cerita tentang seorang pemuda bernama Rama yang tiba-tiba tersedot kedalam dunia yang tidak ia ketahui, disana dia harus melindungi dunia untuk kembali pulang keasalnya. Bagaimanakah ia akan kembali ke dunia asalnya...

Adrestia Rhamnousia y Monteclar, a girl with a long curly hair and a soft and silky red with a touch of color pink hair and a pair of deep emerald eyes, cannot be that unusual right?
well, yes and no. she is a normal school girl who always read novels and comics and have also written some e books. but the sad part is that she's always underrated in both virtual and reality. everyone said she's a witch who killed her mom and dad, with thous kind of hair and eyes she's always discriminated, her books is her world and friend, until she turned into a character in her own story.

In the modern world where life was easily prolonged, the life of a king was the norm, and just following the system was enough to make anyone successful.

That is the current world we live in, and a boy was bored with it.

Not just him but many have the tendency at one point of life where they would get bored of it. It either may be too hard or easy for them.

Time by time, a challenge obstructs their flow of life. This may give color to their life but the opposite can still be true otherwise.

It's complicated, but what's not when dissected? People tend to look at things in general, making it seem simple.

Now back to the boy, his name is Cass and he is also bored with life like some. However, he has a unique reason why: he was too talented. 

He can pick up anything and learn it with ease. Cass is a prodigy at anything. Even in love, he has lust and needs of course, but girls will always give themselves to him as if they were cheap, this greatly turned him off.

He's charismatic, humble, and quiet. Although his looks are not on the level of a model it's enough to make any girl fall for him with his capability.

At seven years old, he already learned how to be calm and decisive, he chose to improve himself since he understood the importance of many things at a young age.

In different fields, he excelled at them. Nothing really made his life hard.

At the age of nine, he already got his first fangirl. Her name was Felicia and she would follow him everywhere, regardless of time, location, and occasion. 

But Cass would get angry at her when she takes it to the extreme, such as: following Cass to the restroom or watching him sleep, so even with her obsessiveness, she restrained herself.

And so, by the age of nine, he already got his first stalker…

When he reached thirteen, he could literally take care of himself. He can make money as easy as picking sand at a beach. Cass became independent from his parents but he really never sought riches so he took his job casually and invested here and there where he knew will be successful.

And finally, four years later, at the present time, he became humble not because he is kind but he doesn't want much attention.

His only friend was his "childhood friend", Felicia, who is, for your information, a super-rich girl. A real-life princess who gets everything she wants, everything except Cass.

However, there is one thing Cass consider a bother, being low-key wasn't looking well for him.

He was already placed on the news in his childhood a few times even without him showing live.

Even Cass couldn't control the word that got out. When the students found out they have a "celebrity" in their school who never once flaunts and lives a humble life, they already regard him as an idol.

Cass was greatly recognized by many, making him popular. They realized how quiet he is despite his capability. The girls started to notice him and easily fall for a guy like him.

As a result:

Ding ding ding*

"Cass!", by the end of the first day of being a freshman in the Grelan Academic Facility which was a home for gifted people, and also rich kids, Felicia slammed the door open to see Cass sleeping by the window.

The soft sunlight from the burrowing sun enveloped Cass's gentle figure as he slept.

Felicia held both her cheeks and wiggled as she walked, screaming in her head, 'Kyaaaahh!!!'

But after looking at Cass's sleeping face for almost five minutes, she remembered that she had something important to say.

'But should I wake him up?', Felicia doesn't want to disturb her sleeping prince.

She shook her head, "But I am a princess, I shouldn't disturb a gentleman.", she flickered her long eyebrows, looking like a fair maiden, "My only gentleman.", but soon, she disturbed the gentle scene by her eyes shining and becoming like a hungry lion:

She then jumped aggressively, "My only chance to touch him wherever I want!", disregarding all the princess-stuff.

But she was unsuccessful as her face was blocked by a palm.

"…. touch who wherever you want???", Cass woke up with his hair combed by his fingers, making him stunningly delicious and stunningly stunning!

Felicia gulped and answered, "You, of course, I would die before I plan to touch anyone else other than you.", as if her answer was proof of innocence.

The hand that was fixing his bit-messy hair became a tool to face slap himself as he sighed, ".. you don't need to answer that in a complete sentence… and please, deny it instead of answering in the first place."

"Why would I?", Felicia held Cass' hands, "But more importantly, I have something important to tell you that is important!"

"What?", Cass ignored his hand being held as if he doesn't care anymore and was inured to the princess' whimsical behavior.

"Cass, I…", Felicia greatly blushed with her cheeks burning in red, "I want you to be mine…"

A whisper that could take any man's heart in a matter of a moment.

The wind blows as spring began between these two unordinary youngsters. The story begins with romance and it ends with romance as it seems. Although many hardships will come through, these two lovers may find peace, comfort, and love with each other. They will live a merry one with their merry family with no less than twenty children living in a rural and hidden area where nobody could disturb them.

"No.", Cass strongly said while massaging his own forehead, "… and stop creating stories in your head for the twelfth time…"

Felicia pouted and shook her head in denial, "That is the future, not a story I just made up!"

"….."

The princess just smiled in confidence before changing the topic:

"And why are you sleeping in class?", Felicia wrinkled her forehead.

