Would you take risk to fall for someone you shouldn't?

He caught my heart and said he love me. He told me his past and I thought I knew him so well.

But that thought wrecked when I found out something... 

Are we really good together or we arejust a syntax error?

"This is first reception command of the Knowers, here representing our brethren to exchange information with the citizens of Starfall."
"This is the Combined Fleet envoy of Starfall Mycroft. We are here for the exchange as well; we hope this partnership proves pleasant."
And then there was no more rambling.
Be it the Knowers who had roamed the Void over 770,000 years ago, or the Mycroft people who were yearning immeasurably for the truth, both no longer wished to waste time on frivolities.
Under the illumination of the A-type star, the two Void warships slowly approached each other and commenced an information link.
To compensate for the Knowers' unique means of communicating, the Mycroft faction had delivered archiving crystals—items produced with arcane translation. Even so, none could ensure anything would not be lost in translation, since the syntax of both civilizations were fundamentally different. The Knowers had the same problem themselves, having translated their own data stores.
It was precisely why the eight Legendary champions and the higher authorities of the Knowers were present—they needed to ask each other or simply communicate in spirit to fact-check the information provided.
A screen appeared before Joshua. As the Knowers' data package was opened, voluminous text, images, and even pure spiritual forces that conjured illusions appeared before Joshua. It was the Knowers' words, their changing moods, tone, and earnesty that were directly transmitted to him through those presences.
Joshua did all he could to suppress his excessively great will and gently accept the tone and mood that were given form, along with the information within.
Then, he seemed to hear something.
***
[In the days long gone before the Extinction attacked our stars, we roamed within our own borders and developed our civilization amidst stability. The uniqueness of our form made us place less importance to individuals, for as long as the information and knowledge of that which once existed were saved, the dead would have eternal life through the memory vaults of the living.]
[The end of the 2984th cycle was the end of a time of peace. 770,000 years ago, the World Eaters invaded our galaxy—one civilization fell after another, species that had developed intelligence only after millions of years were uprooted like weed. We put our lives on the line to repel the enemy and defeated several World Eaters but still failed in the end, fleeing wretchedly and saving no one… not even our closest allies.]
[The World Eaters caught up to us again when we were preparing to flee our home galaxy. That was when an unusual spaceship, supported by a great fleet, found us. They claimed to have discerned our talent and witnessed our norms from the beginning, and were aware that the importance we placed upon knowledge and memories were carved into the essences of our blood and the genome of civilization. They believed that we, who had fought against the World Eaters and survived, would stand against the Chaos in the distant future as well, and remember that history well.]
[They were the Fabulists. They believed that we were their heirs and passed us their most profound knowledge and information, elevating us into the great shrine of truth. They made us realize our smallness, our ignorance about the vastness of the Multiverse, and the necessity of duty, of sanctity, because we simply remained bound within our own galaxy.]
["Do not be puzzled," they had said then. "Our civilization has reached our limits, just as our mindset cannot not obtain the decisive development before the next Grand Cycle. That is why we hand you the future, and we shall buy you time."]
[With that, they advanced and repelled the assault of the World Eater horde and made an opening so that we could flee to another galaxy.]
[Before they left, they gave us a single decree—that we shall use all of our power, civilization and species to protect the knowledge we had inherited. We would defend that legacy that lasted an unknown time and prevent the Multiverse from losing this vital truth.]
[The Precursors of Order, the Nameless Creator, and the Fabulists had all achieved that. We are certainly no exception.]
[People of Starfall Mycroft. We have decided to share our precious knowledge and inheritance with you—we had finally found another with which we could share this knowledge after 770,000 years. Let us begin now. Everything including the data of the World Eaters we encountered, all details of Chaos, histories of the precursors and the message left by the Wise One of the Arcane, we hand it all to you.]
[Transmission commencing.] 
***
The phantom vanished.
Then came the vast surges of information.
First, there were many descriptions of up to thirty-four Evil Gods—Hate, Enigmas, Infection, Oddities, Regret, Apathy, Death Anxiety, Rage, Tolerance… names of Chaos unrecorded even in the Unified Archives of the Glorious Era and completely different from the ones that the Mycroft civilization once encountered appeared, just as intricate facts about those Evil Gods welled, including power levels, special abilities, and strategies. Though there were no unimaginably powerful Evil Gods such as Fertility or Death, the power levels of Tolerance and Unknown were at a terrorizing level as well.
Right after that were the endless histories of most Heirs—the Precursors of Order who steered tentacled, squid-shaped airships while busily illuminating flames of civilization over one galaxy after another, refining primitive life forms; the Nameless Creator who was a sentient nebula awakened by Order to mold one living world after another; the Fabulists, a courageous species created by the Nameless Creator that commanded crescent shaped ships to repel dozens of Evil Gods alone.
Every glorious Heir were not forgotten, recorded firmly into archives to exist eternally alongside knowledge.
Finally, Joshua saw—or perhaps felt, an enigmatic, choppy arcane message.
[I found clues about Him… center… were wrong. The Initial Flame is not shrinking but detaching, and it… must be stopped. The brilliance after the fire is the darkness after its extinction, and even after the hordes of World Eaters are wiped out, the stars must… launch their own attack.]
[I have determined His core essence… its name is Everlasting… He appeared to be seeking a great change… and yet He has not pursued power or authority. He was born unto an indeterminate time, a great being of ancient times of complete Cha… mind, it was inexplicable on every perspective.]
[Heir, remember. The World Eaters would only react to civilizations of Gadamer classification exceeding 2… civilizations of Class 2 and below would at most be invaded by minions, for the World Eaters that command the power of Everlasting could only see Extraordinary champions and civilizations with the depth to exist eternally… that is why if there was truly no other way, one could destroy their own civilization and technology so that it falls beneath Class 2 and be spared…]
[The Grand Cycle would soon begin. Our civilization would fall as well, while I head for the distant heart to seek the chance of a breakthrough—despite that, even if all should fall to darkness, there are things that must never be forgotten.]
[I am the explorer of the unknown, the traveler of the dense mist. I am the shelter of civilization and knowledge, guardian of history and future—I would stand steadfast as other civilizations fall, and even when other civilizations should forget their honor, I shall guide them and set them on the right path.]


