile on his face.
(Ouch! Stop, please you're bending me out of shape! How are you even that strong?! O-okay, I'm sorry! Let me offer you some real advice as an apology!)
(You have 3 seconds. 3… 2…-)
(Okay! Okay! I get it!... Do you care for them, the girls that so openly declared their affection for you? If yes then stop worrying so much about the entire thing, spend some time with them, interact in a way that you feel is an honest representation of yourself.)
(... Is that really okay?)
With Dax's bloodlust evaporating like the morning dew, Chad finally felt like he was able to breathe again. While he didn't know what had just happened, he was absolutely sure he didn't want to find out.
(Yeah it's fine, don't worry so much about it~✿ If they really came to have feelings for you, then they liked you as you are. No need to be overly adapting to make sure you're perfect, you mortals take this entire 'love' affair too seriously~ Just go with the flow and you'll be fine.)
(Okay. I'll try that out, but the mission comes first. If we fuck up this operation then it's an outright war with the Empire and their sanctuaries.)


After crash landing in what turns out to be a fantasy world, the orbital marine Dax will have to fight the powers that
occupy the world to reclaim the technology that got stranded along with him and eventually repair his crashed ship
to return to his own world.
On the way he discovers the rule breaking power of mana, a special particle that seems naive to the world he now
is a part of. Feeling seriously outgunned Dax places a priority on regaining his lost weaponry that is scattered
throughout the world, ranging in size and effectiveness from electromagnetically powered assault rifles,
powered exoskeletons and autonomous drones from the size of a spying UAV to heavy assault ships.
But the marine is not alone in his search those weapons, the powers of the world he now finds himself a part of is
quickly realizing that something outside their realm of understanding has graced the planet and that those artefacts
trapped inside large floating black sphere’s hold vast strategic value. Dax is then faced with a complex problem,
he must secure the technology that he needs to leave while at the same time make sure the tools of war from his world is not misused at the cost of being made a target by powers he fails to fully understand.

On his way Dax will have run ins with various powers, some of them hostile, some of them a bit more amenable to persuasion and mutual cooperation. After all, what is a knight, king, angel, demon or grand wizard to a railgun or even a tactical class high energy laser in orbit?

They’re soft targets.


For the record, English is not my first language, so there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes here and there. I’ve been getting better at writing over the last year or so, and have plans to go back and edit my old chapters, but it’s really hard to find the time.

Also, check out my discord server if anyone of you wants to trash talk me with a faster response time~ 

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The tip of the black spear was shining with a bright white light. 

And intense purples flames started to burn around it. 

Seven intertwining shadows with a curved blade in their hands were heading in the direction of Ian with extraordinary force. 

Kwaah-!

Even the purple flames that were around it were burning violently as if it wanted to burn the entire space. 

One of the Lotus Guild members, who had seen the scene unfold, instinctively closed his eyes. 

"Ah…"

He imagined the image of Ian burning and covered with scars; he couldn't help but close his eyes. 

On the other hand was Shakran, and the members of the Titan Guild, looking excited at what they were about to witness next. 

'Barrier? Or Phoenix's unique ability? What are you going to stop it with, Ian?'

Ian had a lot of skills that he could use in the situation, and the brain of Shakran began to work very fast. 

'I guess the unique ability of Phoenix won't work.'

Phoenix's unique ability, the Guardian of Sun God, had the ability to erase all the incoming projectiles on the battlefield.

However, it was only limited to attacks with magic attributes. 

It couldn't erase real objects such as arrows or a javelin.

Therefore, if seven figures with a curved blade that were considered as 'real' were incoming, the Guardian of the Sun God was worthless. 

Of course, the purple fire that was spreading around could be erased. 

'Even if you use the barrier to stop one attack, you are in desperate need of a solution. It is hard to avoid more than half of them. You surely can't survive this one.'

Everyone's attention was focused on Ian. 

Woah-!

Ian and his summoned Alter Ego with the Summon Incarnation extended their hands forward. 

"…!"

At the sudden weird action of Ian's, everyone was focusing too much on the battlefield. 

Even Hoonie, the person who knew Ian best, was looking with eyes wide opened. 

'You're not thinking about stopping it with two shields, right?'

