Prince Qui continued on his stories about the time that they were in the shack. The Empress Mother had been curious about her daughter's adventure outside the wall. She had asked earlier if it would be alright if she would pick some flowers. Prince Qui nodded at her and offered to hold the flowers for her. Now he had an armful of different scents that somehow wanted to attack his nose.
"I didn't think that she would complain that much," said the Empress Mother as she tore another flower by the stem. This one was in the color of her daughter's eyes, a vibrant violet.
"So do I. But I've been away for a year, I guess something changed."
To that, Empress Mother straightened up. "You think that she had been acting different?"
"It might be because of her accident," he shrugged. He was offering her information so he would be able to catch her. He was like a shark. He already sensed blood, and he was not going to stop until he found the source. "Her life must've flashed right before her eyes and thought that it was about time that she would stop taking crap from anyone, excuse my language."
"I see," Empress Mother thumbed through the soft petals. "But she hadn't been like this before?"
"She had been quiet. I rarely saw her. Well, maybe it was just because Xiaodan made a point of taking her away whenever I come into his view. There's that."  
It was a fact. Ever since they were children, that had been the scenario even when Princess Yingyue was promised to the Crown Prince. His eldest brother had been too busy following their father around in state meetings to learn more about how to run an empire, so that left the princess to hang out with Xiaodan.
"But now… she's like what?"
Prince Qui did not answer. He wanted for her to continue and she did.
"You must think that I am a bad mother," she said with slight embarrassment in her eyes. "What kind of mother doesn't know her daughter, right?"
"I'm not blaming you for that. She had been taken from you. It's completely valid. If I may ask, what did you think she would be like? After all these years?"
"I don't know, honestly," she said and Prince Qui heard the truth from her voice. "But I know that she was not supposed to be like that. But who am I to say? I never really got to know her. It's been sixteen years. A lot changed for her."
Huh, he thought. The princess was not supposed to be like that? There was something else there. He could feel it.
"I think it will be better if I know more about her before I try talking to her again. I don't know what things are making her uncomfortable now. That's why I pulled you away, because I want to know more about her from your perspective."
Prince Qui was not going to fall on those empress-y smiles. That was the kind of smile politicians give you to earn their trust. She shouldn't even try for Prince Qui was built like a human lie detector. But he humored her anyway. He wanted to dig deeper. He knew that he was going to find gold.
There was something about Princess Yingyue.
Was it possible that all this time, she had been in contact with her family? But how? And now things changed. Her family took the first chance to get here. Probably to check on her… something must've gone wrong that they would come here—right into the mouth of the lions.
Princess Yingyue also changed in his opinion.
His fingers almost made a fist. He didn't like unanswered questions. It was going to drive him mad.
Should he try asking Xiaodan? Oh but for the life of him he would hate every second of it.
"So?" Empress Mother pressed. "What's my daughter like nowadays?"
Prince Qui and Princess Yingyue had only been together for two weeks. He didn't think that he was qualified enough to be a witness of her personality. He remembered the case that the princess kept bugging him with.
"She's… determined… and smart. I've never been close to her, so I'm a bit surprised." Then he remembered their dinner with his mother. "She laughs easily." More like she laughed because he was being scolded by his mother. Then he remembered again when he slept next to her in the shack.
She's loud and complains a lot… but she is also warm… she had not been picky with the food… even though she had been forced to live in that dirty place she learned to deal with it…
"And?"
He was pulled back from his thoughts. "Hmm, that's all I can say for now. If you want to know more I can ask for Xiaodan. I'm sure he has a lot more stories to offer to you. He knows her best."
"Oh nonsense," the Empress Mother added another pile of flowers in his arms. "We've heard a lot about those two in the monthly letters. I am more interested with you and Yingyue. After all, you two are going to be together forever. I would like to be more acquainted with you. I think we will be seeing each other more often now that we are going to open the gates for our empires."
Prince Qui almost laughed. She just rubbed it back to his face—that she absolutely also hated the idea that their empires were now family and friends. "Of course. We would love to visit and our doors will always be open for you."
"Shall we?" she asked and latched on his arm. They started walking. "I better not hear anything bad from my daughter, Prince Qui. One word and we're going to trample this empire to the ground."
Ah, the threats, finally, Prince Qui smiled. "I promise you, Empress Mother, we are shaking in our boots."


Tianshi Xue was pretty sure she already died. After falling into the depths of the sea and feeling her last breath leave her body… she was sure she was going to the afterlife.

But then she woke up.

In another woman’s body.

And that body belonged to a princess.