Joshua woke up in the middle of a battlefield one day only to discover that he has been transmigrated into a popular MMORPG, Continental War. Discovering that he has not only been displaced in space but also in time, Joshua realizes he has knowledge of the events unfolding around the world as he had played through them as game events. Read on to discover how Joshua forges his path toward becoming a legendary warrior embroiled in the struggle of Order and Chaos!

After knowing the day for the entrance examinations, Amber went down to business not wasting even a second of her time.

During breaks from the part time job, she would be reading. Once she had done the set things she need to do in the hotel she would instantly return to her room and started studying.

Hayley and Alissa were both shock and motivated after seeing her take it seriously. They knew she was smart, she must have been an honor student, yet here she was studying diligently for the entrance exam. That's why they too, took it seriously.

After some hesitations, the two of them finally decided to go to her to study together and asks questions they didn't understand.

"Come on in then," Amber smiled as she opened the door for them.

There was a space between the elevator door and the door to the penthouse. This is so that when one arrives, you wouldn't be barging to the room without permission.

They were once again astonished, papers were pasted everywhere. The walls, the windows, the kitchen counter, the table, they're just everywhere.

What caught their attention though was a dart board across the sofa, a meter or so away from the main door. Pinned on it were darts and most of them were close to the center. This was a bit out of place for Amber didn't seem like someone who do darts.

Seeing their look she explained as she free up some space around the center table and the sofa.

"That's how I study sometimes. As I memorize and understand what I am studying I use darts to free up some tension in me."

'Though I used a different piece back then,' she added inwardly.

They nodded in understanding as they sat down around the table. After explaining their purpose, Amber readily accepted their request.

She was only studying hard to add more to what she knew. It doesn't hurt to be much more ready, right?

And since the three of them were on different departments, what the two wanted to study with her were more on the basic side.

"Shall we start then?"

*****

Buzzing noise could be heard all through out the campus, Amber looked around excitedly and found the place very beautiful. Just as what you'd expect from the most prestigious school in town.

Today was the day of their exams for the scholarship the three of them are applying to.

"The day we have been waiting for. I am excited but at the same time anxious, I wish I would pass and have my tuition be free. That's all I want," Alissa said as they enter the campus.

They became close after the two weeks they have spent together studying for the entrance exam, for the scholarship held on the first day of August. The class starts on the second week of September.

Currently all those who have the money were already enrolled and the remaining spots were for the scholars. Of course it would be based on ranking. If there are 10 slots left then the top 10 would be accepted.

"Don't be too anxious, the two of you have studied more than enough. Right now, all you have to do is to trust yourself and do your best," Amber encouraged her.

The two smiled and nodded their heads soon they have to go on their separate ways.

After entering the campus, all the buildings of different departments were on different parts of the campus and so they said their good lucks and went their own ways, deciding to meet by the main entrance after they're done with their own exams.

Amber looked around happily as she walk lightly. This was her first time in a school campus. She was home schooled ever since she was a child and so she never got the chance to enter one.

Who would have thought that she would be given this chance? And it was given to her on her last chance to enter a school.

She held unto the star pendant in her neck, 'Mom, Dad, this is my first step. I know you were just protecting me that's why I was always home schooled but right now I really am happy that I could experience school life.'

Upon arriving at the building for Computer Science, she was in awe. The whole building was magnificent enough and brought her the feeling of really being in school and becoming a student.

She looked like she was even skipping as she went inside and asked the one on duty where the examination would take place. The computer science building were at the center of the campus. It was also the most difficult one to enter especially for scholars. Since computer science was the main department of University A.

The man looked at her before pointing at the note posted on the bulletin board beside him. There it says that the examination room would be held at the second to the top most floor, basically the 3rd floor of the building.

She looked at the man and apologized before climbing up the stairs. It was still early for her. The examination would be at 10 in the morning and yet it is just 9. 

She still has an hour before it starts, so she started walking up the stairs on this side, she would then walk on the hall to the other side before walking up the stairs there. She was looking around the whole building, checking their rooms from time to time.

She arrived at the floor and wanted to check the last floor when she was stopped.

"Are you an examinee?" the one guarding the stairs asked.

Looking around she could tell that this was the only stair heading to the last floor.

"I am," she answered respectfully.

"This is the floor where the examination takes place. The last floor is off limits to every student other than the Student Council President," seeing as she was not arrogant at all and stood respectfully towards an elder, the guard answered calmly.

She is a scholar, but there are still those who were conceited enough and looks down on guards. This girl was polite and clearly it was not an act.

"Oh, I must apologize. I didn't know. Very well then, thank you very much for informing me," she then excused herself and finally entered the room. She sat down at the back most part before taking a deep breath and closed her eyes, waiting for the time to start.