There were two huge Dragon Shield's in front of the Alter Ego and Ian, but it was impossible for those shields to stop seven weapons.

No matter how great the blocking of those shields was, there was no way those shields could simultaneously block incoming projectiles from multiple directions. 

Hoonie's eyes became even wider because of what he saw. 

The two shields moved to the air and began to shine in blue. 

"Dragon's Soul"

A total of six blue translucent shields floated, which made Ian smile. 

Without realizing anything, Hoonie mumbled in a small voice,

"Right, that was there."

Hwoong-!

Blue translucent shields began to appear exactly on the location where the curved blades would land. 

Swooah-!

The blades flew toward the shield with ferocious speed. 

However, no explosion was heard. 

Instead, something got sucked in. 

Whop!

The blades that touched the shields fell on the ground. The blades' strength was sucked by the blue energy. 

Thud- thud-!

The shield blocked only one out of the seven blades.

Kwang-!

But that one blade was blocked by the Dragon Shield in Ian's hand. 

Kukuku-!

The shield in front of Ian was pushed back a few meters because of the impact. 

The attack was so strong that Ian was pushed to the floor. 

But that wasn't all. 

There was no way Ian's vitality was just fine. 

Numerous system messages began to pop up in front of Ian, and the situation was explained clearly. 


[You have the unique ability of the 'Dragon Shield', 'Dragon's Soul']

[Set the location where the 'Dragon's Soul' needs to be placed.]

['Dragon Soul' Has been created.]

[The Alter Ego (A) 'Dragon Shield's' unique ability 'Dragon Soul' has been triggered.]

[Set the location where the 'Dragon Soul' needs to be placed.]

['Dragon Soul' has been created.]

['Dragon Soul' has blocked the spear of the Underworld King.]

['Dragon Soul' blocked the spear of the Underworld King.]

['Dragon Soul' blocked the spear of the Underworld King.]

(Syncopation)

[Shield Block has been triggered.]

[Defended the 'Underworld King's spear'. (95.57% absorption)]

[You have taken 166,125 damage.]


*                   *                    *


In the case where there was no line broadcast, the first person to see the personal video of Ian's play was So Jin.

Because she was the exclusive video editor and designer of Ian, all videos would get sent to her immediately.

For So Jin, what she was doing was fun since she was an enthusiast of Kailan. 

In Kalian, So Jin was the only person who could get the raw personal video of the hottest user in the Korean Server. 

So Jin was sitting in the studio watching the video of Ian. 

She wasn't just watching. 

It was her job to watch videos and make it good.

So Jin had a video of Ian on her monitor. She stopped it momentarily and mumbled, 

"OMG… a second! This part needs to be played in slow motion, unconditionally!"

The biggest difference between the personal video and the captured video was the exposure of how skills were used. 

For example, there was a skill that triggered a simple non-target skill like the flame ball. 

However, personal videos were different. 

A personal video screen exposed the interfaces for the convenience of the user, along with the prediction path displayed before the flame ball was fired. 

The same thing happened with the personal video of Ian.

The ego weapon that Ian possessed was the Dragon Shield. 

The unique ability 'Dragon Soul' was also displayed on the screen of Ian.

So Jin rewound the video and played it in slow motion. It displayed the detailed information on the unique ability of the 'Dragon Soul' on the monitor. 


*Dragon Soul

Communicates with the soul of the Dragon Shield and instantly summon a shield in the desired location. 

The summoned fragments absorb the projectiles for 3 seconds and remain activated for 15 seconds. 

[You can summon up to three places at once.]

[Can be used even when not equipped with the item. (But needs to be in the inventory)]

[While the Dragon Soul is being used, familiars will be healed by 1% of their vitality per second.]

Cooldown time: 10 minutes 


Now all she had to do was to make the screen with Ian's battle be as admirable as possible. 

It was necessary to help the viewers to understand the skills first. 

"Well, let's highlight the few important parts of the info window…"

On the left side of the video, the information of the Dragon Soul skill was set, and the video was being played much more slowly this time. 

It was to show the scene of Ian triggering the skills much accurately.

Wheeing- wheeing-!

As the video slowed down, the sound came out slowly too. 

So Jin was looking at the video with her tongue out on one side. 

When the screen slowed down, she saw a lot of missed parts in the video. 