—

Tianshi Xue was a popular model turned actress. She was known for her striking looks and not-so-good ways in the business. A lot of people admired her for the lengths she was willing to go just to be successful. But a lot of people also hated her.

She was not even surprised that someone killed her—or at least tried to. 

She woke up in the body of Princess Lin Yingyue, the daughter of the tyrant emperor from the Shānmài Empire, promised to marry the second prince of the Hépíng Empire.

But because of a sudden invasion, Tianshi Xue—now Princess Yingyue was forced to marry the man she loathed from the moment she heard his name, the notorious young general, 3rd Prince Yang Qui. 

Tianshi Xue found herself living in the palace—a place that housed more drama than the TV.

With her new body and title as a princess, Tianshi Xue was bent on trying to find the person who wanted her dead.

But on the more important note: If death was necessary for souls to transfer to another body, does that mean that the princess died also? Or did someone tried to kill her too?

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Not a historical drama/fiction. Modern monarchy. Romance. Mystery. Fantasy-ish. Dystopian-ish.

Not all stories were about their journey. Some told funny and embarrassing stories in the games, and some told the memories that were engraved in their bones.
"About the most unforgettable thing in my memory…
"What I'm going to say might not be closely related to the games that much, but I feel like I have to say it."
Most of the prior submissions were funny. When Ning Bi read this piece, the audience turned from happy to silent.
"This should be the last writing on the list and the one with the most votes," Ning Bi said.
"What is a warrior? What is the Martial Dao that we've been pursuing?"
"We've spent all our lives on it but couldn't find the answer."
"However, when I saw the old man called the Sword Saint and the swordsman called No Name…"
"When I saw the magnificent duel on the top of the Forbidden City under the full-moon night sky, I suddenly understood it."
"It represents an unbending spine!"
"It's a presence that can merge with the sky and earth and can accommodate everything in the world."
"It's a will that makes us improve ourselves continuously and surpass our previous achievements."
"This is the Martial Dao that we've been pursuing after."
"Today, I'd like to thank you for teaching us that simple combat strength is nothing. Only with iron will and unbending spine can we become real warriors and pass down the Martial Dao to future generations."
This piece was signed by Nalan Hongwu, Zong Wu, Liang Heihu… and all other warriors.
At this moment, everyone fell silent.
…
"Why do we cultivate?" Ning Bi continued.
"Eternity? Immortality? Perhaps. But even our ancestors couldn't achieve it, how can we do it? In fact, from the very beginning, I felt like it is a ridiculous method for cultivators to fool others and themselves."
"I only knew that in our cruel dog-eat-dog world, if you don't cultivate and trample others, one day, others will trample you."
"I happen to have this talent."
"If I was asked about the purpose of cultivation, my answer would be trampling more people under my feet one day."
"My mind changed when I saw those cultivators who fly on swords and ascend to the Immortal Realm and heard the shout, "I control my destiny, not the Heavens'!"
"I began to understand that our mission is searching for a way to go beyond this world… This is the Dao that our ancestors mentioned.
"Only at this moment did I truly feel that I don't have to struggle and live under others' threats. My life is mine; I'm a cultivator!"
All the cultivators fell silent in a daze.
A voice began to roar from the bottom of their hearts.
"Never give in to Heaven; never submit to fate. We're this type of cultivator!"
- On Nanhua Square in the Nanhua Faction -
- In the Royal Courtyard in Dajin -
…
Every prosperous place was broadcasting this event live.
Memories flashed in their minds. Flying on swords… Sword 23…
"Perhaps one day, martial arts might be lost as time goes by, but the people who created the martial arts and their spirit will never lose their glory despite the erosion of time."
"At this moment, perhaps we can proudly point at the world and yell, 'We are cultivators!'"
"This is the spirit and presence in our minds!"
…
"I'm an assassin."
"I once lived like a rat, hiding from people."
"I hid in the filthiest places and did the filthiest business."
"I felt lost since we had once lived in a nation full of sunshine."
"We tried to stand under the sunshine again, but the situation went against our wishes."
"I couldn't even tell people my profession since I thought it was shameful."
"But now, whenever I stood at a high point and looked down on the land like an eagle, I would want to dive down proudly and tell everyone that I'm an assassin!"
"Here, I'd like to salute to the master assassins again. By the way, we like Talon's Assassin's Creed skin very much!"
"May I ask all the assassins again; are you still lost? What's your creed and faith?!" Ning Bi almost yelled out the last sentences.
"Nothing is true; everything is permitted!"
"Fight for freedom!"
Instantly, deafening roars came from the audience!
…
They didn't settle down until a long while later.
- At this moment -
"I once thought that only people with supreme strength could be called saints. But when I reached this realm, I realized that it wasn't true."
"Now, I have changed my mind. I think that pure strength isn't enough to be called a saint, but some people are the personification of true light; they deserve this word!"
"Humility, honor, sacrifice, courage… When I saw such existences, I began to understand what honor really means."
"If someone asks me what miracles are and if I've seen one, I can proudly tell them that I saw one with my own eyes. It was a streak of light, a streak of light in the darkness."
"I will tell them with great pride that this is a miracle!"
"If there's a god that truly deserves our reverence, it's here!"
At this moment, in both the West Continent and the Continent of the Immortal Village, all the busy squares and Spiritual Spell Visual Projections were broadcasting this scene live.
"In Holy Light we believe!"
Instantly, like thunder, the roars and yells seemed to devour everything in the world!
At this moment…
"After expressing our appreciation to many things, I think…" Qingyun Fairy said, "We need to thank a person the most since it's he who brought us all this. Today is a special day because today is that person's birthday."
"Let's give him our best wishes, okay?"
"Happy birthday-!"
"Ahh-! Today's the shop owner's birthday?!" The elves, the knights from the Golden Griffin Knight Legion, and all the other people were astonished.
Then, they yelled in surprise, "Happy birthday!"
Xiaoyue almost jumped up from her seat. "Aya! They didn't tell me! You guys… I'm angry!"
Without thinking, she rushed toward the Jiuhua City Shop.
Not only the people on and off the stage and inside the shops, but the people before the livestream screens and Spiritual Spell Visual Projections yelled together. Like a tsunami, millions of people joined the chant.
Many people sat before the Spiritual Spell Visual Projections in big and small nations on the West Continent and watched the scene, not to mention those in the Continent of Immortal Relic.
At this moment, hearing the heart-felt wishes and seeing the huge cake that had suddenly appeared in the shop, Fang Qi felt like he wasn't lonely in this otherworld.
"Here, we have one saying for Mr. Fang," Ning Bi and Qingyun Fairy said together, "Don't think that you have no friends on your journey; you are well known in the world!"
In a daze, Fang Qi watched the scene and the people before him.
It had always been him who brought these people endless surprises and pleasures.
But at this moment, his heart was truly stunned and stirred for the first time.