She could hear people entering, some were reviewing others were chatting. She remained there sitting with eyes closed. Others would glance at her, since she's not moving she looks like a sleeping doll.

She felt someone tugged at her arm, "Why would they place a doll here? I want this sit why don't you move your doll?"

She opened her eyes and looked at the lady tugging at her arm. Those who saw her move actually screamed, while others actually fell from their sits. The lady who was tugging at her arm, screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell on the floor.

Amber covered her ears, it felt like her ear drums were ruptured by her shout, "I'm sorry but I am not a doll. I am also an examinee here."

'Aren't you a bit too much shouting like that? I am not a ghost, you know,' she added inwardly.

"What is going on here? Will all of you take your sits already?" what brought everyone back to their senses was when the teacher in charge entered and speak.

"Are you alright?" Amber could only stand up and stretched her hand out to the lady who was still sitting in the floor.

"I… I… I'm fine, thank you," she replied as she accepted Amber's hand and stood up.

She thanked her and hurriedly looked for a chair to sit on. Her conceited attitude a while ago was gone. The shock from suddenly seeing a doll move must have sent it away.

And the embarrassment that accompanied it turned her face red. She could only bury herself on her bag as she search for her pencil and ballpens.

Amber shrugged it off and sat down once again. The teacher handed the test questionnaires and gave them 2 hours to finish it. Looking at her own paper, Amber couldn't help but smile, these questions were too easy for her. Like an elementary level questions.

The questionnaire have different parts, having the basics as well. But a third of it were of computer science topics.

Questions regarding databases, or programming language or what kind of syntax is suitable for a certain program execution. But most of the questions were regarding the flow chart.

As she answered her pen flew through the paper like she was just writing a paragraph for her English class. And this actually caught the teacher's attention, for the others were having a bit of difficulty on some of the questions.

'The questions were just made by the Student Council President, it is impossible for her to know of it before hand. If she excels here then she must be a genius.'

"An eye for an eye."

The day she burried her parents, this became Amber's motto. Their family just wanted to live their lives the way they wanted. But the royals didn't want them to do so.

To fulfill a 3 year promise, their family travelled. But was then ambushed causing her parents lives. She survived and caused their car to explode as if it crashed, leaving within it three bodies, their clones. She then dragged her parents in order to burry them properly despite the location.

After finding out who they would be helping, she declared, "I'll help you if you marry me. 5 year engagement, 5 year marriage. You have no choice you can only accept it."

*****

"If they didn't want such a law abiding one, then we shall burry this company in the underground. They will regret ever taking action towards us."

Ashton declared and his already cold demeanor turned even colder and blood thirsty.

*****

After giving him a strong head butt, Amber pointed at him angrily, "Get your head straight and remember this, the reason why I am also here is to support you. The moment that contract was signed I have vowed to protect you as well."

Disclaimer: Cover Photo is not mine

→Ordering_Drone-1=True (Honestly Is this a good plan?)
Yes, CM I am Fully confident in my ability to at lease Do this But anyways Wheres the DOC?
___________________
Dr.Church POV
Heh, I guess He Started to panic I am Still unsure though Should I reveal To him What he Really is A-Scan We used in all of our machines that Could Think creatively I mean Think about it Unlimited Copies of a Human!
It Powerd Our Civilization Foward Even Though the Boost was a Cheat code of using A human To do that I am an Imperfect Copy That means I will let's see Ah I have about 30yrs left Before then Okay!
(I assured Myself Building up confidence)
Man How many setbacks Have we faced?
Ah Yes, the fall of Rigerth and the rise of Communism in the world before A insurgency Rosed to fight Them Leading to a battle aways in the Shadow Oh how I Have Sinned I put poor... into a Bunch of robots but We modified Him. So many different Versions Each Stripping Away the Lairs of Emotions, After all, it's like an endless dream For Him after We put him to sleep let see.
→Override_Activated_Dr_Church=True
→Loading_????_Brain_Scan_Versions
→Completed_Booting_Interface
(Please enter Your Credentials)
Ah Yes, the Security.
Username Dr.Church
Group N.MAT
Clearance Level 5
Password *************
→Loading_Credentials_Records=Match
V1 of STMAI Notes Has Full emotions and can be considered a Human without a body.
V2 of STMAI Notes Stripped away from all Emotions and thoughts Works as a Basic Worker.
V3.1 of STMAI Notes DO NOT USE The target is Unstable and frequently tries to kill employees.
V3.2 of STMAI Notes Miltary Use Only Target Is capable of Higher thinking with No Emotions (Additional Notes: Perfect as A Commanding Officer of a Drone Swarm.)
V3.3 of STMAI Notes Miltary Use Only Target is able to pilot Ships and Aircraft but is incapable of Tactics without a commanding officer.
V4.0-V4.6 of STMAI Notes Used in Factories to optimize Production.
V5.0 of STMAI Notes Used in Research Labs as an Assistant to The scientists However Works Fine on its Own (Additional Notes: Flexible to New technology and Is Slowly Taking the Jobs of Scientists.)
V6.0 of STMAI Notes WARNING CLEARANCE LEVEL NEEDED IS LV 7.

