The Dust of Super Dimension Wars has fallen, but that does not mean we should forget what has been done in such cruelty, and why the Red Roses shall bloom as a guardian of New World Order. As a one woman faces the ruins of the world and tries to take a revenge aggainst a person, who was reponsible for using World Merging Art.
Based on quizzes and stories published on SameQuizy website.

The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself.
Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language.
Enjoy!

The three lights of the triangle merged to become a swirling grey color. When you looked at the symbol from one side, the grey color shifted to black, and if you looked from the other side, the grey turned white.
The triangle seemed to pulse with that mystic grey. The color stained Han Meng'er's power grey, as well.
Han Sen could sense a frightening presence radiating from the power, and it seemed as if all that energy was going to explode.
Han Meng'er held the Bible comfortably in one hand, as if she hadn't noticed any of the power surging around her. Her other hand flicked through the Bible's pages. From what Han Sen could see, there were many images and sections of text within. It was like he was watching a 3D movie flicker past on the pages.
Although Han Sen couldn't open the book himself, he had no trouble seeing the book's content now that someone else had opened it.
The images were so impressive that they made Han Sen feel like he was watching a supernova. The universe began; the universe was destroyed. Life was started; life was ended.
"Born from the Destroyed. Live for the Destroyed. Survival is the Destroyed." Han Sen examined the first line of the Destroyed Bible.
The Destroyed Bible was a deified treasure, a holy book of the Destroyed race. It recorded the practices of their alpha's geno arts, his experiences, and the understandings he had come to throughout his entire lifetime.
As Han Sen read the Destroyed Bible, it was like he could hear the Destroyed Alpha explaining geno arts. He could see the true meaning of it all.
Han Sen was delighted. Destroyed geno arts required the user to possess all three powers, but Han Sen did not have chaos power. Because of this, he lacked the ability to cast Destroyed powers.
But the Destroyed Alpha's explanations clarified a whole host of things and filled Han Sen with inspiration. He was able to understand Break Six Skies much more deeply because of it.
The Destroyed were a part of the Breakskies, and they even claimed to be the royalty of that ancient race. No matter what the case might have been, the geno arts the Destroyed alpha left behind had a connection with Break Six Skies.
The things Han Sen had learned from the Destroyed geno arts gave him a vat of additional knowledge that he could apply to Break Six Skies.
Han Sen had been stuck in the first tier of Break Six Skies. Now he was able to understand more. Proficiency with the geno art allowed access to the second tier. And as he learned more, he would be able to keep climbing.
Break Six Skies was not a technique that could be practiced to gain greater strength. It forced a student to teach themselves to utilize their powers more effectively. However, progressing with the art required a lot of understanding and knowledge.
As he studied Break Six Skies, Han Sen sometimes felt like an ancient swordsman trying to understand how bombs were made.
The geno art required understanding rather than raw strength. If a student understood how the geno art's powers worked, then they could control the power and unleash its full potential. And that was more than enough.
Whether the practitioner was a Baron or a deified elite, they could still access all tiers of Break Six Skies. The level of power output would be the only difference between the skill being used by someone weak and someone strong; the techniques themselves would remain unchanged.
Low level Nobles did not really understand that power, though. It was difficult for them to make use of Break Six Skies.