By then Cass showed a soft smile and his tone changed, a little.

"School is useless for me and so, I use the time to sleep to regain my energy to read."

"Then why go to school?", Felicia murmured a comment.

"After all that, it is still better than back at home."

"The last time, you said it was because the cafeteria's meals were too delicious to be ignored?", Felicia made a suspicious look.

"No, I said it was because of the free food. I am not going to waste my scholarship.", Cass smirked.

"Ohhh, the thinking of a genius. When will I ever understand you?", Felicia tried to hug Cass as if it was normal in the flow of the conversation.

But Cass stood.

But Felicia still hugged him.

But Cass… ignored it and took his backpack and a pocketbook within it.

As he exited his classroom like a tree with a persistent koala, he walked through a wide and luxurious hall unbefitting of a school but a castle.

Cass didn't complain since he knew it would be pointless and Felicia's weight was practically nothing for him.

He even felt his clothes were being bitten from time to time. Which is weird but in Felicia's defense, she couldn't help herself.

They've been together for almost eight years and the fact that they are not officially a couple or a couple at all, is definitely a weird one.

Both were weird, one that is madly in love to another that stayed resilient for eight years even after being rejected every day, and the second who is also weird if not weirder, he who can stay adamant on rejecting every man's dream girl as if it was nothing for eight years!

Both of them knew that Cass is not interested in the same sex or is turned off by Felicia. The reason for the status quo is a bit strange and complicated.

The koala popped her head out to see the serious Cass who was reading.

She asked, "So that's the book you saved energy for?"

Cass simply nodded, immersed in the book.

"Is it really better than me?"

Cass disregarded the baseless and illogical complaint.

"This is a new book I recently got in an underrated shop."

"Underrated shop… you mean Sel's Bookstore?", Felicia smiled.

Cass looked at her with suspecting eyes, "Sometimes I don't know how you were able to follow me without me knowing."

Felicia dropped down from Cass since she was getting tired from hugging. She even wiped her sweat with Cass's clothes which made her received a pinched on her cheek.

"So you went to some small store because you already read all the books in the school library?", Felicia couldn't believe her own words since the Grelan's Library has almost all the books in the country.

"Yeah, fantasy books and I am extremely choosy. There are just a few books in the library that suited my taste.", Cass smirked.

"Extremely choosy but I know you bought three books from that store.", Felicia shook her head.

"It's a trilogy…", Cass explained nonchalantly.

"What's the story about?"

"It's called The Holy Queen and it has a pretty interesting premise."

Because of the size of the school, both Cass and Felicia just reached the school gate after a quarter of an hour.

"There was once a pure girl who was chosen by the Gods to become the one who guided the people into heaven. She became the Holy Queen of the strongest kingdom and there she waits for her adulthood to officially take the role of the Holy Queen."

"…hmmm.."

"What?"

"So what's the problem of the story?"

Cass looked at the back of the book's cover and continued, "I don't know but maybe because of demons."

"… of course, demons…", Felicia nodded.

Cass sighed, he too didn't know what caught his interest in this book for him to buy the whole trilogy.

"Currently, the Holy Queen sets out her men to find the hidden demons all over her kingdom. There is one guard who was caught…."

"And?", Felicia was interested only because of Cass not in the book.

"The next page is bl-", before Cass finished his sentence, a bright light swallowed his vision unwarned.

Cass traveled unknowingly through something the mind of a human cannot fathom. His emotions whirled and his mind was on the brink of madness. It is clear that this was not suitable for a human.

But the "travel" did not take long as Cass regained back his senses feel heat surrounding his.

Sweat uncomfortable pouring all over his body. The smooth wind that comes with little things that irritate his skin. Fatigue pierced his whole body, especially on the leg.

Then his sense of hearing came back as he heard multiple footsteps on sand, heavy footsteps.

"This demon might have a trick up his sleeve. Demons don't surrender quietly."

A hoarse voice came to him and finally, his sense of sight came back. 

There he saw were metal bars that imprisoned him and behind that was the vast land of sand.

A horse neighed in front of him that took his attention.

"The Holy Queen will never be wrong that this man is a demon."

A Holy Queen, revered by the lands and one with the Heavens met the only obstacle in her life.

A key part to surviving in a supernatural world is gonna be items unless you're in a world where flesh has surpassed the strength of all the items and still there's gonna be a need for support items. So I'll roughly differentiate items into two categories, combat and support. Note that some items may fall on both categories.

Weapons
'The King of all weapons' the sword. Depending on what sword one uses, the reach can go from close range to mid range, not counting those ridiculously long swords. Most stories with Mc's having prior experience with swords like kendo would prefer long swords and most Mc's that are already overpowered would directly use a great sword single-handedly. Anyway, an extremely cliche weapon.
The spear. A decent weapon for complete beginners to use. This weapon is extremely common in war themed books, as the spear has a longer reach and can 'grow' with the character. The spear's most effective when used in groups such as soldiers or generals. People that usually aren't familiar with weapons would pick this, as one can pick up the basics extremely fast.
The AXE. Only for gigantic male characters or little lolis to use. Only the manliest man or the cutest little loli would use this overkill of a weapon. One may say that a heavy axe with a short handle is flawed. However, that is because it is an one handed axe. Anyway, the axe is an underrated weapon that has only been used a few times and have created a splash every single time.