We’ve had systems that help the MCs make pills, steal skills from legendary masters, and even be forced to show off to earn points, but what about a system that allows one to run a virtual reality internet cafe, featuring all the classic games?

Our MC awakens in a new world (Truck-kun strikes again) and finds himself with a mysterious system that allows him to run a fully self-sufficient virtual reality internet cafe! What? Opening an internet cafe in a cultivator world? You can now surf the internet, watch dramas, and play video games?!

One Emperor Warrior cried after visiting MC’s shop, “Damn, Blizzard completes my life!”
Another Yuan River Realm cultivator gasped after drinking Sprite, “What is this sorcery?” 

What else did the MC bring to the cultivator world? Come join us on this adventure as Fang Qi faces off against cultivation sects and major forces with his collection of modern treasures.

Liang Yunsheng also did not expect that Yin Qianchen would take the initiative to mention her mother's matter to her. subconsciously, she turned to look at Yin Qianchen.
When Yin Qianchen said this, his gaze was still on Tanli's tombstone. He did not turn to look at Liang Yunsheng.
Liang Yunsheng was thinking that perhaps... ... Yin Qianchen did not want to turn to face her, but.. ...
He did not know what expression he should use to say these things to her.
Yin Qianchen had never been someone who would say these things, no matter who he was talking to... ...
The reason why he suddenly mentioned this matter today was probably because of his feelings... ...
Of course, Liang Yunsheng did not want to let go of this opportunity. She hurriedly replied, "as long as you're willing to say it... I'm naturally willing to listen. "
Yin Qianchen paused for a moment He continued, "My mother is an artist... ... But she's also a person that people are ashamed of .. Mistress, she loves to paint, no... ... Or perhaps, she should use the word 'infatuated' to describe her attitude towards drawing. She fell in love with Yin Xiao, and it could also be said that she loved me. However, her love for us, when added together, might not be able to match her infatuation towards drawing .. She was lowly, arrogant, and lowly. She would not hesitate to sell her body in order to live. She was arrogant because she would not trample on her own paintings for money. She would never draw for money. In this life, she had drawn so many paintings, but in the end, she would still end up like this... "...". "..."
"everyone has their most persistent... obsession. It's probably the cause of all the stories and the source of all the twists and turns... " Liang Yunsheng sighed lightly and said indifferently ...
If everyone could learn to let go... ... It would naturally be the best. Unfortunately, success or failure, Xiao he, Xiao He. Everyone won because of their obsession, but they lost because they couldn't let go ...
"Yin Xiao really only treated my mother as a plaything, a tool to give birth, a mistress... ... But it's really pitiful. My mother has fallen in love with a man who is so many years older than her. It's possible.. .. "women are all emotional. They will always develop feelings and rely on those men who treat them well... ... Probably, they have never considered other issues."
When Liang Yunsheng heard Yin Qianchen say this, she also saw him slowly turn his face to look at her.
These words... ... She didn't know whether she should say that Yin Qianchen was implying something, but.. .. At that time, it would indeed suit their situation.
"Maybe, women are more emotional than men... so they are more easily moved and fall into pieces. " Liang Yunsheng smiled and didn't care about the meaning behind Yin Qianchen's words ...
"You must have heard that the child's birthday is the mother's Day of suffering... or rather, you should have experienced it yourself now. " Yin Qianchen lowered his head He took a deep breath and continued "At first, she was very happy when she gave birth to me... ... because in her eyes, seeing me was like seeing the crystallization of her love. But in the end, she finally went crazy and realized that she could not stand out in painting. She realized that Yin Xiao really did not love her .. She felt that the only me by her side was a burden to her... ... How much pain did she suffer to give birth to me, but if my birth had no meaning.. .. For her, it was pain... <per_0> . ."