"Oh, a skill set up basely for himself?"

On the screen, the skill that seemed to be triggered at once was actually having a complex activation process. 

"First, he activated the skill with his main body. He took three coordinates, then activated the skills on the Alter Ego and then placed them on the reaming coordinates. Oh my…"

As mention above in the skill information, only three dragon souls could be created at the same time. 

Ian was able to summon six blue shields as he did with his own body. 

The amount of time where all of these plays took place was…

[0.72 sec]

Exactly 0.72 seconds. 

So Jin confirmed the number of the gauge of the video. 

"You did all that in such a short time… besides the accurate measurement and everything!"

So Jin looked at the video again and again, like she had nothing else to do. 

So Jin played the same section a few more times and was able to come up with the editing process after a while. 

This video was going to be uploaded in You-cast after today's editing. 

'I think the title, Ian vs Underworld King, will be enough…'

So Jin was willing to devote all her heart to the source of the video. 

The running time after the completion was approximately 10 minutes.

However, the video to be used would be made much shorter. 

She wanted to edit it as intensely as possible with 2-minute highlights of the battle footage.

'Well, if I grab this point… I will be able to make a video that can easily gain millions of views.'

The most important point in the video of Ian according to So Jin was the control and reflex of Ian for summoning six shields at once in the correct place.

Due to the request of Ian, the contents of the quest and the contents that weren't in progress couldn't be included in the video. 

'I think I can emphasize this, and I'll edit this part a bit more.'

Once she was stuck with a video, she wouldn't turn it off unless she was dying of exhaustion.

As a result, the intense and cool video of the 'trailer' for the blockbuster video was getting completed. 

Click- Click- 

In the studio, the sound of a mouse clicking was the only thing that could be heard. 

In the meantime, the sun had already set, but the seated posture of So Jin in front of the computer screen was still the same. 

'How much time had passed?'

"Ah!"

A sigh came out of the mouth of So Jin, who was immersed in the video editing process. 

She finally succeeded in making a satisfactory quality video. 

"Huhu, if this is the standard, I guess Ian will be satisfied?"

So Jin opened her mail and sent the edited video to Ian.

After all, before uploading the video in You-cast, the permission of the copyright holder had to be removed.

"Well then, should I watch the rest of the video until I get a reply?"

So Jin stretched her whole body and began to watch the rest of the video. 

On the monitor was the video of Ian Vs Underworld King that she just edited. 

"There is plenty of stuff that can be used. I don't feel like leaving out any content in the videos of Ian."

The effect wasn't as intense as the six summonings of the shield to stop the weapons; however, every move was exciting enough to be included. 

So Jin looked at the video as if she was getting sucked into the monitor. 

"Oh oh, Ly! Surely the attack of Fenrir can be any less!"

So Jin's eyes were moving insanely to catch up with the video of Ian. 

The video went on for 15 minutes.

"What, what...?"

The eyes of So Jin started to tremble. 

Her gaze was fixed on the monitor, but the screen that was in front of her turned black. 

After a while, So Jin uttered words that no one would ever expect.

"Ian… died…?"

The world’s largest scale virtual reality game, ‘Kailan’.

A well-known gamer in the virtual reality game community, Ian.

He reset his lv 93 character to obtain a hidden class… but the class he chose was the most useless class in Kailan, the summoner? On top of that, a call from his professor leads to a mental breakdown! To avoid academic probation, he must level up to the same level as his reset character in two months!