Han Sen was still in the beginning phases of learning these techniques. Or at least, he had been. By reading the Destroyed Bible, he was able to understand more about how its power worked. Break Six Skies improved greatly in a short amount of time.
By merely watching as Han Meng'er flipped through the Destroyed Bible, Han Sen's Break Six Skies was able to progress and reach the third tier.
As the content of the Destroyed Bible was revealed, the grey power seeped into Han Meng'er's body. She stared at the Destroyed Bible with an unreadable expression. The Destroyed Bible began to morph in her hands. Not long after, the Destroyed Bible had transformed into a grey arrow. The grey Destroyed power sank into her hands and subsided.
If Han Sen hadn't actually watched it happen, he never would have believed that the stone arrow she now possessed was actually the Destroyed Bible. He couldn't detect even a trace of Destroyed power radiating from it.
Han Meng'er lifted the Destroyed Bible and looked at Han Sen. "Father, thank you very much for this arrow."
"Oh, I'm glad you like it," Han Sen stumbled. Luckily, Han Meng'er was rather naive, so she didn't notice his awkwardness over the whole affair.
Han Sen was on the third tier of Break Six Skies, and as he realized that, he quickly tried to recall everything he had seen from the Destroyed Bible. If he had any more breakthroughs, that would be the greatest reward.
Aside from Super Spank, Break Six Skies was the strongest geno art Han Sen had in his arsenal. When he wasn't using his Dollar identity, Break Six Skies was effective enough as a killing power to be depended on.
It was a shame that Break Six Skies was so powerful, though. If he used it in close-quarter combat, there was every chance he could blow himself up.
It was fortunate that Spell provided him with three different weapons. Their range meant that they were the perfect tools to pair with Break Six Skies.
"Meng'er, stay with me for a little while. I have a geno art I would like to teach you." If Han Sen could teach her Break Six Skies, then she could have those destructive powers as well.
Although many problems could not be solved through violence, they still needed to be able to unleash violence and overwhelm any force that happened to be aimed at them.
So, Han Sen spent some time teaching his daughter. When he was done, he went to Cold Palace to accept the benefits of being the Guardian. Jadeskin leveled up quickly. It would definitely reach Duke in two years.
It was difficult to level up any geno art from Marquise to Duke. Even if there was an abundance of resources available, it would still take a while. Higher races could usually become Dukes within the space of ten years. If a race was of poor quality, though, they could end up taking an entire century.
Han Sen was only progressing so quickly because he could absorb the deified toad's force of ice. Such an opportunity was extremely rare.
Han Sen wasn't too worried about his Jadeskin, but he was concerned about how things would go with The Story of Genes. There were no special resources for him to consume, so all he could do was slowly practice it by himself. And despite his efforts, he couldn't feel The Story of Genes improving.
Han Sen paid attention to what happened after the Destroyed Bible incident. And just as he thought, the searching races eventually found those shapeshifting foxes and confirmed that the Destroyed Bible had been taken by one of the Extreme King. After learning that, no one dared to continue the investigation. Even the Destroyed weren't brave enough to ask the Extreme King for the Bible.
Han Sen thought there might be some trouble, but the entire matter just came to an end. It was as if the Destroyed came to terms with the loss of their deified artifact, and that was that.
"It looks like I underestimated the effect the Extreme King have on people. They don't even dare bark." Han Sen rolled his eyes.
It looked like that unlucky Extreme King woman had become the perfect scapegoat for the affair. But Han Sen knew he had to be extra careful to avoid giving the Extreme King any hint that Han Sen was actually Dollar.