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At the age of 18, she was forced to fall into his gentle trap.
"You have to know whose woman you are! " He pinched her delicate jaw and kissed her.
She, Liang Yunsheng, was the daughter of a commoner who had been carried wrongly. She returned to a wealthy family, but was despised by everyone. She was pushed into the arms of the evil young master Yin Qianchen, whom everyone feared.
She struggled and resisted, unwilling to become a pet that could be played with.
And this cold man only opened his arms for her. "I will let you look down on all living things and become my warmest little wife. "
[ this is the story of a little sparrow being spoiled like a Golden Phoenix. ]

Follow the footsteps of Huang Mu as he attempts to trample fate and crush the heavens.

*MC POV*

Two kilometers away from the battlefield, lucuis witnessing the war folded in front of him. His eye's sparkles because of the brilliant strategies being initiated by the Men of Lengradon Empire.

Lucuis: So they also plan to encircle the Orcs but even if it is a brillian plan, the orcs I know have the strength to trample even the strength to trample even the Cavalry Units.

He knows the stories of the Orcs capabilities back from the games he used to play when he was still on earth. The Orcs here in this world are bigger than the humans and elves and have a muscles features in their bodies. 

(AN: They have the same Features from the Orcs of Warcraft)

Lucuis: Let see If I can see one Orc status from here.

He narrowed his eyes and attempt to appraise the Orc status from the spot he was standing in.
________________________________________
[Orc Warrior Liuetenant]
Level: 32
STR: 182
AGI: 119
VIT: 189
STM: 59
INT: 48
________________________________________

Lucuis: I can't take this Orc head on, in a one-one fight. Let see how about from the Humans and Elves side.
________________________________________
[General Baratos]
Main Job: Mithril Knight
Title: Viscount
Level: 79
STR: ???
AGI: ???
VIT: ???
STM: ???
INT: ???
SKILL: Unkown
________________________________________

Lucuis: I see, my strength is still incapable to see a high-ranking level status, just like in a game. Hahahahaha!

Lucuis: How about that big guy in the Orc side, he seems to be their leader.

________________________________________
[King Urmoglakh]
Main Job: Warchief King
level: 137
STR: ????
AGI: ???
VIT: ????
STM: ???
INT: ???
SKILL: Unknown
________________________________________

Lucuis: Whaaat the fuck? This is guy is pretty strong! The army of men and elves will be defeated because of this guy.

He decided to watch the war the silently and if the situation become dangerous for him to stay then he will quickly retreat for a safer place.

.................
Marquis Frederick POV*

In the midst of the war, all of the forces of both armies are currently engage to one another. Suddenly the leader of the Empire's army stop fighting and shock came to his face.

Marquis Frederick: How come that guy is here! shit! we're doom! hey Captain folis! Tell the men to retreat!!!

That's right the Marquis didn't expect the king of the Orcs in this battlefield. He only expected that one of the Orc clan leaders is the one leading the Orc army. He can't take King Urmoglakh in a one-one battle, but King Urmoglakh have the strength to wipe out the Empire's army.

Marquis Frederick: All men Retreat!!!! Retreat to Town of Terreria!!!