Etc. 

  Anyway, weapons are just a small part of a characters arsenal. Another common overpowered combat item would be the BRICK. The BRICK is the single most broken item that has graced this planet. One hit and a god will fall. One tap can make it gigantic and one push can make it soar as a flying BRICK. Flexing on those lowly sword cultivators flying on their flimsy swords. Ah, sorry, abit too worked up on the BRICK. Next we have support items
Support
Item box. While not a physical item in most books, the universal most wanted item when asked before transmigration. This item would allow items to be stored in either a parallel world or be connected to some hidden place. This item box can come in many shapes and sizes, like an inventory manuel, an actual box that is summoned or just a black hole that things can be pulled out of. Optional functions consist of, auto-sorting, time stop, allowance of living things or itemising the things put in.

Transport. This could vary very much from flying swords(BRICKS) to alien ships. Depending on the situation, transport would be extremely helpful if one does not have any transport skills like teleporting or speed greater than any mode of transport.

Potions. Potions are extremely helpful whether their healing potions, strength potions, speed potions, potions to ignore pain, potions to cure poisons/curses, potions to debuff the enemy when thrown. Anyway, potion are very important as support for characters that can't heal or are out of mana/energy to heal. Potions can also help one get out of dire situations. 

Etc. (yep can't remember anymore)

So items would always be an important part of any story. Thanks.

Most likely lesser than 101 Ways but as much as I can remember

Merik's POV

I am a new hire to the Amor estate, the head of the estate, Keir Amor, personally interviewed me. I was to double as a bodyguard and a tutor for one of his two daughters, Ari or Lin. As excited as I was, I was nervous. I have heard rumors floating around the household of the terrors these two children commit. Bullying, beating, firing innocent servant. And the murder of many more slaves.
I swear, this mansion is like a never-ending, always changing maze. Seeing a maid, I quickly wave her over. "Pardon me, but I was wondering if you could point me towards the library. I'm the new tutor." I shyly rub at the back of my neck.

"Oh, of course! When I was new here these hallways seemed to be like a maze." She quickly explained how to get there.

"Thank you so much! And I swear, these halls shift around every night."

"Haha, it does seem like that. I truly hope you last longer that the other tutors thought, you're not stuck up like most other scholars."

"Thanks!" I start to walk away, pondering her words. Wait she said 'last longer than the others'. I quickly turn around, only to find an empty hallway. My informant had left.

I finally reach my destination after a little while of walk-in up and down these winding hallways. The library. Quite a beautiful place, truly underrated. The stained glass doors and countless windows cause the place to look bright and happy. Yet the layer of dust gives it an underlying lonely feel.

I walk in and sit at the least dust-covered table there is.

"Hello there, are you Sir Merik? The new tutor?"

I look down to see a little girl, no older than 3. "Why, yes. Yes, I am he. Why do you need me?"

             "You are to be my new tutor." Wait. I thought I was to teach Ari or Lin, "I am the third youngest missus of Lord Amor." 

This little girl… her aura is of a soldier that has gone through many perilous battles. An aura of a ruler; yet, it is known to many that the loneliest position of all is the ruler. 

"Alright young miss, My name is Merik, a retired knight of the Light Brigade and a scholar of Prag Academy." Yes, I graduated the nearly-impossible school of Praga as a double major. I truly am quite proud of this accomplishment. I can see the young miss perk up at the mention of Prag academy.

"Prag academy? As in the Prag Mage Academy of Praga?" 

"No, no, no. You see, I may have an attribute to earth yet my strength is not nearly enough to go through the mage academy. Instead, I used my mana to become a vitrifier. As low leveled as it is, the skill has continued to save my and other lives countless times." Oops. I talked to her as if she were older than she is, she probably doesn't know any of the words meant. I suppose this is a good learning opportunity for both of us.

Instead of tilting her head in confusion, she has an emotionless mask plastered on her face as she nods. "What is a vitrifier? I have read multiple books, yet the definition changes in each. Some say they use aura, others say they use mana."

"Vitrifiers and conjurers are similar in the way that they both use mana. Both use this mana in different ways, though." I glance down at her to see her scribbling away in her notebook, as if she were taking notes. But how could a girl, aged less than three, be taking notes when she can't even write. I glance over her shoulder to see-- to see her writing fully complete and complex sentences. 
She looks up at me, expecting me to continue. "Aura is not a synonym to mana, in the olden books it was used as such. Mana is the power the element itself holds whilst aura, we believe it to be the way one expresses their power. If a rank 3 conjurer were to use his aura on me, a rank 5 vitrifier, I would be forced to submit to the conjurer's will." The still nameless girl continues to write tirelessly in that small, leatherbound notebook of hers. 

I slap my forehead, "Oh, silly me. I forgot to answer your question. There are two ways in which one can use mana, a vitrifier and a conjurer. A vitrifier uses their mana to strengthen their body and at higher levels they may expel thus mana through their body. One example would be a rank 2 fire vitrifier expelling fire out of his hands. A conjurer uses chant to control the mana around them and shape it. A conjurer is able to use elements outside of their affinity, except that it costs more energy and a longer chant."