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

Dai Li looked a little confused. He didn't know what to choose.
If he didn't plead guilty, the trial would continue. However, even Wilfrid, who specialized in criminal cases, couldn't guarantee he would win the case. Dai Li didn't want to be imprisoned, let alone be imprisoned for more than a decade. Just as Reiss said,even if there was only a 10% chance of a guilty verdict, Dai Li would not be willing to take that risk.
Compared with ten years in prison, the sentence that came with pleading guilty was much lighter. A few years of probation was quite acceptable and the community service also could be regarded as physical exercise.
If I was on probation, I would need to report to the probation officer twice a week and there may be 1000 hours of community service. If I could do four hours a day, I would need 250 days in all. That means that if I do community service five times a month, I would need 50 months. That's over four years; however, it's better than ten years in prison.
Why should I plead guilty when I'm actually innocent? The nonsense of the American justice system! Dai became irritated.
Reiss seemed like he was being nice in advising me to plead guilty. He would drop the first-degree murder charge if I did. However, I didn't intend to murder that guy! He wanted to make a bargain with me regarding something that I didn't do. He just let me think I could benefit from it. Why should I accept his condition?
I shouldn't compromise! Dai Li had already decided in his mind. He knew it might be irrational, but he decided to follow his beliefs this time.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked to Wilfrid.
...
Wilfrid sat quietly in the corner of the lounge, thinking about what to do next.
He knew that he had lost to Reiss just now. Wilfrid had to admit that Nick Reiss was indeed a good negotiator. Reiss set high conditions deliberately at the beginning and, when he lowered them, it was easier for his opponent to accept.
What's more, Nick Reiss clearly knew his opponent's thought processes. He knew that a rich man would never bet on freedom. When someone is completely unwilling to lose what he has, he is forced to compromise.
This was what Nick Reiss usually did. As a prosecutor with a 100% conviction rate, Reiss knew how to get the defendant to plead guilty as soon as possible.
In the face of the terms offered by Reiss, if Dai Li didn't plead guilty, Wilfrid had to win Dai Li's case. If Dai Li agreed to plead guilty, Wilfrid would still need to negotiate with the prosecutor for better conditions, such as shorter term of penalty or probation and shorter community service.
Wilfrid therefore had to make two plans, one for each of Dai Li's potential decisions.
What are you thinking? Wilfrid glanced at Dai Li, who stood up and walked over to him.
It seems that Mr. Li has decided.
...
"Mr. Li, you should make your decision. Shall we accept the prosecutor's proposal?" asked Wilfrid.
"I don't intend to accept prosecutor's 'kind proposal'. I'll keep the trial going," said Dai Li.
"You sure? I mean, do you really know the risks of continuing this case?" said Wilfrid.
Dai Li didn't answer him immediately. He asked Wilfrid another question. "Wilfrid, do you know about the flood?"
"The flood? Has there been a flood recently?" Wilfrid was confused and asked.
"I'm talking about the prehistoric flood, the legendary one," said Dai Li.
"Sure," Wilfrid nodded, "it is said the great flood inundated Atlantis. What does it have to do with our case?"
"Many ancient civilizations recorded that flood, like Mesopotamia, Greece, India, China, and the Mayan Empire. The all had different reasons for why this flood occurred though. For example, in Sumerian myth, Eniel, the king of gods, felt humans were too noisy and he sent a flood to destroy them. According to Mayan civilization, humans forgot their creator, so the creator decided to send a flood to destroy them. In the Bible, God saw the earth filled with corruption, violence and evil, and he intended to use the flood to destroy all evil people."
Wilfrid didn't say anything, but listened to Dai Li carefully.
"In Sumerian myth, there is a kind-hearted water god named Enki. He arranged for a man called Utnapishtim to board a ship and escape the flood. It is very much like the story of Noah's Ark in the Bible, right?" asked Dai Li.
"Yes, God found a good man named Noah, so he instructed Noah to build an ark. He took his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and two of every animal. Then came the flood. All the fountains of the great deep were awoken and the windows of heaven were opened. It rained heavily on the earth day and night and the waters flooded the highest mountains. All the creatures on the land died. Only Noah and his family survived in the ark. After 220 days of flooding, Noah's ark stopped near Mount Ararat. Forty days later, the flood retreated and Noah sent a crow out for information. The crow never returned. Seven days later, Noah sent a dove. This time, the dove returned with a branch from an olive tree, indicating that the flood had finally gone," Wilfrid explained. As someone who had grown up in Western civilization, he obviously knew the story of Noah's Ark better than Dai Li.
"Do you know how the story of the flood was recorded in the east, or in China?" asked Dai Li with a smile.
"I'd love to hear about it," said Wilfrid.
"It is also a story about fathers and sons. According to ancient Chinese books, the boundless flood inundated crops, mountains, and houses. People were displaced and had to leave their homes. The flood brought untold disaster to everybody. Yao, the ruler of that time, decided to control the flood. He found a person named Gun to tame the flood. However, he failed after nine years of work.
"Then Shun, the successor of Yao, killed Gun and let Gun's son continue to tame the flood. His name was Yu. He finally tamed the flood after thirteen years of work. During that time, he never went home, even when he passed by his own house. Thirteen years later, his son barely knew him.