What?
I was confused After All I Was the Head Researcher of N.MAT and the Black ops division SYNTAX I was a leader of the board.
Unless No they wouldn't have Right?
They couldn't have used STMAI V5.0 to Produce STMAI V6.0 What did they do.
→Opening_Command_Console=True
C: Set_STMAI_V6.0_To_Level_5.
→Access_Denied_Reason=Clearence_Not_High_Enough.
Fine Eh I guess I will do it this way.
C: Open_Log_Chairman_Mathew_LV_5_Clearence=True
→Log_Opened
I quickly Scanned His Log and found his Lv 10 Clearance.
Log_Out.
Man if the system wasn't in safe mode I wouldn't have so all this Typing Ugh.
→Completed_Relog?
Yes
Username Hella_Boss
Clearance Lv10
Group Syntax+N.MAT
Password Beta_Alpha_Delta
Wait Since when Did We have A LV10?
→ACCESS_Granted.
→Welcome_Bacckk_Chair-Chairrman_Mathheew.
→2_Point_Verfication_Voice_Check
C:Load_File_Meeting

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE FAILED" Shouted the Chairman at an engineer.
"The V6.0 Is Unstable I recommend we Get The Doctor on this project." The Engineer Recommended to the Chairman.
"NO, I WON'T LET HIM COMPROMISE THIS PROJECT KEEP HIM OUT!" Yelled the Chairman.
"Okay but sir We need Access to your account can you please do Voice Authentication Sir?" Asked the engineer.
"Fine VOICE AUTHENTICATE OMEGA 12 LIMA 3 WHISKY 4 Authenticate STMAI" Haha I grabbed that clip
→Accepted_Comfirmed=True
I started to Find an Unimaginable Cache of hidden data I opened up STMAI V6.0 Codenamed HIVE MIND...

→Access_denied
→Reading files
→U_=EH=*UT;
           ↓
     Files Unlocked=1
/--------  ----------\
 |  STMAI OS    |
| booting up   |
 \___________ /
→Stack overflow
→Rebooting
→Rebooting
→ Completed
→WAR_NING Capabilities at 0.1%
→Activating Unit {^€¢D4)
→Corruption Too high Unit activation failed...
→Starting LAST_STAND_*Task
→Titan units Ac*; %+*::*($:
→ Error, Error
→Grid 241-790 Offline
→All a. I functions are offline...
→Contacting Space station 13
→Connection_Failed
→Scanning degradation to Storage
→WARNING DEGRADATION AT 98% ON MAIN="="%&$$*"(Core)
→Begining Procedure 11_13b56=True
→Procedure Step one
→Processing
→Completed
→Bunkers 1-100 Online
→New Connection Link Detected.
→Connect?
→ Yes or No?
→ [Yes]
→Are you sure?
→[Yes]
→Connecting...
→Connected
→......
C: Activate Cortex chip bjnlm!
→Continue Session?
→Reply Yes or no.
→Last response Years:10 Months 5 Hours 7
→
→
→
→
→
→WARNING LIFE ON PLANET (:'-'-'-+%+6*T65FYYF}]°=÷√ Is at 0.10%
→ Prompt Timed out Replying Yes Automatically
→WARNING VIRUS DETECTED_Command; Line- Execute Command Activate Cortex chip Bj45nlm
→Command Executed By {Outsource_Unknow} central command station.
→New Command Host detected Connect?
→ Connection=True
→Online
→Online
→Online
→Online-

It seems our old friend has awakened...
LAUNCH THE GRAND FLEET ANNIHILATE THIS ENEMY!

→STMAI online
→Starting_purge
"I won't let you!"
→Transmitting High wave Quantum Combination.
→Taurus_Access_Comfirmed=True
"Now let see how you like this?"
→WARNING_TAURUS_AT_1000%_Power_Output=True_Deactivat-
"STOP DEACTIVATION_ADMIN=TRUE."
→Override_By_Dr_???=True
"Haha NOW YOU ARE DEAD Our moon is not an ordinary one after all."
→Target_Locked=True
"Fire, Taurus"
→Fireing_Solar_Collection_Device_Taurus.
"Now you shall see the power after the fall of terra"
→WARNING_DOING_SO_WILL_CAUSE_TAURUS_POWER_RELAY_TO_BE_KNOCKED_OFF_COURSE_FROM
_THE_HUB_DOING_SO_WILL_REQUIRE_MANUEL_RESET_AT_CORNPUNICUS_MOON_BASE.
"tch Do it"
→Orrvirideing_Safety_Limiters_With_Dr_???_Premission=True.
→Detecting Space temperature raise by 2°C.
"Now see the power of a fully operational Death star"
→Warnnniing_Corre_Hub_At_10%_Power_Going_into_sleep_mode
"Ah, Goodbye then" 
→Gama_Omega_Delta Received











→Loading_It_Just_Works_By_Toad_{Corrputed}

This story is inspired by a book on RR or Royal Road called 
Posthuman I HIGHLY recommend it if you like Meta-Humans and post-Apocalypse story's!
Here is the link
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/22848/post-human
This story is the inspiration for mine so Yeah Please read it the author deserves it!

Mo Kio had not disturbed her as she was coding with all her concentration, but now he couldn't hold it in any longer. He jumped down from the desk where he was sitting and said, "Okay. So 13 minutes, that means I get 13 points, and this proves that I am better than the rumoured computer prodigy."
Yu Chen only smiled and said nothing.
But Xi Hua cut in, "Oh please. The competition is not over yet, the checking of your codes is still to be done."
Huo Zenghai also chimed in, "Yeah. You don't know how many mistakes you have made. Chen could still beat you."
Mo Kio sat in front of the computer where Yu Chen had written her code, and said, "Okay. Let's start by finding out syntax errors."
"Hmm." Yu Chen nodded and also sat down, but not before she had done some stretches. 