I still find myself being amazed at her genius. Every time I bring up a new topic, one which an adult may not yet be able to comprehend, I find that this young miss always has some interesting take on it. This small, lonely, forgotten girl is one of the strongest people I have met. If in the future I have the opportunity, I wish to become her loyal knight.

The topic of geography came up and I found out that she is quite clueless about it. "We are currently residing in Oegir continent on a chain of floating islands called Praga. These islands are held up by many artificial gravity mage machines. There is the dwarven country,  Gesmirth, to our east. This country is full of the dwarves who all have the affinity to earth and metal. They also are famous for their weapon making abilities. To our west are the elves. Not much is known about this race as they isolate themselves. We know for a fact that they have affinities to water and plants but that is the limit of our knowledge."

She looks down at the map and I see a masterful replica drawing in her notebook. 

"What is to the north of us?" She asks in a childish tone, one unbefitting of her knowledge.

"To the north are the Draconii Mountain, the most dangerous place of Oegir. There have been countless attempts to explore these mountains by  many high leveled explorers. None have returned alive."

"It's more dangerous than the Neverending Sea of Monsters?"

"Much more. At least there, we know where our enemies are. In the mountains monsters attack from below ground, from the sky, wherever you could think. It is believed that there are White leveled mana beasts up there, like dragons and such."

Pausing, she looks up at me in confusion. I can barely hold back my squeal, with her baby face, snow white hair, and ice cold eyes. If you ignore the lack of emotion in her eyes, she is the cutest thing one would ever see. "White level? Mana beast?"

I run a hand through my hair, "His do I explain this… you know how us humans are able to cultivate mana? In mana rich areas, there are beasts that are able to do this subconsciously and some elements may merge with their bodies, thus creating a mana beast. Not all beasts have merged with their mana but can still cultivate." I pause for a but as to let her scribble away all that information in her tiny little notebook. "The levels are like this; red--orange--yellow--green--aqua--blue--violet--black--silver--white. Each level has seven layers from five to one and the last level is peak. This ranking system also goes for adventurers, a mage's mana core, and aura."

"Sir Merik? May I ask what level you have reached?" Her childish voice questions.

"Hmm? Oh, I've reached third layer green. My cultivation is quite average for my age but one of my former classmates has just broken through to blue rank!" Silence falls over the study room. "Do you mind if I ask you a question Ms. Amor?"

"It depends on the question, but I will try my best to answer."

I attempt to hold in my laughter at her babyish face that is currently twisted into a dead serious face. "What is in that notebook you carry around with you everywhere?"

"Oh," She glances down longingly at the worn leather-bound notebook, "It was the gift my mother had given me last I saw her, that was years ago. I use it to write down my notes from your class and all my ideas."

"Haha, you truly are the most studious person I know. But what type of ideas do you write in there?" I wasn't lying about the studious part, this student of mine is always reading or writing in her little notebook.

She quickly flips through her notes to a drawing. I look closer and see countless gears and other little mechanisms. "You invented this?" Holy crap, I knew my doll-like student was a genius, but this is just too much! She nods and quickly flips to more inventions, many even more complex than the one I had just inspected. 

"What do they do?" Most of our lessons end up like this, where the little miss ends up teaching me something new about the subject I was supposed to teach her. I can never and will never be able to guess what's on her mind.

"The one I showed you is an engine that can power small machines, but I do have another similar one that can power larger devices." I quickly deny her offer, she then turns to a page and frowns at it.

"What does this one do?" I spot an orb like object with countless little gears, and other machinery I can't recognize.

The little girl quickly puts an even more serious expression on, a borderline solemn one. "Well, you see it isn't done yet…"

I quickly notice her reluctance to answer and reassure her, "No, no, no. You don't have to show me anything you don't want to. I should respect your privacy."

                                                                       ***Time skip***
"What about your sister?" I look down at my poor student. She has always been strong, and the sight of her crying just breaks my heart. I've only known her for a few months now but I treat her as if she were my sister by blood.

"She- she's forcing me to do her homework… and she always steals my food…" This poor girl, always forgotten and mistreated by her family. In fact, I've found that most of the people here don't know of her existence. I just can't seem to figure out why her presence has been hidden… 
I walk over to the desk carrying the little miss and glance at the tear-stained sheet on her desk. "Hmmm. You're right, this is most definitely not the homework I assigned you last night. And Ari's name is signed at the top even though it's written in your handwriting." The tiny girl snuggles deeper into my chest, "But what you said about her stealing your food…" Sighing I sit down on her bed. She truly is too thin and small for her age, in stark contrast to her pudgy sister Ari.

 "The theft is much harder to prove, but I believe in you." These words must have triggered something because the poor girl starts crying even more, drenching my clothes. After a few minutes, the sobbing subsides and I hear her even breathing. She's asleep. 

I slowly set her down and tuck her in. She actually looks like a child.

Time to get to work. I sit at her desk and start brainstorming how to bring this up to her father, Sir Keir Amor. Afterall, I have to report to him tomorrow.

Orphaned, broken, and nameless. Blood had long since stained her hands, and mind. As the first female King she is looked up to by many, but little did they know what went on behind the scenes. She no longer knew the meaning of trust, let alone friendship. Until she met him, her first true friend. And perhaps her last. 

Her own faction had broken her, but he built her back up. Only to break her again. Will she ever find peace? Will she ever find what she's looking for? Find out alongside N13, The Crimson King.