Jin Chonglin's voice also hit the high notes, adding some growl to match the more intense melody and stronger beat.
"You looked like a phoenix
Risen from the ashes once more
I don't even care about my body burning
You fill my mind every moment"
He helped Iris to her feet in a smooth dance move while she sang the next lines of the chorus.
"Even if you burn my life out
I will burn into passionate flames
Just like my love for you
Burning fiercer than ever before"
The fire phoenix on the big monitor spread its massive wings and began flying around the entire studio. Amazed exclamations sounded from the audience as they applauded the high-quality projection on the big studio's walls and ceiling. However, their attention soon returned to their Prince Lin Lin and Boss Iris who sang and danced together on the burning stage.
"My heart is your possession
Yet I want it no other way
Your love filling my heart
Filling me completely
Just the way it's supposed to be
So here we are bearing witness to love
My ring just like a collar"
By this point, the two looked like their bodies had been oiled. The flames on the stage became stronger, making them glisten even more. Their fans' throats became dry as they watched the two move their amazing bodies to the beat of the music.
"Showing the world I'm yours
So gods bear witness to our love
And know interference will result in a price
No mortal or immortal could pay"
Iris Long jumped and Jin Chonglin caught her in a rumba-like move mixed with hip hop.
Jin Chonglin: "For you are mine, my love"
Iris Long: "And like my ring has told the world before"
Both: "I belong to you and only you~"
Their voices rose higher together.
Then higher.
And higher...higher...still higher until the final highest note.
Their pitches rose in a total of five semitone increments, making their fans burst into tears and goosebumps.
Jin Chonglin's fans were especially proud of him because this was perhaps the first time that they heard him sing such high and sustained notes before. He really went above and beyond for this second music collaboration with Iris Long who was known for her impressive whistle notes.
After the deceptively simple yet highly demanding harmonized vocal acrobatics of the pair, the music changed as the hip hop element took over and the song entered a dance break. The back-up dancers retreated out of sight, leaving only Jin Chonglin and Iris Long alone together on the stage.
Then rain started pouring from the ceiling, immediately drenching the two of them. The once blazing fires surrounding them weakened to sputtering embers yet didn't completely go out. At the same time, the huge monitor behind the stage lit up once again and a thunderous roar reverberated as a mighty flood dragon rose from the flooded floor.
Iris Long and Jin Chonglin danced under the pouring rain. Water splashed with their every step and spritzed with every turn. They thrust their hips and chests, rolled their bodies, and tossed their heads. Jin Chonglin even did a somersault while Iris Long twisted her hips in a belly dance-hip hop fusion move.
Just a few moments ago, they impressed everyone with their vocal mastery. Now, they were impressing everyone with their superb dancing skills.
A high-pitched roar sounded and the flames on the stage began burning fiercely once again. The fire phoenix flew back to the stage and the mighty flood dragon welcomed it with a deep, triumphant roar. As the projections of the two immortal creatures met and wrapped around each other like lovers, Iris Long and Jin Chonglin performed a series of powerful synchronized moves before ending the dance break.
By this time, plenty of the audience members had already fainted from overexcitement and overstimulation. One was even twitching on the floor and foaming in the mouth but still had a big smile on her face due to the happiness of witnessing such an epic performance.
Already anticipating such alarming scenes from past experiences when Jin Chonglin and Iris Long performed on the show before, the TV program had increased the number of first aid responders stationed in the studio. The people who fainted were quickly carried away and taken care of. However, a handful of them woke up in the middle of being carried away. They fought the first aid responders who were helping them because they wanted to return to their seats in order to watch the performance until the end. The responders were speechless but didn't stop them because they wanted to finish watching the amazing performance as well.
Back on the stage, the performance had now reached climax. The projections of the fire phoenix and the flood dragon roared together before flying upwards. Then fireworks exploded around the stage as the two immortal creatures disappeared.
The stormy rain had stopped and was replaced by a gentle drizzle instead. Even the blazing flames around the stage appeared softer. Then suddenly, a rainbow projection lit up in magical sparkles just above the performers on the stage, eliciting another wave of amazed exclamations from the audience.
Jin Chonglin and Iris Long sang the final lines of the song together, their pitches lighter and sweeter, yet still sounding passionate. Their powerful and intense dance moves also transitioned into slower and smoother movements.
"My heart is in your possession
Yet I want it no other way"
Iris Long looked directly into the camera and sang her heart out, conveying the words to the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She knew that he was watching her on TV right now. Jin Chonglin sang with her but all she could think about was the older brother, Jin Liwei.
Her man, her lover, the one who always lit the passionate flames inside her.
"Filling me up completely
Just the way it's supposed to be~"
The song finally ended.
Iris lifted her wrist and kissed her LX bangle, her lips touching the engraved dragon. The diamond ring on her finger sparkled under the spotlights.
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A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international Underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

She is reborn into the body of Iris Long, a teenage pop singer, wild party girl, and spoiled brat. For the former princess of the Underworld who lived an overprotected and shackled life, this new life is a chance to finally live the life of freedom and independence that she always wanted.