The Marquis shout to all soldiers of the empire to retreat to the nereast Town of Terreria. He didn't immediately retreat but he gallop his horse and trying to find General Veronica. After Galloping his horse to find General Veronica he soon find her.

Marquis Frederick: General Veronica! Gather all your units and go to Sanmar Fortress and tell General that we need reinforcement!! The rendezvous point is the Town of Terreria!!!

General Veronica: How about you sir!!??

Marquis Frederick: We will try to fortify the Town of Terreria I expect them to siege it in three days time! Go now and tell them that they need to be there in three days!!!!! Take the Forest of Evendel to shorten your trip!!

General Veronica: YES SIR!!

Marquis Frederick: May Celtheus Bless you in your path.

........
MC POV*

Lucuis: Wise Decision for them to retreat they can't take the king of the Orcs with this small forces. Its also time for me to run away from here. Hehehe someday I will hunt you King Urmoglakh of the Orc Kingdom hehehehe how much exp will I receive when I kill you? HAHAHAHAHA!

He put the Orc King into his list of Top-To-Kill in the future. Lucuis also decided to get away from this chaotic battlefield. 

A middle rank officer of the Philippine army Captain Reynaldo T. Baltazaar got ambush by the terrorist group called Abusayaf while He and his men patrolling the area. 

He likes to play online and offline games in his laptop for his past time. He also likes to read some Japanese novel and manga.

His longtime wish is to transfer to another world where monster and magic exists.

What will he do now that he got his longtime wish?

They don't like for us to go out much.
I escape more than the others because something deep and primal leads me to the outskirts, calling me like some bellowing signal.
Searching is for seekers, and I've never been a seeker.
I only want to enjoy the time I have left in this world, you know?
Here today, gone tomorrow.
And if sunlight is the only problem, the terror against my skin, as some would have us believe, then I suppose I could roam these hallowed woods just as well in moonlight.
It isn't all too bad though. I don't wish to lead astray. The menfolk here are quite loving, quite doting. I suppose they  consider our demise regularly. They know how very little time we have upon this Earth.
And so the men do all the work, really.
If it were up to them, we'd all just sit and widdle. I've heard stories from the elders that women used to cook and clean and sort the clothes. I think such a world sounds absolutely fascinating! I'd love to have a purpose other than death.
Why keep a rose only to trample it?
I know the reason as well as they—we must prepare for a healthy child. Though we may die, the child will need strength for this world—especially if it be not a girl.
They say the men live at least twice as long as we, although they have a much harder life. Half will die outside the village scavenging for wood or battling the creatures. Monsters, some would say, on account of the deaths they bring, and yet we take as much from them as they from us. So, it can't be the death toll to blame.
I suppose they call them monsters because they don't well understand them.
I suppose I must be a monster then. I've never understood myself.
Diary, I must confess, it truly brings me shame to write that I would like to live a longer life. Why must we leave so soon, so young?
I know the answers...
At least I am able to make the sacrifice.
Here comes old Tibrantha now, that barren old crone. She's walking up the path toward the village, as if we can't see her.
I wonder how it feels to live a life as long as hers. With barren womb, her time of sacrifice did never come and so she left, they say. The women still tell stories of her weeping and wailing sounds. Every Hagspfel, they say, while the rest of us celebrate, Tibrantha weeps and wails.
Curious, isn't it? Weeping over life? The chance she never got to die? But I couldn't imagine feeling any different.

To be a sacrifice is to have purpose.
What is her purpose, then? Poor Tibrantha, my heart weeps for you!
I pray that I have twins, Tibrantha, and dedicate one to you. After all, you're really just the same as we, only a bit luckier and unluckier all at once.
Dearest Tibrantha, dear.