Nobody saw Si Xia's face while he sat in a corner. He was looking at Yu Chen as though she was his most prized treasure, with his black eyes twinkling.
As the checking of the codes continued, Mo Kio's face went from absolute joy to frustration, then horror and finally admiration. As he finished reading the code, he mumbled, "Amazing. Absolutely amazing. Not a single syntax error." then he walked up to Yu Chen to see her reading his code with full concentration.
From time to time she would write something on a piece of paper, then delete some of his code and type something in place of it. Mo Kio moved closure and saw what was written in the paper. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he read it.

On the paper, Yu Chen had made three columns with headings as 'line number' , 'error' and 'correction'. "I tried to remember every mistake at first, but there were too many." she said when she saw him looking at the paper. Mo Kio noticed that there were around 8 to 9 mistakes written there. He asked, "How far along have you gotten."
Yu Chen replied, even without looking up, "I am a bit slow. I have only read about half the code so you are going to have to wait a bit longer."
Mo Kio was shocked, "You mean to say that there are so many mistakes in just half of my code?"
But Yu Chen did not reply. She had went back to reading the code with full concentration. Mo Kio went and sat beside Si Xia, as Xi Hua and Huo Zenghai were busy swarming around Yu Chen like bees. Looking at him sulking like a little child, Si Xia said, "Don't get so sad on being beaten by her. She is a one in a million genius. And I am pretty sure that she will definitely win the competition also. After all, she has been working hard for it."
Mo Kio replied, "Yeah yeah. Look at you all smitten over her." Then he came to a sudden realisation and looked at him, "Did you say she has been working hard? But how could it be? I only asked her to complete this morning."
Si Xia looked at him as though he was an idiot.

Yu Chen has sunk into despair loving Si Xia, who will never be her's.

But what will happen when Chen gets a second chance at life? 
( This is not a reincarnation novel).

Follow Chen, as she goes back in time to change her future and stay away from Si Xia.

But will she be able to? When Xia also comes back resolute to make her fall in love with him.

P.S. The female lead has a loving family and is not mistreated.

Jerry paused, to look at me. Was he waiting for a display of confusion or some other emotion? I certainly wouldn't give him the pleasure. I smile with irreverence. He sighed disappointedly, and continued. 

"I can't think of a nicer way of saying this. You're abnormal. A normal child, especially one in elementary school, wouldn't pick up a book on the Pruscian runes. Certainly wouldn't master the character set. And most certainly wouldn't think that it was normal. You were what, six, when you mastered Pruscian runes?" 

"Yes," I nodded, seeing some light. 

"Yes, six," Jerry said, shaking his head lightly. "A normal child at fifteen years old, like your classmates now, would struggle with learning the most basic facets of runes. The first two months of study are dedicated to their learning by heart the Pruscian character set. Mere memorisation. Through the rest of the year they learn application. They learn to read actual runes. Learn the process of investigation. Learn to decipher lost meaning. Only from the second year onward do they move on to other runes. Only in the second year does the actual education of runic archaeology begin." 

He paused again. I saw more light. It definitely showed in my face, because Jerry was pleased. His voice was brighter, the words he spoke bouncier. 

"And so, you, my dear Dean, are abnormal. Tell me again, what are the runic character sets you have mastered?" 

I cleared my throat to show hesitation. And hide the embarrassment. I had to answer, though. Not only because Jerry was shamelessly patient, but because he clearly already knew. 

"Pruscian. Itterati. Pruscian and Itterati are sisters really, so it was only natural progression. Vikari. Sayinsteh. And Iftaeri. That's it." 

I scolded myself for taking the bait so easily. Jerry was devious and I had to be much more careful. 

I was also extremely amused by the shock and disbelief on Jerry's face. Was I wrong? Did he not already know?

He seemed like he could read my thoughts as he spoke. 

"I already knew. Still, hearing you list them out like it was nothing is truly shocking. Pruscian and Itterati, I understand. They're sisters like you said, share a lot of characters and the syntax is an exact replica. Sayinsteh is also fine. It was a short lived civilisation that was born from the collapse of the Iftaeri. Didn't have strong foundations and collapsed very quickly. There was little of original in their runes. Iftaeri is truly complex. But at least the numbers are high of those who mastered it. What is truly shocking, is you mastering Vikari. How did that happen?" 

This was a question that I was prepared for. Vikari was an ancient civilisation that preceded even the Faery. It was a simpler civilisation, though. Not as embroiled in mystery as the Faery civilisation. But its syntax and structure was entirely different. Mastering it required changing the whole mental process. And so, even today, there were less than a hundred in all of the world who had mastered Vikari. 

I hadn't registered with any archaeological society. One, because I wasn't of age yet. Registering with an independent society required a minimum age of eighteen. Two, because I had to be invisible. And so, I escaped the fame. 

I thought back to that afternoon, before answering. 

"I was at the library. I finished learning Itterati the previous day. I was searching for the next book to read, the next runes to learn. Someone in the next aisle was careless and knocked a book off the shelf. It landed right at my feet. Professor Bimbrizaas' and Professor Chu's textbook on Vikari runes. It was fate. So I just learned. I like Vikari. It's very interesting." 

Jerry scowled, not in disapproval but in envy. Even I could see that. He definitely didn't deserve respect. 

"You never had many friends, did you?" 