**sorry for the slow updates, I'll try to update more often now**

She was a waif of a girl.  A strong wind would blow her over.  She was supposed to save wizarding Britain.

She was destined to die .

It wasn't her.  It was this world.  Voldemort.  His minions.  They were all dialed up to ten.

There was one thing I forgot to mention.  My resets - they did't go past the Battle of Hogwarts.  I had no clue why.  I could only guess it was because she died.  Maybe fate was so tied to that one night that the magic of the artifact couldn't push passed it.  

Whether I lived or died.  Bam.  Reset.

Iris Potter.  How could I save you?

"What's this?  Pee-pee-body got a crush?" an annoying voice said.  "Hey, Potter!" he cried out at the girl across the crowded train causing her to turn from where she was about to enter the next train car alongside a bushy haired girl.

It was the end of third year.  We were just boarding the Hogwarts Express.

Damn it Malfoy, I was not creeping on a teenage girl.  I was brooding over the fate of the world here.  If only you knew how old I really was...

I was an adult.  I couldn't lower myself to his level.  

"Peabody-"

"Alarte Ascendare," I muttered causing a loud bang.  It was actually a medium level spell.  It caused a target to go flying in the air.  If used by a powerful wizard, it could make someone shoot high enough to fall and injure themselves.  At my best, I might be able to knock Malfoy's head against the train cart ceiling.

Instead I cast in on his robes causing them to shoot over his head and reveal his underwear.  Golden snitches.  And for good measure, "Reducio."  Malfoy's squawk of outrage raised an octave.

That was a very underrated spell.  

Seriously.  I made one crack about the guy and his dad, and he marked me for death.  I was nameless Hufflepuff number twelve.  No one was supposed to notice me.

The train suddenly burst into laughter.  Goyle scrambled to lower his master's robes.  Crabbe had the presence of mind to try to grab me, but I already slipped through the crowd.  I squeezed past Iris doubled over laughing and past a half-smiling, half-judging Hermione.  I immediately entered the loo.

"Hoopy," I called softy.  With a pop my house elf appeared in the sink, half falling over my face.  Just then the door opened.

I glanced over.  "Hey Cedric.  Just trying to get a little alone time here," I said.  

"Uh," Cedric said his eyes turning to saucers.  I slammed the door and locked it this time.

"Awkward.  Muffliato," I said.

"Why's master called Hoopy," Hoopy croaked in a irritable voice.  My house elf was kind of a cross between Dobby and Kreacher making for a semi-broody very crazy combination.  

"Now, Hoopy.  You know it's the end of the year, and they finished the head count.  I need you to pop me over to Knockturn alley.  But first ice cream."

"Mummy said not to be goings to Knockturn, master," Hoopy said.

"Well mummy's not here, is she?" I said in a mocking tone.  "And mummy won't be at the train station to pick me up."

Now my mom and dad definitely took the hands off approach.  Dad had the patent for a cauldron cleaning solution and spent most of the time running the business.  Not glamorous, but fairly lucrative.  Mum was a successful magical artist and traveled a lot.  

"Anyway, we can be back at the station in time for Charlie to pick us up, not that it even matters."

I would apparate there myself, but I simply lacked the magical juice.  That might actually be changing...

I had a theory for that.  That the resets sent my soul to the past.  Seeing as how magic might be tied to the soul...well.  Maybe I was getting stronger?  I still had tests to run to confirm this.  Even if I started off in the negatives, as long as I kept gaining even a little power, one day I might even catch up to Dumbledore.  

At least, I liked to tell myself that.

"Now, pop me over to Knockturn or you're getting the sock."

Hoopy shuddered in displeasure.  "You would never."  

It took some maneuvering and my hip popped, but I managed to get my now shoeless foot on the sink where I grabbed my sock.  "Try me, Hoopy.  And then no more mummy," I said in a high pitch tone.

Yeah, the house elf has a weird thing for my mom.  I choose not to dwell overly on these things.

Hoopy twisted his pillow case toga in indecision but finally gave in.

--------------------------------

I pulled the hood of my cloak lower.  Yeah, Knockturn is a lot worse than it is in the books.

"Want to play, baby," a witch said pulling back her robe to reveal some leg.  

No thanks lady.  I kept going.  "Hey, mister," a guy said reaching into his robe and revealing a potion flask.  "I've got some Odin's eye here.  Want to look into the future?  Into the past?  You can see your dreams, your soul!" the guy yelled after me as I kept walking.

At best you get mugged.  Or just propositioned.  At worse you get kidnapped and sold for potion ingredients.

Yeah, personally I didn't like coming here, but occasionally I had need to meet people with a certain moral flexibility. 

I stopped at a wall with wizarding graffiti.  It depicted an eight-eyed wolf smoking a cigarette.

"There can be only one," I said.

The wolf paused it's smoking to hock a loogy to the side.  "What's that?"

"Jerry, open up you ass hat.  It's me."

"Will?  Alright hold on," the wolf seemed to say.  In the smoke of the cigarette, a tiny door seemed to appear.  I tapped it with my wand.  The wolf opened up its mouth wide enough to devour me, and I stepped through.

Jerry Sin's Emporium - this guy was actually pretty cool.  He was American, which I was as well once upon a time, and actually a muggle-born, not that he'd let anyone know that.