As I child I was weak and almost always sick. My father was worried about me, my mother would shed tears every time I was confined to my bed, I would be dragged away from the brink of death every time and fear the next time. I would sit in front the window and watch the rest of the children from the village play- I would envy them for having a normal childhood while on the other hand there was I, who couldn't walk without some kind of support. I was a small child for my age, weak with all my bones showing. My skin was much pale than the others. I was rarely allowed to go out and that too not without lack of supervision. I would often get sick and  was restricted to my bed due to cold weather so I was rarely let out of my house. It made me into an introvert, I would get anxious when surrounded by others- I would stammer and holding a conversation was the hardest thing. I would get insecure of my looks and the fact that I was different.
But as I grew up I learned to live with my differences and my insecurities. I learned the fact that life is not about the differences we created among ourselves but the battles we all fight. I was just living a shadow of what was supposed to be life. The life that I was going to see was far from what I wanted to have all because of that one man who would love me and torment me at the same time. Erick- He wasn't a devil because calling him devil would be like insulting the devil. He was worst than that and way above with his insanity and love for unnecessary blood spillage. 
Being with him made me feel as if death was far better than the life that he bestowed upon me- there wasn't a single thing that I would want and wish for and he wouldn't give me. But All the wealth of the world wouldn't be enough for the pain that he gave me. 
The will to have me all to himself made him blind as to my feelings and my worth. To him I was nothing but an article that he felt the need to posses. 
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As a child my dad would tell me stories to console me when every I was sick- his stories made me  feel better. Every night I would wait for him to return from the neighboring village , eat his food and tuck me to bed. He would tell me stories about the war between the humans and the creatures. He would tell me about the struggles of the humans who were fighting everyday. He said that he feared that someday they would come for us too and that day is the day when we all will be forced to escape and leave everything that we build behind. Being the sheltered child who was both naïve and inexperienced I would take my father's words lightly. I would think that these talks were just one of the many stories my father told me as I drifted to sleep. 
I took his words lightly, hidden under the warmth of my favorite  teddy bears printed blanket I thought the world was as warm and small like my blanket but the world was cold and dark- it was a place where a overprotected person couldn't survive if let out of the vicinity of her home. I was made molded into a trusting submissive child who trusted her parents as a  little girl  and than the monster as she grew into a woman. However I was told to accept whatever I got and however I got but the pain that was inflicted mentally, physically and in my soul was itched to it like a ink that wouldn't fade away- it was as if I was  branded with the hot iron like an animal of his name - as mush as it was humiliating I accepted the ill treatment silently. 
But looking back at the treatment now I felt disgusted to core, I was ashamed of what I was, a weakling for certain who had no pride, as she let her abusive partner trample her dignity over and over and yet she is not able to get out of that abusive relationship because she is too scared to defy herself. Women like me knows the best that their relationships are nothing short of toxic and abusive, they are very well aware that they should get out of such relationships. they can find people who will cherish them but they are too unconfident in   oneself. The abuse goes on for a long time period , they make and break their minds several time to leave those abusers behind but the false and unrealistic hope that their partners will change for the better maybe not today but someday make them forget that they are human and can break easily. Many of these women die with that hope still clung to them until the last straw and when that straw is broken so it their thread of life. But there are others whom we call survivors who finally learn to take a stand for themselves and make it out alive if not unharmed and some of them live with those painful memories that are like nightmares keeping them awake every single day with the fear that they are still trapped. They hallucinates that they are still stuck with their abusers until those memories make them vulnerable and to forget that pain that is still so vivid they start finding ways to make it all go away. 
I found my solace and my strength in the very secret that my father had hidden from me forever and was able to break out of that golden cage he created for me. A cage with every comfort is a cage because it's not just that cage but a hallucination that is far from truth and that too is what keeps you caged like a bird.

" I thought I could learn to love you- I really wanted to. But all you did was use and abuse me- you treated me like one of those women you will sleep with and the next day their dignity was mare trophy showcased to the world. You told me again and again that I was the only one for you. But efforts and love was what you were lacking and I like a blind fool followed you to every corner of the world even to death hoping every single day you will learn to respect me back but I was delusional lovesick fool."

He clasped her hands tightly in his- adamant to plead with her to give him a chance. He promised himself he would make it up to her and prove that her love had changed him for the better. He was desperate because the very thought that this was the last chance he had with her made him fearful, just the thought of losing her made his heart ache but his pleadings, tears and wailing proved to be futile as she walked away. He watched her step away from him even when he tried to hold onto her, his hands were freezing cold due to the snow. His tears wouldn't stop and his voice had gone hoarse . His cries falling on deaf ears and not ones did she look back at him as she went further and out of sight.
He was left there in the cold stormy night. His wail breaking the peace of the night. But he knew she gave up on him. He knew he lost her forever-

"Farewell my sweet love- till we meet again. I promise to make you exclusively mine."

Ain was having a Good day in the wilderness hunting for her town and scaring any insiders but she never expected said intruder to hit her with a liquid that stung her so hard it knocked her out cold. She had expected it to be a dream to only meet the face of the Demons themselves. The Fucking thing wore their clothes, their armor, and their Colors. The stories around them were grotesque as they would **** and pillage villages to make more of their kin into the physical plane of existence.

She spat at the fucker... Well, she would have had it not for the fact she was screaming at the thing profanities and all until she was silenced by a shadowy blade that landed in between her legs. She would have pissed herself had it not for her almost sniveling and cowering like a newborn baby. 