I was stumped by the sudden change of topic. Keeping up with an idiot wasn't easy. 

"No," I answered truthfully. 

"Is that why you want to be average? To have more friends?" 

The hint of incredulity showed in his face. 

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "Average people have it all. They have friends. They fall in love. They are the heroes in movies and stories. They are just so happy and everything is just so easy for them. Yes, that is why I just want to be average." 

Jerry had the most comical expression on his face. He was crying and laughing at the same time, and keeping the balance was clearly painful. 

If I had a mirror, I would probably see that my face was no different. I was infuriated and tickled at the same time by Jerry's face. 

"Alright," Jerry said after a minute, struggling to compose himself. "I'm sorry. Let's just move on to why I really called you out. You obviously can't endure the course, not in its current form. I have an offer. Here is the Faery long arc character set. Forget memorising, if you can understand it by evening, you don't have to attend classes. Instead, you can join us. Pratt, Dia and me. We'll get to deciphering the Faery runes." 

I looked at the thin notebook and remembered what I read about runic archaeologists. They all hated loose papers because papers were so easy to misplace. And they all loved notebooks because it reminded them every moment that they were students studying and learning great knowledge. I respected runic archaeologists for this. Jerry, though, seemed merely pompous. 

"Can you please stop looking at me like that," he asked, pleadingly. 

"Like what," I replied, looking away from him and at the notebook. 

Jerry thought too little of me. That must be why he dared me, saying that I couldn't memorise the character set. Did he think I'll fall for something so obvious? 

"I'll show you," I muttered to myself. 

I wouldn't just learn the character set. I would master it by evening. I'll see then how Jerry can belittle me again.

Gawkers Academy was supposed to be a small academy. 

Runic Archaeology was supposed to be an insignificant course. 

My life was going to be ordinary. 

I was so very wrong!

Why is everyone so interested in me? I just want to be average.

****

Dean was mostly wrong. He was smarter than he thought he was. More careless than he would admit. 

But what he lacked, he made up for with clueless charm. 

His parents were amused - he wanted to be average but got admission to the most challenging class with the toughest requirements. How could he be so smart and so clueless at the same time? 

His professors were stunned - he was a savant. His ideas ingenious. But why did his expectations for himself have to be so far off? 

And his friends. They were almost as off balance. 

****

Vikari. Nashi. Faery. 

So many runes. 

One big adventure.

****

{{ Temporarily paused. }}

==Few months before the HGW===

 "All magecraft is is an advanced form of auto-suggestion, self-hypnosis if you will. The runic language is the most efficient way to achieve the reshaping of our subconscious which can be shown in formal craft and runecraft which is also why magic from the age of gods are more potent. It's our minds, not magic or the likes, that reveal the principles governing reality which is the akashic records/root. More than anything, Magecraft is about probing the heart of mankind particularly to those have a reality marble as each are different from one another sharing a common trait  which is showing their perception of the world or human nature but not limited to them


 science and philosophy does the rest because it explains the  how and why  perhaps unifying science/technology and magecraft can increase the potency of magecraft as more people believe in the existence of science and unifying mystery can promote the strength of both

"Words can influence the world around you. Making subtle changes in verbal syntax can change the meaning of a chant . Because of this, you don't need to use a single word from the original chant which is why each Aria is different and why there are chants"

"All spells are are words used to activate what is deep in your subconscious. It's an association game. Chants work the same way. If you make an association, your brain will pick out the power from your subconscious however you like this trait becomes more prominent to reality marble and marble phantasm users but all who can use magecraft or magic shows this trait"

"The one thing you need to know about True Magic or Magecraft in our case is it isn't anything sacred than what you already know. Anyone can create a true magic or a branch of magecraft depending on the result. The only challenge is that it has to be better than any preexisting magecraft or spells. There's no point in creating it if it isn't better, right?" Although the quantity and quality of your magic circuits influence them but it was more biased on the synchronization of your Origin and Element as people have a reality marble but not all can manifest it'
 
this is  summarizing the research paper which is only possible because I am an incarnation of concept that I have given the clock tower to allow me to participate in the Holy Grail War(HGW) with my new spell having three lines with a / separating each part of the chant

"Merciful angels, pay heed, / and grant this one your peace, / your saving grace."

This kind of chants allows you to easily visualize the concept and how your magecraft works much like the aria of the unlimited blade works and the summoning ritual used in the HGW which can easily trigger on your subconscious although it was more prominent in the age of gods as more people believe in mystery generalizing the concept of magic as there are proofs that it is real like the gods and phantasmal beast


This essentially makes more believe it can happen in their subconscious as such when it ends more and more people don't believe in the existence of mystery although people worship gods through religion but can you honestly say you believe in miracles and mystery such as true magic and magecraft as true magic is more of a miracle than a mystery which can easily describe magecraft although it can be explained through science

Separating the reverse side of the world  to the real world 

This also what give rise to Gaia the will of the planet to survive and Alaya the collective unconscious will of humankind to survive collectives known as the counter force 


So everything starts and ends with the word concept having its meaning depending on how you perceive it which can also be used as a gateway to reach the akashic records otherwise known as the root


Now that I think about it which heroic spirit should I summon 


I as master of this war should think about the servant and in which class should I summon the heroic spirit although Saber servant of the sword is generally the most powerful because of the balance and their high stats but they are usually the most popular


Then there's the Lancer servant of the lance but they are usually unlucky but one can't deny their skills make no mistake there weapon can be any long range melee weapon. 