"In Christianity, God saved everybody and the humans just hid on a boat. Inn China, we didn't get any help from gods. Without boats, we didn't compromise to the flood. We had to fight on our own. W fought had to fight against the flood!" Dai Li's tone was calm but his voice was persistent. He took a deep breath and went on,
"There are many similar myths in China. One story says that there were ten suns in the sky, searing the earth, and one skillful archer saved the planet by shooting down nine of them. One story says that a bird called Jingwei tried to fill the sea with pebbles. Another story says an old man called Yugong decided to remove a mountain with a shovel because it was in his way.
"I've heard many such stories throughout my life. Some are about brilliant heroes and others are about fools. However, when natural disasters came, our ancestors never chose to compromise, never chose to escape, and never chose to wait for God's help. They chose to fight, to defeat disasters! If they couldn't do it in a year, they would spend ten years, or twenty years. If one generation couldn't make it, two, maybe even three, generations would try until they succeeded!
"Many people say that the Chinese are materialists. They think we don't believe in gods and that we have no religious belief. That's because we know that no god can save us in times of trouble! We have to fight like our ancestors and never give in!
"In Christian mythology, god may not be perfect, but he is absolutely invincible. In China, we think that a man is the master of his own fate! If God gets in the way of our survival, we will push him down!
"Therefore, today, I will not compromise or give in. I firmly believe that I am innocent, so I will not plead guilty. Even if I am found guilty, I will choose to continue to appeal. I will fight firmly to the end, because an unyielding spirit flows through my blood!"
As he listened, Wilfrid nodded earnestly. "I see. I understand what you mean. Mr. Li, let's discuss the trial this afternoon! I'll do everything I can to help you win this case."
...
Pointing to the document on propensity for violence in his hands, Wilfrid said, "A for the problem of propensity for violence, we can apply for a professional psychological test to prove that you aren't abnormally prone to violence. It will take some time. Therefore, we need to apply for an extension of the case on the grounds of preparing key evidence."
"I have no problem with that." Dai Li then sat in thought for a few seconds before he asked Wilfrid a question. "Since we have to apply for an extension anyway, why don't we prepare more evidence? I have an idea, but I don't know how to implement it and I'm not positive it would work."
"That's why you pay me,because that's where my value lies. If your idea is really good for the case, I can help you implement it in the most effective way," said Wilfrid.
"I remember this morning that Reiss listed the reasons for my first-degree murder charge. One of them was that the gunshot could have killed the victim directly, so he affirmed that I didn't care about the life of the victim," said Dai Li.
Recalling the situation, Wilfrid said, "Reiss tried to distort the reason you shot the gun. He intended to make the jury think you are a murderer who killed people indiscriminately."
"If we can prove that I have the ability to make sure that the shot would not kill that man but just disable him temporarily, wouldn't it mean that I did care about the life of the victim? Could I be cleared of the first-degree murder charge that way," asked Dai Li.
Wilfrid thought for nearly half a minute, then said, "This causal relationship is valid. How can you prove that you are able to shoot somebody with such accuracy?"
"I can prove that I shoot well. Is that enough?" asked Dai Li.
"It depends on how well you shoot," Wilfrid said.
"As well as a professional shooting athlete. I'm as good as an Olympian 50-meter rifle athlete. How about that?" asked Dai Li.
Wilfrid thought for a while. He took out his laptop and searched something. Minutes later, he said, "According to the information I have found, it's complicated because athletes who shoot don't do so in actual combat situations. However most people know they can shoot very well. The jury is made up of everyday people. If they see your results are the same as a professional athletes, it will prove that you can shoot well."
"Then I'll give them a shocking performance!" Dai Li lowered his voice and discussed his plan.
...
Nick Reiss looked at his watch. Court would begin in half an hour. He looked at Dai Li, and saw that Dai Li and Wilfrid were talking about something.
Haven't they talked it over? It's taking so long! Reiss sighed, and reluctantly continued to wait.
Wilfrid finally ended his discussion with Dai Li ten minutes later. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and walked over to Reiss.
"It seems that you two have reached a decision." Reiss firmly believed that Dai Li would plead guilty, so he was relaxed. He stood up and walked to meet Wilfrid.
"Do you have good news for me Wilfrid?" asked Reiss with a big smile.
"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you, Reiss!" Wilfrid was also smiling. "My client will not accept your proposal. He will not plead guilty and the trial will continue."
"Ah?" Nick Reiss looked surprised. Though he had prepared for this possibility, he thought the probability of Li rejecting his deal had been extremely low. In all the cases he had dealt with, every defendant in similar cases chose to compromise with him and plead guilty.
Reiss couldn't help but ask, "Wilfrid, have you really told your client all the risks involved in this decision?"
"Please don't doubt my professionalism, Reiss." Wilfrid became serious and said, "My client considered his options and decided that this was the course he wanted to take. As his attorney, I will do everything I can to do it well. So..." Wilfried intentionally paused for dramatic effect. "See you in court!"