Ain saw the shadowy figures next to the Demon itself. Had it been its kin walking in between existences? Oh By the Brothers, Was she the medium for its kind? The sow for these monsters. She screamed. She screamed Bloody Murder only to be silenced by the Demon's hands covering her mouth.

The dim light that the fire had warranted them was enough for her to see the Electric blue eyes that seemed to glow. The demon made a gesture, a gesture to silence herself as he readied his Large sword. 

The Silence of the forest spoke volumes of what would come. 

Another Demon?

From the Forest burst out a Large Black bear with a large green crystal that was embedded on its back. It was as tall as the trees seeing how it managed to trample most of them in its wake. 

" A Diara." Bears whose bodies rivaled that of diamonds were considered as boss monsters, Alpha Predators, at least in the Beir Forest. Had it sensed the danger?

It roared and the Demon she was with simply chuckled as Two Of its shadowy kin had cut the beast down. She had watched as it sliced the beast's arm in one go cleaving the beast's appendage clean before decapitating it completely. 

"Demon." was all Ain had said before fainting once more.
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Galaharus had his Shadow kin cut the hide of the beast and take its crystal for when he reaches the lady's town. It would not be beyond them to have wards that react to her blood so having her with him will work as a Ticket into the locale.

"Child?" A Motherly voice echoed into his mind." Apologies for having to carry the burden of our Blood had I've been present I would have carried it with you."

Yes, his bloodline. The von Abbyson blood had been cursed from the beginning early generations had no will whatsoever yet they excelled in combat and assassinations. Galaharus being one they believed to be the new generation had more than one perk. That being the Gifting of his Will and Emotions along with him being the host for the souls of his fallen kin. It was manageable, to say the least, but it does turn into a mess when it came to the trains of thought and clouding his judgement at times. For now he has to fulfill his vow of restoring his Bloodline Oddly enough when the Souls of his kin are stored in his mindscape they gain personalities as well ignoring the Bastards inside his mind who say to pillage and ****.

Why?

 


Galaharus von Abbyson was born and raised in a family of noblemen and Women whose lives were used in accordance to their liege, a sadistic duke, as they were beings that had no wills or emotions whatsoever. He was the same as anyone in the bloodline until he was fourteen years of age as his mind became as sharp as the blades he trained with, his will became indomitable, and his durability would rival that of castle walls the catch was he had to suppress multiple memories to keep himself sane as the price of sentience was he carried every one of his bloodline's memories. As Another falls each of the consciousness felt more of a tragedy as each deceased generation imbue themselves into his psyche.

He had slain the Duke in cold blood at age twenty-five in a blind rage as the last of his bloodline was used by the duke to satisfy their Carnal desires with this development he has sealed his Desire for His Bloodline's restoration and freedom summoning two corporeal beings masked in dark shadows ripping the pig apart. Galaharus now wanders the land as a warrior with no Master nor a title on his name searching for ways to appease the dead that plague and live in his mind and memories. A Sellsword of sorts.

There it is! Of course there are gods on this world! Perhaps they are responsible for the current state I´m in? Waitwaitwait... that can´t be it... there shouldn´t be a reason for this worlds gods to reincarnate a person like me from another world... so... WHY? Is it technologie? I doubt that since I´m not a very knowlegdeable person in this regard... If i were a god and wanted to introduce better technology into my world I would reincarnate someone like Stephen Harkins - since he would definetly enjoy a new life... perhaps? Or someone like....uhm what was his name again? The guy who wanted to create catgirls... that one... Or someone who actually tried to live like them, since there are many people who post videos on the Internet. So probably not because of my *cough* knowlegde. So why...

Well there is the possibility, that it wasn´t them. Since I don´t know anything about them it is hard to think of anything... I know mom did sing about a few legends here and there, but it was mostlly about guys beating the crap out of other guys and getting girls or about how weak the little people are. But some did mention legends about chosen heroes and the like. It´s basically the same storyline just with gods involved. Which god was it again? D...Dom..... Domhain? Yes! Domhain... was it the god of the earth?
Let´s just ask mom about it... I´m sure she can sing me a song about the greatness of the gods or something like that.
Before I knew it my feets had already carried me from the trainingplace in the middle of the village to hut near the forest at the very egde of the village. Compared to the other huts around here it is a lot bigger even though only I and my mom live here. Mom told me that the greater the warrior the bigger the house the village will give them and they will live further away from the center. It seems my mother is quite strong herself and the only one who could beat her was that bearhole apparently. I can imagine the hopes and dreams of the village for a strong and big child, but they got me. I´m far too small even for a normal kid not to mention the kid of the greatest warriors.
.
.
.
I´m really glad my mother did keep me.
Did you know? In ancient greek there was a militaristic citystate called sparta. When a disabled child was born they threw the kid of the cliff. It wouldn´t be strange if something similar would be done here, too. They really appreciate strenght and me? I should be everything they despise. I probably look more like one of those small people and let me tell you they normally get punched, which in most cases means death for them. The only saving grace I have is mom. She is well respected in the village and I know she did beat the crap out of some of them.