I caught him making one too many pop culture references.  The real pure-bloods didn't know any better though.  The ones who did, wouldn't care in the first place.

Better yet, if you were "in" on the jokes, he gave a little discount.

Stepping through the wolf's mouth I ended up in the real store.  Hand of glory.  A legit voodoo doll.  Cursed items.  The works.  The really cool stuff was in the back though.

"Jill," I said to the clerk with a nod.  She was cute, but a little goth.  I bet she was in Slytherin.  She didn't stop me as I slipped into the back.  I knocked on the door.

It's not as if I was keyed into the wards.  Jerry and I were cool, but not that cool.  The door opened to the good stuff.

Namely, guns.  Lots of guns.

Yeah, there was definitely a market for illegally enchanted muggle items of all sorts among certain crowds.  Before anyone gets too excited, there were drawbacks.

For one thing, bullets didn't work well against magic.  A second year could throw up a protego good enough to block the bullets.  Unless it was sheer force or mass, shields could take a lot of non-magical damage.

Magical bullets were a thing, but you had to put the runes on each and every bullet, and even then the magical charge wouldn't hold up well.  Plus they were balls expensive.  

No, these guns were more commonly used for irreputables who liked having bottomless magazines for gunning down masses of muggles.  Mostly mercenary types actually.  

"What's up Will?" Jerry said.

I didn't actually buy much muggle stuff from Jerry.  Enchanted landmines might work if they took the wizards by surprise, but they were indiscriminate.  Not the kind of thing I had in mind for my next project.

"I need some instant darkness powder.  A cloak of invisibility.  Nothing fancy.  One of the 24 hour ones, will do.  And I need you to charge this," I said placing a stone about the size of a boulder on the work table.

It was already carved with runes.

Here's the thing with enchanting and runes.  Normally only one person could provide the magic for the item.  Doubling up on it might seem to make sense, but the magic kind of just didn't harmonize, and the items tended to break down.  Only really special, or really big material could take that density of magic.

Like really big ward stones.  Or maybe some super magical ingredients that I didn't exactly have access too.  I understood the rune theories, but I couldn't charge them.  At least, not on the scale I needed.

In addition, charging in increments worked, but every charge damaged the enchantment itself.  By the time I could charge a rune set to where it would be effective, the enchantment would breakdown.  

I liked Jerry because the guy was a magical hauss.  He had the sheer oomph that I needed for most of my little tricks to work.

"How much charge you need?" he asked eyeing me seriously.

"How about Dumbledore?" I said.

"Shit," he said wiping his dark brow with a rag.  "That shits going to cost you."  

It'd mean no casting for at least a week.  He'd have to save up all that magic and push it into this one rune set.  

"I need it August 24th.  I know it's kind of early to place the order, but I want it juiced it at 4pm sharp.  Throw in some tracers.  And the standard escape package"

"What kind of stuff you getting into you need that kind of power?" he said eyeing the rune work.  

"Nothing so serious, man.  I'm just going to see a quidditch game."

(Dropped) A guy finds himself in Harry Potter, but it isn't quite the world he remembers from the books.  Girl-who-lived?  Living parents?  Non-fugly Voldemort?  Even with more retries than Bill Murray and Tom Cruise combined, can he figure out the perfect run?
Edit:  I intended for this story to be 80% action and 20% comedy.  Instead, it's 20% action, 30% angst, 5% comedy and 45% plot holes.