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

"TIDAK ADA LAGI GABRIEL DAN GILL DALAM PERANG INI, TAPI HANYA ADA SERAPH SURGA DAN KEPALA KELUARGA GREMORY !!!!!!! KITA SELESAIKAN SEMUA ITU DISINI, GABRIEEELLLLLLL !!!!!!!!!!!!!"

....
"Ahahhahahahahaha, jadi itu alasan dia menarik nafas dalam dalam !?!?!? Tapi....nasib mereka berakhir tragis." kata Azazel. 

Mendengar ini, mau tidak mau semua orang disana menganggukkan kepala, Iblis dan Malaikat tidak akan pernah bisa bersama.. untuk saat ini. 

Gill terbang ke depan dan saat ini dia berada tepat ditengah kerumunan tiga faksi. 

"Gabriel..."
Gabriel tidak menjawab God of Bible melainkan maju ketempat Gill berada. Tapi, semua orang yang ada tepat disebelahnya bisa melihat...dia menangis. 

Diam-diam, tanpa ada yang memperhatikan Gabriel, menghapus jejak air matanya dan pergi menuju Gill. 

"Apa...ini takdir kita?" tanya Gabriel saat sampai didepan Gill dengan suara serak. 

Tapi sayangnya Gill melihatnya dengan mata dingin yang membuat Gabriel terkejut. 
"Sudah kubilang, kita adalah musuh disini. Tapi satu hal yang pasti..."

"Aku mencintaimu !!!!"
Gabriel menyela Gill dan kata-kata ini membuat semua yang ada disana terperangah.

"Aku tidak tahu kenapa, waktu pertama aku bertemu denganmu...aku, merasa sangat tertarik. Kau adalah iblis, tapi jiwamu sangatlah murni...bahkan saat ini aku tahu bahwa kau berbohong padaku...jiwamu...berdarah...Katakan padaku Gill, apa yang harus aku lakukan saat ini?" 
Kata-kata Gabriel membuat pihak malaikat, malaikat jatuh, dan iblis merasa bahwa kisah mereka sangat menyedihkan. 

Meskipun Gabriel mengatakan itu semua, tapi Gill masih mempertahankan sikap dinginnya pada Gabriel. Memang benar, jiwa...yaitu bagian dari perasaan Gill saat ini berdarah. 
Apakah Gill merasakan rasa suka padanya? Ya, dia suka Gabriel! Apa Gill ingin melakukan ini? Tidak! meskipun dia berpikir begitu, tapi tubuhbya tidak bisa bergerak sesuai keinginannya. 

'Apakah aku terlalu jauh memanipulasi diriku sendiri? Sepertinya pengaruh "itu" semakin berpengaruh saat ini'

Melihat bahwa Gill tidak menjawab, Gabriel merasakan sakit yang tajam sekali lagi dihatinya. 

"Karena itu keinginanmu...Itu lebih baik mati ditangan orang yang kusukai !!!!"

*Swish**Swish*
ke-12 sayap Gabriel saat ini keluar dan memancarkan rasa suci yang sangat kuat. 
Melihat ini, Gill juga mengangkat pedangnya dan riak emas sekali lagi muncul dibelakangnya. 

...
*Dash*
Keduanya menghilang dalam hitungan dibawah satu detik. 

*Clang*
Pedang Gill menghantam perisai sihir yang dibuat Gabriel, melihat ini Gabriel melancarkan serang lain dan mengeluarkan cahaya putih yang berbeda. Kenapa berbeda? karena ada campuran warna merah diserangan itu. 

"GABRIEL, APA KAU HARUS MELAKUKAN HAL INI SAMPAI SEJAUH ITU !!! HENTIKAN INI SEMUA !!!!"
God of Bible langsung melaju kedepan untuk menghentikan pertarungan ini, tapi apa itu mungkin? 

"Hakai..."
Kehancuran bisa dirasakan dalam radius 1 mil dari Gill, dalam radius ini...semuanya berubah menjadi ketiadaan. Bahkan ketiga pibak yang terlambat mengangkat penghalang hancur menjadi debu. 

"JANGAN MENGGANGGUKU !!!! ENKIDU !!!!"
Rantai emas keluar dan menjerat God of Bible, karena sifat rantai ini akan semakin kuat jika keilahian lawan tinggi, maka God of Bible hanya bisa pasrah menyerah. 

"APA, KENAPA KAU MEMPUNYAI ENKIDU !!!"

"SAIGO NO MAISO !!!!"
Setelah mengucapkan ini, Bumi dibawah God of Bible terbelah dan mengungkapkan peti mati hitam besar dengan lambang pohon emas berantai biru. untuk kondisi selanjutnya pastu sudah ditebak, dia terjebak disana. 

"Untuk sementara kau harus diam disana, sampai pertarungan ini berakhir..."
Jangan meremhkan peti mati itu, peti itu dibuat dari hukum logam dan dilapisi dengan hukum Devour, sehingga serangan aik itu sihir maupun fisik yang dilakukan orang didalam peti mati itu akan sia-sia. 

*Wurr**Wurr**Wurr*
Gill menoleh keaeah serangan itu dan ingin menghindar, tapi sayangnya hal itu terlambat dan hanya bisa menahan serangan itu dengan menempatkan pedang ditangan Gill untuk menahan itu. Tapi dampaknya masih ada sehingga Gill terpental dan menghantam ke tanah. 