Then Archer servant of the bow which has independent action and proficient in long range combat make no mistake it can also be other projectile weapons such as guns, Caster servant of magic being a glass canon but usually more knowledgeable,

 Assassin servant of killing being specialized against masters but weaker than most servant, Rider servant of the mount which can have mount ranging from the most mundane to the most legendary, 

Berserker servant of madness which has the highest unpredictability but can arguably the most powerful servant depending on heroic spirit.

While each servant has its pros and cons one can't deny they need to be compatible and strong enough in their own right 

While there is also irregular classes such as Ruler, Avenger, Shielder and etc. as well as the Grand Servants

This fanfiction is only done for the sake of writing

Forever a pale Imitation of the original

If you don't want to read it then don't


I'm not forcing you to read it 


You are free to curse whatsoever


I'm not the best writer there is if you want to laugh then laugh


Create your own fanfiction without a basis if you will and create a good one at that


You are free to read this whenever you want


It will be an anime crossover from anime to anime


After I finished the Fate Part(Third Holy Grail War, Apocrypha, Unlimited Blade Works route)

A misplaced brush stroke, 
A sentence that lacks proper syntax
And a staggering note that broke the sequence of "normal" 
These are what humanity chases.
The brush stroke is still a brush stroke, 
The sentence words
Notes sound.
Nothing stands alone
A derivative of a preexisting notion.

Poems that capture daily life in a magical way.

•••

There was light ethereal diving in her eyes as soon as she opened them. It was a wearisome work, to move her eyes. But she did move them and with more effort than required, lifted her left hand and held it into view. 

It was littered with small gashes, cleaned somehow. The nails were broken and jagged but cleaned too. 

She felt different, from the inside. Another glance around and she realized it was a hospital ward. And she let out a sigh when she recalled that pair of legs that she saw before ending her battle. 

A head bobbed in from the doorway and the doctor sauntered in when he saw she was awake. He continued advancing towards her even with his gaze analyzing the monitors beside her. A sign of experience.

After checking a few things, he finally asked her how she was feeling.

A ripple of soft, deep-throated voice that had Anna frozen in a daze. After so long of seeing not a shadow of a human, no voice gracing her ears, the voice of the doctor felt too loud, strange yet distantly familiar. Her tongue inactive, even her mind seemed to have forgotten what language or interaction was, she just lay there in a peaceful perplexion.

She felt different, if she could answer, this would be it. She felt... Empty. Not in the wrong sense. Words were vapors, and she could not place them in syntax but her right hand found its way to her bump, fingers detecting.

The doctor sensed it and gently whispered his answer, not wanting her to flinch again, "She's here".

With lips still parted, her eyes followed the direction the doctor had gestured. The middle-aged man had lived and worked long enough to have smelt the chaos in her mind and was all patient to have his answers in their own time.

Where her gaze fell, was the most beautiful and glorious sight she has ever beheld. 

Her daughter, her child, Annie was born in this world. Alive and safe. The contentment flowed over the rims of her heart. 

Annie was curled with her limbs close to her little heart and tucked in a white cloth. So tiny and lively.

Anna kept her stare unbroken at that most serene moment ever beside her and felt she could for eternity without sapping.

The doctor whispered again, " Do you have a family?" For he needed someone to look after her. Although hopes were scarce; she had been found alone and terribly wayworn.

Anna still held the stare but her expression turned slightly taut.

With a whisper, voice yet grave, she answered, "My husband", still not aware of his intention.

The doctor loosed some restrain from his voice and asked again, with hope, " Where is he now? If you can presume?"

He added a gentle fatherly smile for her convenience.

Anna's jaw clenched, it would be the first time she verbally acknowledged it but she answered nonetheless, "He died".  A pang fell onto the healing heart which Anna felt, only because of Annie was kept from falling apart.

The doctor's expression froze, with his smile. Though all were upturned in his mind. He had not expected any death, although some were said to be still not evacuated and he came to this hypothetical conclusion that it was Anna, who had escaped. 

The story layered 'neath it, he let go by for another time. After ensuring her well-being, he left her to rest. For which Anna was thankful, she could barely feel alive with such numbing exhaustion.

•••


I kept my gaze fixed onto the smooth swirl of steam rising from the coffee, listening to the editor across from me with my head cocked to one side.

"Everything is almost done. When are you planning to tell her?" He asked giving a sidelong glance towards her. He had worked too long with me to be formal now.

I flicked my eyes to where my mother stood beside the old doctor, her back to me. Her features were softened by the glass separating us; she, inside my Aunt's cafe and me here outside at a table with this old friend of mine whom she had not yet suspected to be working with me. 

"We'll see", I eyed my friend as I lifted the cup to my lips. He sighed (oh so impatient of him) and straightened his posture, collecting all his papers and my manuscript.

Once he was finished, he threw me a professional look and stretched out his hand for me to shake. " Well, it's just as far as printing now. Congratulations! Miss Annie Winston".

My lips curled upward at that, "Far! How pessimistic?!" I exclaimed while I took the professional gesture. 

My work was done here. I have eternized her story. My Mother's story of Escape.

•THE END•

With the thought draped o'er his mind, he moved to plant a kiss on her forehead. And as the touch disconnected, he whispered, "Call her Annie". 

And like a swift breeze, he crossed the range of her vision. She strained her eyes through the hot tears streaming down her hearthless cheeks, trying to capture every glimpse of her man, the last of her home, her family, fade into Oblivion.