Jin Liwei is the most powerful man in the country's business world. Cold and ruthless, he is someone only a few dare offend. When the infamous Iris Long, who used to chase his younger brother, wakes up from a year-long coma, his unfeeling heart moves for the first time and he falls hard for this unexpected genius girl.

She wants to fly freely and soar high beyond the sky. He wants her everything, to tie her to himself and to never let her go.

This is her journey to super stardom. This is his journey in accompanying her. Together, they will rock the world while facing many challenges.

But what will happen when she discovers that she can never escape from the shadows of her previous life? Will she still be able to live her dream life of freedom and independence? Will he be able to protect her from the dangers?

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Chapter 33
Dropping a lit match into a barrel of gasoline
 
Walking back to the sofa, Nom poured himself a glass of water, and regally sat down. He fired a round into the ceiling, and grinned for the cameras. 
"Hello!" Nom said. "My name is Nom DePlume. I'm not here just to make any old boring hostage demands of the American government. That would be useless. By now just about every law enforcement agency in the country is headed towards this studio. Undoubtedly, the Vice President, is being woken up by his Secret Service detail. I don't envy him. They won't even wait for him to put on his slippers. They will carry him to the nearest secured location to preserve the chain of command. This President's codes for initiating a nuclear attack have been deactivated, and no one will take any orders from him so long as they know I'm sitting here with a gun." Nom said pointing a thumb at the President.
"Now, before I make my full speech, I want to offer a few words of advice to Der'Mo News. I'll pepper in a demand or two. First: Anyone who comes into this studio will die, unless I invite them. Second: If you stop broadcasting, I will kill the President. Third: You will open up your feed so that any other station that wants to carry the feed live, can. I will be checking on my phone to see that you do. You have three minutes to accomplish this. After that time, I will check your 'beloved' Pigeon News plus Raptor News to ensure this is getting out. If they aren't carrying me live and unedited, I will begin executing your show hosts. One every three minutes until my demand is met." He pulled out his phone and pressed the voice command button.
"Set a timer for three minutes." He said.
With a beep, a cheery artificial female voice said: "Okay, starting!"
"Tick-tock." Nom said, waving his phone.
He pulled out his three extra phones, arranged them on the table before him and opened one live feed of each major twenty four hour news network: Der'Mo News, Pigeon News, and Raptor News. Der'Mo was live with a ten second delay. Nom glanced at the camera. 
"No, you morons! I said no editing. I can see you've got a ten second delay. Yes, I know that the internet bumps it a bit, but not this much. No delay! Pure live!"
"The screen blanked for a second and then came back with a tap of the refresh button. Nom waved a hand and, five seconds later, saw it on the screen.
"That's better." He said. 
In a matter of moments, Pigeon News had their anchor announcing breaking news. This was followed by a live feed of the Der'Mo in the Morning set. Raptor News was already live on the set before Nom opened the screen.
Nodding, Nom opened the timer app and disengaged it before the second minute had even elapsed. He set his phone back in his holster and casually threw both arms over the back of the couch. 
"So, one more matter of business then. From this angle, I can see the only entrance to the studio. It has a recessed hallway. I can see the shadows of anyone who approaches long before they would be in a position to do anything about me. As you can see, I have the ability to kill and disable a score of people. I did it faster than trained Secret Service agents can respond. Try coming in, and the President will die. That is a promise."
"Now to our main business." He said wiggling into his spot with a boyish grin. 
"For years, I have watched in mental anguish as the conservatives of my country piss on liberty. They like calling it 'freedom.' Frequently they do so from this very couch."
"They fuck decency up the ass without the curtesy of lubrication. They shun and demean intelligence, all in the name of a nonexistent sky fairy they like to call 'God.' Their conservative opposition to progress is so strong that they have no decency. They have done everything imaginable, regardless of how inhumanly evil, to stop the advancement of the human race. I am at my breaking point and have decided to act to stop their insanity."
"I have elected to announce, here in the presence of one who lost the popular vote, and yet was elected, that conservatism will no longer be tolerated."