*Boomm*
Cekungan besar terbentuk katena dampak ini. 
"Baru saja, itu ... terlihat tidak terlihat dan aku tidak suka itu! 
EYE VIOLENCE ON MYSTIC DISORDER !!!!"

Gill meraung marah dan karena itu dia menggunakan skill eye violence on mystic disorder, satu mata besar berwarna ungu hitam agak merah muncul dilangit. Mata ini mengandung kekerasan dan kehancuran. 

"Dibawah mata ini, semua yang tidak aku hendaki hanya...MATI !!!!!"

"LIGHT OF MARIA !!!!!"
Saat Gill meneriakkan kata Mati, udara disana bagaikan racun dan tekanan dari mata itu sangat berat,  sehingga semua orang mau tidak mau merasa takut. 
Tapi setelah Gabriel mrnggunakan sihir Light of Maria, cahaya putih emas kemerahan memancar membentuk wujud wanita menggendong sesuatu. Wujud ini menahan erosi bagi semua orang disana, tapi Gabriel menanggung harga berat dari ini. 

"GABRIEL !!!! CUKUP, HENTIKAN !!!! JIKA KAU TETAP SEPERTI INI MAKA KAU AKAN MATI BAHKAN SEBELUM PERANG INI DIMULAI !!!!"
Teriakan dari God of Bible terdengar dari peti mati itu, hal ini karena Gill belum menutup tanah dan menenggelamkannya ke perut bumi. 

Semua pihak mengerutkan kening mendengar ini, bahkan Gill sekalipun. 

"Pengorbanan?" kata Gill dingin sambil menatap Gabriel. 

Gabriel saat ini berlumuran darah diseluruh tubuhnya, tubuhnya lebih kurus, warna kulitnya pucat, tapi...kilauan matanya masih tidak menghilang. 

'Harapan...'
kata Gill dalam hati. Tanpa sadar, Gill mengeluarkan darah dari mulutnya.Bukan karena serangan Gabriel, tapi karena hatinya tidak kuat menanggung ini semua. 

"Ini adalah langkah terakhir dan terlarang yang dimiliki Gabriel...The Heart of Truth. Selama hatinya merasa bahwa ini adalah langkah yang tepat baginya, maka kekuatan Gabriel akan meningkat 100x lipat. Tapi harga dari melakukan ini adalah..."

"Kematian !!!!! karena setiap serangan yang dialjukan Gabriel, harganya adalah darah dan vitalitasnya !!!! dengan kata lain, semakin dia menyerang semakin pendek umrunya !!!"

Gill saat mendengar penjelasan dari Michael, batuk...batuk darah dan mengeluarkan air mata...air mata darah !!!!

Pemandangan ini menjadi sangat tragis dimata semua pihak, Cinta dari keberadaan yang berlawanan hanya berkahir tragis. Kata-kata Azazel saat ini terbukti...

"Su...dah kubilang...bahw...a...aku..."
Gabriel sebelum bisa menyelesaikan kata-katanya bergoyang dan hampir jatuh. 

"GABRIEL !!!!! (3x)" 
Ketiga Seraph maju untuk mendukung Gabriel. 

"Karena kau mempertarukan nyamu dalam pertarungan ini, maka...."

"AKU JUGA AKAN MEMPERTARUHKAN NYAWAKU !!!"

"DOMAIN : DIVIDING DIVINE !!!"

"GEMINI AUTHORITY...10x !!!!"

Domain lingkaran berwarna perak terlihat di bawah kaki semua pihak, setelah itu mereka merasa bahwa ¾ kekuatan mereka diserap. 
Sefangkan dibawah kaki Gill, terdapat lingkaran sihir dengan lambang gemini. 

"Apa ini akhirnya..."

"Meskipun aku dan kau sama, tapi..."

"Sakit, Hitam, Kejam, Cinta, Benci, dan...Benih....."
.
.
.
Sepuluh orang persis seperti Gill keluar dari lingkaran itu, tapi Gill yang asli saat ini tidak lebih baik dari Gabriel. Dia...sekarat. 

"KALIAN MENGERTI APA YANG HARUS DILAKUKAN BUKAN !!!!"

Tanpa menanggapi Gill asli, klon mengeluarkan masing masing sebuah pedang berbeda dari Gate of Babylon, bahkan ada juga yang memegang tomabk dan tameng. 