After getting married, Wood's life changed a lot.
Now he no longer spent seven or eight hours doing sculpture work in the workshop. Instead, he was busy at home every morning or taking a walk with his wife. Then he went to the workshop in the afternoon and went home early in the evening. Neighbors near the workshop could no longer see the light that was always on at night but saw Wood's face glowing with health instead. Wood's smile became more and more vivid, and he no longer kept others a thousand miles away.
Everyone was very happy about his changes. Even North Wind felt happy too.
Of course, the reason why she was happy was different from what others thought.
Others were happy because Wood had become happier while she was happy because Wood had shown his weaknesses.
When Wood and North Wind first met, Wood was a very cautious person. He was very careful even when facing his companions from his motherland, but after getting married, he obviously relaxed a lot. His weaknesses could be seen everywhere in his ordinary life, and his behavior had changed a lot.
If North Wind wanted to kill him, he would have been dead by now.
But North Wind did not want to kill him so quickly. She was still a stranger at present and had to take advantage of Wood's relationship to take root in Pyroxene Town.
When she became very familiar with Pyroxene Town, Wood would be definitely killed by her.
But as the days went by, she became doubtful again.
Wood did not behave like a betrayer.
If he had really betrayed them, why would he live a stable life with North Wind and have no intentions of hiding somewhere?
Wasn't he afraid that his secret of betrayal would be discovered? Was he so contemptuous of North Wind?
North Wind felt very upset at present.
Being underrated was actually a good thing for spies. If the enemy belittled those spies, it was easy for the enemy to show their weaknesses and they would also make mistakes at that time. So spies were good at hiding their actual strength.
However, being looked down upon by companions would make them feel unhappy especially since Wood was North Wind's husband!
When North Wind first became a spy, she had heard about Wood's story. Wood had acted as a court bard, provoking contradictions in the royal family of the Duchy of Thunder, and successfully triggering a small-scale rebellion. He had sent the most talented son of the Grand Duke of Thunder to hell, removing the potential threat.
He had also traveled thousands of miles and crossed the entire Ancient Forest when there were many enemies following him, successfully delivering an important message from the Kingdom of Thousands of Springs. He was badly injured and almost died. Even the priest was surprised and praised him for his spirit. If not for his spirit having transcended his body, he would have died on the road.
Wood was a character worshipped by the younger generation of spies, and North Wind was no exception.
So after strict training and repeated screening, North Wind was selected to finish the task of killing Wood. She was shocked when she learned of her task before leaving.
How was this possible? Why would Wood betray them? That was impossible!
When she calmed down, she thought about it and felt a little lucky.
If Wood really had betrayed them, it would be a rare honor for her who had worshipped him before to be able to punish him in person.
Though, she did not want the glory at all.
When she arrived at Pyroxene Town and met Wood, she actually found the former trump spy had become a little weak now.
It was not that his strength had become weak; he was still very powerful. Even on the next day after he married North Wind, he had stepped into the advanced level and became a respected person who could raise his head high when going in and out of the king's court.
The "weakness" felt by North Wind was that his ability as a spy had become weak.
He was still able to gather information, but his sensitivity to information was reduced. His alertness to danger was reduced, and he gradually became less like a spy, but more like a real artist.
Those changes showed slowly after he got married. Although only a few signs had been shown, for North Wind who was good at observing, what those signs had predicted could be taken as a fact.
This Wood was not what the Wood that North Wind had imagined.
She thought she would have to match his wit and bravery, and perhaps she would even have to spare every effort to kill him. She also imagined that her mission would be easily exposed, and then she would be killed without a fight by Wood. What's more, she imagined that Wood had not betrayed them and that everything had just been a misunderstanding. What she thought about most though was that Wood had not betrayed them.
Unfortunately, all her imaginations were wrong.
Wood had really betrayed them, and he was getting weaker and weaker. He was no longer a trump spy who had a strong sensitivity and alertness.
Seeing him like this, North Wind was both happy and angry.
She was happy that her task would be easily finished. The reason why she felt angry was that she saw her idol in a degraded state.
Who was Wood? He was the best spy in the Mifata Federation and the idol of the younger generation.
How could he become so weak! How could he lose the sensitivity and alertness that a spy should have?
Being looked down upon by him who had become so weak now made her furious, and she could not help but want to roar.
Was there any reason for that? As an excellent spy who always kept a strong sensitivity and alertness, how could North Wind be looked down upon by someone who was becoming more and more careless, more and more dull and less vigilant!
Damn! What the f*ck!
But North Wind could not show her anger nor could she show any signs of her emotions.
Wood had become weak now, but that didn't mean he was really trash. On the contrary, he may regain his spirits and become as sharp as a cat, as cunning as a fox, and as fierce as a wolf at any time.
Anyway, he was still very powerful, and his past brilliant achievements lay here.
Those who dared to belittle him were either having problems with their eyes or with their brains.
North Wind's eyes and brain were normal, so she never dared to show any suspicions. She honestly acted like a younger generation spy sent to assist Wood in his work.
If Wood hadn't betrayed them, she would have been his true assistant. So she did her work very well and had no problems at all.
About half a month later, North Wind began to carry out her education career according to her original plan.
Firstly, she rented out a room and cleaned it up. At Wood's suggestion, she rounded up all the sharp wood-works in the room and wrapped them in a soft cloth in order to ensure safety.
Then she imitated a professional studio and built a much larger painting classroom. She bought a lot of simple painting materials.
When everything was ready, she began to publicize her painting classroom and invite the residents of Pyroxene Town to send their children to learn to paint.
At first, the residents of Pyroxene Town had some doubts and were worried.
Painting was such a high-end thing for the residents of Pyroxene Town, and most of them had little upper-class background. For them, "painting" was a little too far away from them.
But no parent in the world did not want their children to learn useful skills or to be able to move upward. Even if they could not enter upper-class society, it was at least good for them to learn the skills of upper-class society!
Therefore, when they learned that the cost of learning painting in North Wind's classroom was not high, they dispelled their worries and rushed to send their children to study.
Anyway, she was the wife of the great artist, Mr. Wood. Even if she was not as good as Mr. Wood, she was at least an artist.
How honorable it would be if their children were taught by a real artist!