"A few months ago, I went into the darkest of your lairs. I believe you called it Lake Church. There I killed every adult present. That is right, without exception. They are all dead. The last person who was above the age of majority died this morning. I could feel it from halfway across the country."
"I cannot say how I do this, for I do not know. I can only say why. I have the ability to kill simply with a wish. Don't believe me? Look for the survivors in my wake. You won't find any I did not intentionally spare. Look at me, sitting with a gun I don't even need, next to the President of the United States. No one is alive or able to stop me."
"I was Nom DePlume, but I am different now. Like Robert Oppenheimer and Shiva before him, 'I have become Death, the destroyer of worlds.' I am here to destroy your world, conservatives. I am here to bring you death, religious morons of the world." 
"I do not offer quarter, shy of unconditional surrender. I will grant no mercy. Humanity as you knew it, in this moment, is extinct."
"But, being an enlightened Death, I shall first explain to you the what and why that is to come."
"It is vile and disgusting the way conservative humanity destroys the very world! A world that brought us up from the primordial slime to the pinnacle of greatness. It is revolting that mental degenerates are granted liberty to breed at will, all while offering nothing of value to that very posterity."
"Now, I have been accused of being excessively loquacious, so I will dumb this down for the average moron: As of this moment, I am reaching into every human on this planet, in the air above it, in orbit, on the earth, on the seas and in them. All of you are sterile as of this moment. mate all you will, all you will get is rug burn and possibly an STD. Enough is enough."
"In case you are convinced you are simply watching a mad man, just watch. Within a few months at the most, you will see the truth in my words. I have rendered every last human gamete on this planet dead, if it resides in a living human. All that remains are those that rest in fertility banks. I suggest you don't touch those since they too will die the instant they enter the womb."
"Next, humanity is going to change, and it starts now. Effective immediately: exposing a minor to religion of any kind is a capital offence. If I learn of it, you will die. No questions, nor mercy, just an instant trip to the deity of your choice. Exposing non-consenting adults will suffer the same penalty."
"Wealth is hereby abolished. I do not abolish economics, rather I abolish the right of one human to pass on their wealth to another via inheritance and bequest. When you die, your wealth will go to the state to serve humanity, rather than greed."
"All children will be given an education regardless of the wishes of their parents. The need by the state for educated people outweigh the so-called rights of religious morons. That education will be controlled by a board of competent secular professionals, religion and cultural sensitivities will not be taken into account."
"Now if you would excuse me for a moment, America." Death said to the camera. 
"Excuse me, Mr. Secret Service agent? Yes, you, the one crawling up the hallway towards the studio. I tried to warn you. But it seems you did not listen. Oh well. So, without my even going near you or shooting you, you are going to die. Hopefully, it will help me send my little message. I wish you to have end stage radiation poisoning. You will have one minute to express the pain you feel in screams, before I silence your vocal cords."
The screams filled the studio, and Death took a moment to check his phones while passing the time. He was pleased to see that all three apps still showed him on a live feed. The screams of the agent rolled into the studio like the repeating waves of a tsunami. 
Death shook his head with a depressed resolve.
"I tried to warn you." He said. He glanced at the clock over the camera and patiently waited until the moment passed. With a sigh of relaxation, Death paralyzed the laryngeal nerve of the agent. He would be dead in a matter of hours and conscious for only a fraction of that, given how fast he was crashing.
"Now." Death said standing. 
"I have a little speech to make, but it was interrupted. Well, this does feel more real on my feet anyway." He glanced over at the monitor screen sitting by the now deceased director of photography. 
"But, I'm a bit out of frame. While I take a moment to adjust the framing on this camera, let's give the government an opportunity to reach out. I am assuming that, by this time, the cabinet has been called into an emergency session to invoke the Twenty-Fifth Amendment. No point in asking for them then. So how about the person I really want?" 
"The President may be the usual negotiator in chief for the US, but it is the Senate of the US that ratifies treaties. The US is going to need a treaty with me. So here is what I am going to do. I am giving the Senate Majority Leader five minutes to call in. If I recall correctly, there are satellite TV studios located in the Capital building. Those morons use them for their daily bull shit broadcasts. One must be set up for news broadcasters to just dial into." 