Sayangnya, aura dari semua senjata itu adalah...ABNORMAL !!!!

"Excalibur, Balmung, Clarent, Brahmasta, Ini semua adalah senjata ilahi..." 

Guamaman Azazel membuat semua orang disana menghirup udara dingin, khususnya pihak iblis. Karena kesepuluh senjata itu memiliki aura suci yang lebih kuat daripada Seraph atau bahkan God of Bible. 

"AKAN KUTUNJUKKAN KOMBINASI SERANGAN TERKUATKU...DAN TERIMALAH PENYESALAN DAN PENGORBANAN INI DARIKU GABRIEL !!!!!"

Protagonist kita bernama Gill, mendaki gunung rintangan yang sangat sulit untuk memenuhi janjinya kepada seseorang yang mereinkarnasikannya. apa yang dia ingin adalah sesuatu yang sangat sederhana,  yaitu senyumannya. 



Tolong untuk ulasannya, ini adalah novel yang buat dalam waktu luang,  sehingga untuk updatenya tidak menentu. 

Terima kasih

Culloden, Scotland, April 1746

All around was the awful sound of moaning. It was not just mournful, but the sound of immense suffering, the cries of dying men. The battle had waged on, and the day was far spent. In dirt and blood, the soldiers waded on. Horizontal rain, snow, and wind made the normal battle conditions much worse.

Near the edge of the field I stood holding a gun, pointing it at the lad who had once been my best friend. He was dressed in the red coat of a government soldier; I was not.

"You won't do it!" he yelled.
"What makes you so sure?"
"You don't believe in violence."
I felt the anger rising within me. "How could you?"
"It was orders. I had no choice."
"So that makes it all right? We took you in, and you betrayed us!"
"I didn't know what the redcoats were
planning. I swear I didn't."
"They are not liberators as they claim. They attacked our village and killed everyone!"
With a growl my friend retorted, "We need to stop the rebels at any cost!"
"No remorse! You think they can police the world by force, that might is somehow right? You claim God is on your side. Don't you think he knows what you have done? Did he tell you to help those who killed my family and friends? We aren't even part of the rebellion!"

 Don't you think he knows what you have done? Did he tell you to help those who killed my family and friends? We aren't even part of the rebellion!"
The images of my whole family flashed before me as the words burst from my mouth. I recalled Mother helping me up after I had fallen down when I was a little boy, playing in the trees with the other village children; Father showing me how to ride a horse for the first time; the kind pastor who had taught me many Bible stories-and my beloved.
"I didn't know this would happen . . . I'm sorry. Please . . . put the gun away and we can talk. Please!" he cried as I advanced with the gun still pointed at him.
"I'm through talking!"
"Please . . ."
"Get on your knees!"
Trembling, he dropped to his knees.
"Please . . ."
"It doesn't feel, good does it? No power.
Helplessness."
"No!" he began to cry.
"Close your eyes and pray for forgiveness."
Still shaking all over, he closed his eyes and
began to mumble.
"I can't hear you!"
"Father, forgive . . ."
"Good-bye!"
I paused. Could I do it? This was another child of God, no matter how far he had fallen. Who had made me judge, jury, and executioner?
Suddenly, I joined the chorus of crying. I couldn't do it. He looked so cold and helpless kneeling in the
dirt like a sinner such as he was, and such as I was.

His hands were clasped tight; his fingers had turned red, and his lips were curved with fear and dread.
What good would it do to kill him? Across the fields, the howling continued as the slaughter of the
wounded commenced.
"You were right, I can't do it. I, unlike you, have a conscience!"
I threw the gun away in utter disgust that I had come so close to using it, and then I fell to my knees and embraced my prodigal friend.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered.
"I know . . . as am I."
As the severe weather beat against us, we continued to cry, holding each other.

Angelos opens on the field of Culloden, Scotland, as the legendary battle of 1746 has ended and the wounded Jacobites are being shot or clubbed to death. Davy MacLeod holds a gun to the head of his former friend, his hands shaking, ready to pull the trigger on this man who betrayed him and delivered his family to death. This man who took even his beloved from him...