"You are back, Arn?"
I got yanked out of my thoughts, when my name got called. I looked up and saw the gentle smiling face of my mother. I could feel  a smile creeping up on my face. It is hard to resist a beautiful smile, even if the smiling woman is more than double my size. I really admired strong woman even in my past live. I myself wasn´t that strong bec.... wait! Is that why I was single? I wasn´t strong enough? Stop! Enough of that!
"Yes, mom. I am back." I let out a worn out sigh and watched my mother doing her weaving work.
My mom chuckled.
"I know what you think now. I can remember my first time listening to my teacher. He told some truly great and tall stories how he defeated foes and monsters. I got realy inspired from them, right?"
I could almost see the reflection of her sparkling eyes illuminating her weaving work.
"Yeah..."
Should I tell her how boring those stories were?
"Let me guess..."
She excitedly continued
"Your teacher told you how he punched all manner of enemies to death, right? But let me tell you, you can´t simply punch everything to death. Sometimes you have to kick, too!"
She turned around and looked at me expectantly, but her excited face soon crumbled as she didn´t see the ame excitement on my face. And her face became filled with worry.
"Arn... what is wrong?"
Seeing the worry in my mothers eye I could only look down in embarrassment.
"Sorry, mom. I can´t get the same excitement from those stories as the other kids and you obviously do..."
She stroke my head with her big hands and when I looked up I could see a smile on her face painted with a little bit of sadness.
"You know..."
She started hesistantly.
"There is always the possibility of solely a collector and crafter."
I looked at her to try and find hidden diapointment in her, but the only thing I could feel from her was sadness.
"But even our crafters know how to fight and often enought they have to fend of animals or worse. I know it can be hard, but knowing how to fight is necessary."
I stod up and tried hugging her. She reflexively picked me up and returned my hug.
"I know, mom. I know..."
My voice cracked a bit at the end. I couldn´t stand the sadness in her eyes and I almost wanted to aske her why she was so sad about me not liking fighting, but I knew better. In the end she was one of the greatest warriors of this village.
Mom let out a heavy sigh.
"Even if you want to become a crafter, you still need the blessing of Doite. Only people blessed by him can become crafters. It has always been that way. You can never know, what plan the gods have for anyone of us."
Her words reminded me: The priest said: God has a plan for everyone of us. and the devil answered: I know! But why does everyone think it is a good one? And the pastor smiled.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
Why did you keep me?
Yeah, right... not gonna ask that! That would simply pain me and probably her, too.
"Can you tell me a story about the gods?"
"Sure."
With her voice I could feel her smile returning to her face.
"But first..."
And her tone became strict.
"...we train as long as Doites great light shines. Fom today onwards we will train in the day and in the evening I will tell you about the gods."
She put me down and ruffled my hair.
"Let´s start with running a..."
"Again?"
I interrupted her.
"Yes, no matter what running is a great way to trample your opponent! AND it can even destroy houses and buildings!"
Her eyes sparkled again. Probably excited to get to train with her daughter. I sighed and followed her outside. I don´t dislike training... but running is too monotonous. Well beats the alternative of geting beaten up.
"Let´s start! First one to stop cooks dinner!"
Wait, what? I take that back!

"Reincarnation is a mysterious and wonderful thing, isn´t it?" 
The old professor took a sip from his tea. Looking at his colleague in the opposite seat. 
"Just imagine the possibilities!"
He spread his arms wide to indicate all the possibilities.
"I am."
His colleague answered sourly.
"Let us assume that there is the thing called reincarnation. Then it must be a blessing for us not to remember our past lives."
"Why do you say that? Just imagine If I had all the knowledge of my previous life or lives wouldn´t I be almost all-knowing?"
The man smiled imagining having all the knowledge he couldn´t acquire in his lifetime.
The other man just shook his head
"You, my friend are far too greedy. Just imagining what would happen to a person remembering his past lives fills me with dread and pity. We are lucky not to remember anything if reincarnation is real.
Thank God, that this does not happen."


Hello there! Writer here. 
That one above is actually not part of the story, but when I thought about what the story is about that just pooped into my head. It is what this story is going for.
Please give me a notice if that´s not how I was supposed to do it.

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