If their children could go further to learn some real skills and become an artist in the future, that would be even better!
North Wind didn't expect so many families to send their children to her classroom. She was in a hurry to arrange everything. Fortunately, Wood was very rich, and he immediately recruited many helpers in order to avoid her making mistakes in her busy work.
"What a surprise!" After the busy start of class, North Wind sighed. "People in Pyroxene Town are so keen on letting their children learn to paint! Although my tuition fee is not high, it is not low either. Two gold coins a year; that is equivalent what an ordinary farmer can save in a whole year!"
"Two gold coins is not expensive," Wood said. "How do you feel after getting familiar with the prices of Pyroxene Town and the Northwest Republic?"
"Goods here are a little expensive," North Wind said. "Two copper coins can buy a chicken in a small federal town, and three copper coins in the Highest Tower, but four in Pyroxene Town. Will it cost five copper coins to buy a chicken in Void City?"
"You are right. It's very remote here. Most of the goods are transported through the mountains and rivers. For example, chickens and ducks, which can be raised by the residents of Pyroxene Town, are relatively cheap," Wood smiled and said. "But people here also earn a lot. With Void City as the core, the income of residents in the Northwest Republic is much higher than that in other places. For the people here, two gold coins are nothing more than the fare for the whole family to go out to Void City. If they want to eat something special there or do something interesting, they have to pay more." 
"Pyroxene Town is the second most prosperous area in the Northwest Republic. Every family here can easily take out hundreds of gold coins. Middle-income families can save such a sum of money in two or three years. So it's not an unacceptable high price for them to spend two gold coins a year to let their children learn painting."
North Wind was silent for a long time and sighed softly.
Over the past few days, she had been working hard to collect information, and she felt that she had been familiar with Pyroxene Town. The weather patterns, the residence of important people, the changing rules of the town defense soldiers, or the patrol routes of the town guards—she almost memorized it all.
But now she realized that she still needed to know more. She was only a layman in Pyroxene Town and the Northwest Republic.
Wood deserved to be one of the best spies of the Mifata Federation in recent decades. Even though he had gradually become dull and careless, his accumulated knowledge about the Northwest Republic over the years was still an amazing asset.
If he could return to the Mifata Federation, this amazing asset would belong to the Federation.
She thought about this but immediately told herself not to think fantastically.
Faced with such a strong man as Wood, she would be killed at any time if she were to get careless. It would be good for her to kill him smoothly to accomplish her task. She really couldn't think too much!
But she just couldn't help but to think about it.
A few days later, she finally could not contain herself and asked Wood if he had any plans to return to the Mifata Federation.
Wood opened his eyes wide, and his face was full of surprise. He shouted, "Is that really okay?"
"Probably it's okay... Now we have two people here, and it's okay for us to leave. As long as we don't leave for too long, it should be all right."
Wood jumped up with joy. "Great! I'll go and pack my bags! Tomorrow morning, we'll head out!"
"You haven't even thought about it yet," North Wind frowned and said. "It's not good to make hasty decisions."
"It's not a hasty decision," Wood laughed and said. "I've been thinking about going home for a long time! You just arrived here, so you don't know what I mean! For a long-term spy, homesickness is like a poison sinking deep into the bone marrow, so you can't help but think of the grass and trees in your hometown... For a time, I have dreamed of the Highest Tower, its grand main gate, its soaring tower, its southern snack shops in the living area under the Tower, and many magical apprentices entangled with grocery owners for half a day with a silver coin. I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you, I miss every tree there and even every weed!
"I remembered when I started out, my supervisor told me that this latent job might last a long time. I thought it would take about two or three years. In the twinkle of an eye, more than a decade has passed." He looked up to the sky and sighed. "More than a decade! Such a long time!"
Then why did you betray us?
North Wind didn't say that, but secretly she ridiculed him in her heart.
"I've also said in my report that I had been away from my hometown for too long and had been lurking here for too long. I suggested them to have someone take over my job, but they rejected it," Wood sighed and said. "You know, sometimes I even worry that my superiors have forgotten about me. Sometimes I even have some ridiculous ideas and think that they have destroyed my files and want me to be an honest wood-carving artist in the Northwest Republic."
Wood sat down and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I was really scared when that idea came into being. I almost wanted to throw everything away and run back to ask the truth."
"You really think too much," North Wind said.
"Yes, I think too much. I haven't been forgotten by my supervisors, it's just that my ideas and my superiors' are at odds, so I've been cold-handed." Wood laughed bitterly. "But that's okay. It's okay. I don't care about making achievements. I've done enough. I just want to return home alive, and be able to spend the rest of my life at home."
His face glowed, and his eyes lit up. "I dreamed that when I was old, I would buy a house in a small town near the Highest Tower and get a small bookstore. I would sell some travel books and other books. Then I would sit between the bookshelves every day and watch the young people walking around. I would introduce my books to them—oh, and of course, my sculptures."
North Wind looked at his cheerful appearance and sneered.
His emotions toward his hometown might be true, but for a spy who had betrayed them, these were just fantasies.
This guy probably wanted to go back to the Mifata Federation and be a double-sided spy. Ha ha... What a joke!
She lowered her head and covered her true thoughts with a smile.
　　


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When a traverser was confronted by the rules that he could never conform to, the resulting collision marks the beginning of the story of an evil god…
This is the story of a good man who transformed into a great jellyfish, then traversed his world to arrive at a world of swords and magic. His journey of searching and exploring eventually led to him remaking nature and changing the world. 

Surya was one in hundred .He is always aware of his negativities and has a way to subside it for time being .He is from economically backward family so he couldn't go for a high range bachelor's college. His father was a sports player ,working in film industry and wants to make Surya have a stable life.
Surya was always interested in indian air force ,sports ,and thing that challenge his abilities. He is always interested finding solutions in things that trouble others.
     In over batch there is a girl named Tejaswini with a character opposite to that of Surya. She was calm , simple and very inexpensive in nature  but she is also dealing with same situation with her family like Surya. 
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So if anyone fails to get selected in aviation has no choice in life . By the time we could know these things , there where a number of events that took place to destroy our future .

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