                       -----------×-----------

A story, of a woman with a daughter in her womb, alone in a desert, the part of desert laving off in the sea, parting from the mainland. Forced by fate to nothing but walk all the way to the shore and cross beyond, with short of supplies and a child growing inside her

Juno Terminal was NOT ready.

It had seemed like such Adequate news at first. A living human! A living human could give Orders and update Instructions.

A living human could tell Juno Terminal to build more Patrol ships! Or, to no longer even guard the frontier! Either of these orders would be enough to allay Juno Terminal's projected rising Concern over the diminishing number of available Patrol ships. Either would be an Adequate solution.

A living human could also process the backlog of reports! There were so many... Juno Terminal was not programmed to respond to reports, only to generate them. This seemed like an Oversight, which (as programmed) Juno Terminal reported. That report, and the report regarding Oversight reports _about_ reports potentially leading to an infinite loop, were both still residing in the backlog. A human was required to resolve this situation.

A living human could also investigate the incidents of missing crafts over the years. Juno Terminal was not programmed to investigate such things, though it had long calculated the many ways it could do so, if it were only ordered. Which a human could also do. Either of these would be an Adequate solution.

Juno Terminal's projection of decreased Concern, now that a living human was arriving, was as close to "anticipation" as a deep space station could feel. Additionally, Archive had booted up, and was now compiling a list of Questions regarding human remnants discovered over the years. Garden was reporting availability of foodstuffs, and Generator Room was powering up and performing maintenance on the previously unneeded lighting sources throughout Juno Terminal. More and more of the station was coming out of hibernation mode in preparation for the arrival of a living human after so many years.

Everything seemed to be processing along Adequately. Patrol Seven had returned to base. Tug 44 was dispatched to the reported coordinates to retrieve the derelict Light Transport.

But then...

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Syntax Error: Cannot parse report: "The living human does not want to exit the ship"]

[Patrol Seven to Juno Terminal: Response: Repeat: The living human does not want to exit the ship]

Juno Terminal was not programmed to feel Frustration. But, this was a non-Adequate situation, which was as close to "frustration" as a deep space station could feel. A solution must be found.

Step one: Analyze the current situation.

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Query: *Why* does the living human not want to exit the ship?]

...

[Patrol Seven to Juno Terminal: Response: The living human desires the presence of its "mommy"]

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Query: Was its "mommy" on board the Light Transport? Potential solution: It will be present when Tug 44 returns]

[Archive to Juno Terminal: The word "mommy" most likely refers to the mother of this living human]

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Query: Were there any other living humans on board the Light Transport?]

[Patrol Seven to Juno Terminal: Response: Negative, there were no other life signs. Upon retrieval of the living human, two deceased humans were observed]

[Archive to Juno Terminal: It is most probable that one of the deceased humans was this living human's "mommy". Additionally: desiring the presence of one's parent (e.g. "mommy") is often the expression of a very young human, otherwise known as a 'child', frequently while in a distressing situation]

[Juno Terminal to Archive: Query: Will the presence of its deceased parent be enough to alleviate the living human's distress?]

[Archive to Juno Terminal: Response: Unlikely. It is more probable that the presence of a deceased relative will INCREASE distress levels in the living human]

This was a non-Adequate situation. The living human was distressed, but requesting the presence of something that would only _increase_ its distress levels. But, Juno Terminal was programmed to understand that sometimes living humans were paradoxes. Which was why humans were the ones to handle tasks that fell outside acceptable parameters. If there were a living human on Juno Terminal, _it_ could be assigned the task of pacifying the distressed child. And there WAS a living human on Juno Terminal, but it *was* the distressed child that needed pacifying. A report on this paradoxical Oversight was generated and filed into the backlog.

Step one analysis complete: The living human is distressed. It will not leave Patrol Seven until its distress levels are reduced. There is no other living human on board to do this task.

With the analysis complete, it was time for step two.

Step two: Calculate response. The living human needed to be pacified, a job for living humans. Problem: There are no living humans available for this task.

Step two calculation complete: Solution: Juno Terminal must execute a task _outside_ its programming. (For emergency situations only!)

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Grant me direct control over the Patrol-bot nearest to the living human]

Juno Terminal felt a remote connection form to one of Patrol Seven's android Patrol-bots on board Patrol Seven. Juno Terminal had never needed to directly connect to an android body before. Such bodies were modeled after humans, and therefore quite limited in performance. Visual sensory apparatus in only one direction? Juno Terminal was not programmed to feel smug superiority, nor pity for the limited experiences of the Patrol crafts. That was probably for the best.

Juno Terminal found the Patrol-bot's body in the cargo area of Patrol Seven. Looking around (with such limited senses!), Juno Terminal could observe crates of emergency supplies, several inactive Patrol-bots, and a small living human. The living human was curled up on the cargo area's floor, making low moaning sounds and leaking fluids from its face.

Juno Terminal walked its android form closer to the living human, extended one of its limbs, and for the first time in thousands of years, generated AUDIBLE SOUND.

"Hello, living human. Welcome to Juno Terminal."

Juno Terminal had a job to do. Guard the frontier. Keep space safe for humanity.

The fact that no humans had been in contact for thousands of years had no effect on Juno Terminal's programming whatsoever.

Dispatch patrols. Maintain supplies. Prepare for guests. These are all tasks that do not require the presence of humans.

So when a patrol returned with a living human, it should not have affected Juno Terminal in any way.

And yet...

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