"So, Senator, Mr. Majority leader. I want you in front of such a camera on a dual broadcast with me. I'll just save time and negotiate with the man who I need to push through my treaty."
Nom pulled out his phone and activated the timer. 
"Tick tock, Senator." He said. 
"To show that I am serious, here." Nom raised the .357 SIG he had taken from the Secret Service agent, released the safety, and leveled it at Sunny Torkret. 
"Normally, I would simply use my power to kill, but I want something nice and messy to make my point." Nom fired a shot between Torkret's eyes. Shaking his hand, he lowered the weapon.
"Damn, that thing packs a kick!" Nom said. 
"Now, before America loses its collective breakfast, I am going to put something over that." 
Looking around, Nom decided on the suit coat of the agent whose gun and flak jacket he had claimed. He walked over and collected the garment. He placed it over the impressionist painting Sunny Torkret's brains were slowly dripping into. 
"Oh, I forgot the frame needs adjustment! How rude of me." Nom said.
He went over to the camera and raised it to better show him in his preferred standing position. Returning to stage, he checked the time. 
"Two minutes thirty-two seconds, Senator." Nom said to the camera.
A quivering male voice came in over a loud speaker in the ceiling. 
"Sir, this is the Control Room. Can you hear me sir?" It said
Nom nodded. 
"Yes, I can hear you. Is the Senator ready?" He asked.
"We're working on it, sir." 
"Good. Why are you wasting time talking to me then?" Nom asked.
"We're trying to set up a video link sir, but we need to get you ready. We need to send in a tech to put a mic on you and an earpiece." The voice said.
"What do you mean? Just pipe the second feed into the monitor screen here." Nom said pointing.
"We will sir, but we can't just broad cast the Senator's audio into the studio." The voice said.
Nom felt like a fool.
"Feedback." Nom said, nodding his head. "Okay. You have a legit problem there." Nom said.
Nom walked over to Tom Glopyy and pointed at his right ear.
"Can you pipe the audio into the ear piece Tom is wearing?" Nom asked.
"Yes. But we would still need the tech to wire you." The voice replied.
"No, you won't. Don't send the tech. I do not have much TV experience. However, I did do a year's internship at a radio station as a tech for the news department, and I grew up running my church's sound board. I'll manage. Is the microphone he has on still working as well?"
"It is a bit crackly after the gun shot sir, but it is sending a usable signal." 
"That's fine." Nom said. 
He pulled the ear piece from Tom Glopyy's ear and ripped open his dress shirt. The wire had been threaded through on the side, to a transmitter receiver on his belt. The microphone seemed to be wired into the same unit. 
"Is this a two-way device?" Nom asked.
"Yes." 
Nom nodded. He removed the pair and their control unit. Then he reached into his right front pocket and took out his handkerchief. Pulling the bottle of hand sanitizer from his left front pocket, he liberally soaked a small section of the cloth.
Made from mostly pure grain alcohol, it would not only clean the ear piece, but sterilize it as well. Nom took a moment to clean it and then put it in. The mic he attached to a Velcro strap where his lapel should have been. The control box was tucked into his left hip pocket. Nom pulled out his phone. 
"The Senator has twelve seconds. Control Room, can you hear me?" He asked.
"Yes." Came the reply over the speaker in the ceiling.
"Okay, how about you grow a brain, you conservative moron! Try the ear piece. I'm sure the poor people watching this are half deaf from all the feedback by now." Nom said in disgust.
"Sir, can you hear me?" Came the reply in his ear.
"Yes, I can. Can the audience hear you as well?" Nom asked.
"No, they can't." 
"Well put your audio into the mix as well. I want the world to hear whatever I hear. Is that understood?" Nom asked.
"Yes." The controller said.
"Now, is the Senator ready?" Nom asked. 
"No sir. He is being rushed to a studio, I'm being told they pulled him from the floor immediately." The controller said.
"But he's not there by my deadline?" Nom asked.
"Please sir, we are moving as fast as we can." The voice pleaded.
"Believe me, I do understand that." Nom said. 
"But as the orange idiot over there would say, life is about making deals. Well, I depend on people keeping their word when I make a deal. They depend on the same from me. I have no choice but to keep my word."
Nom raised the pistol again and shot Tom Glopyy. His head had flopped to the side when Nom removed his ear piece. The bullet entered just above the ear and painted a surrealistic Jackson Pollock onto the sofa.

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

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