The auction was divided into two parts, and there was a ten-minute break after the first half.
Li Du and Dr. Sophie were walking out to get some fresh air. At this moment, Marate blocked them, saying, "Buddy, are you here for our charity auction?"
"Of course. You’ve already seen us. I’ve been sitting here the whole time." Li Du didn’t know what Marate wanted, but he knew that he was intending to bother him
"Oh, really?" Marate laughed with contempt. "I thought you were just here to eat our lunch." Then, he shrugged and gave Li an understanding expression, saying, "Sure. It’s okay that you’re here to eat—the theme of the day is charity."
Hearing this, Sophie replied discontentedly, "Marate, watch your words. You’re purposely provoking us, aren’t you? Why are you so impolite?"
Marate was not the only person who liked to provoke people. This was the culture of the USA.
Some of the males from the USA, especially teenagers, liked to flaunt themselves as tough guys. They would train to have strong bodies. They loved extreme exercise, and they would bully those who were weaker than them.
Bullying the weak: this was the survival rule amongst some teenagers in the USA. You would know it from US dramas and Hollywood movies. The good-looking and graceful leading actors were always bullied by mean teenagers.
Not to mention Li Du made Marate had egg on his face, he had also won Sophie’s favor. Without this relationship, Marate would dislike him either.
One of the biggest problems facing society in the USA was the issue of racism.
Li Du had been studying abroad in the USA for half a year. The status of Chinese Americans was what struck him the most. Sometimes it felt like everyone wanted to trample them.
Marate was an egotistical person, and he was obviously racist. That’s why Sophie didn’t like him.
He thought showing off his muscles and toughness could win Sophie’s heart. In fact, that didn’t work for Sophie. Because of her work, she often engaged with the results of violence, and hated people who reminded her of it.
Li Du, looking in from outside their relationship, could see this simple problem. But, Marate didn’t seem to notice it.
Even if he could tell that his aggression was the issue, he wouldn’t change himself. Strong, confident, rough-and-tough: he believed these were charismatic traits, and he was proud of his personality.
Scolded by Sophie, he held up his head. "No. It’s not me that’s impolite—I’m not a weak coward. Sophie, you never truly knew me, and this fills me with regret."
"Perhaps," Sophie smiled. "But, this makes me happy."
Marate stormed away in a rage. Before leaving, he glared at Li Du. "So happy that I could help you, buddy. Eat more during lunch."
After Marate left, Sophie said, "I’m sorry, Li. Marate has always been this childish. I don’t get why he never matured with age. "
Martin, who had been listening, smiled. "Aren’t all the young people in Flagstaff the same? Time will teach them the right life attitude."
Li Du smiled bitterly and nodded his head. He had gotten involved with this accidentally.
But, those things in the auction had been useless to him. When Li Du thought that valuable things were in sight, he would spare no effort to use the bug to examine the circumstances.
Sadly, those things weren't as valuable as they looked. He would have only thrown them away if he had won them. In this circumstance, he had to back away from the auction.
When the second half of the auction got started, the first item was interesting. It was a stack of 10 thick books.
The auctioneer started to introduce them: these books were the 1990 edition of the "Standard Bible Encyclopedia." They had been donated by Mr. and Mrs. Martin, and were well-preserved; the starting price was 440 dollars.
This set of encyclopedias was great for Christians. You could interpret every aspect of Bible using one of these; not only were they interesting and fun, but they were very insightful.
Li Du shook his head; more things that were useless to him. He didn’t need to bid.
When the bidding started, Sophie bid for the books, showing respect for her parents. This made the auction more intense.
Marate was in the bidding again, however: he pursued each offer vigorously and kept raising the price. In the end, he successfully got the books with 860 dollars.
When he bought them, everyone applauded. Li Du overheard Martin say, "That’s a shame. These books will end up on the shelf. It would be better if they had been bought by Sophie for 440 dollars."
Mrs. Martin glared at him. "Come on—don’t let people hear you say that. But it’s certainly a pity—we preserved this set of books very well."
Li Du smiled in secret; this old couple was interesting.
One by one everything was auctioned off—nothing failed to be sold. No matter if the prices were high or low, the Christians were supportive during the entire auction.
Halfway through, a young girl held up the next item on a tray: a little green makeup box used by girls.
Seeing this box, Sophie was happy and said, "Hey, this was donated by me. It’s a lip gloss container. I wonder how much it will sell for."
This green box was as big as a hand, and was made with emerald or jade. The edges were varnished with enamel paint. Red and blue stones were inlaid on the top. It was beautiful.
"How much was this lip gloss container?" Li Du asked.
"One hundred dollars. When I studied in Phoenix, I bought it from a decoration shop that was closing down. The boss said it was made with Burma jade. Obviously, it’s fake; it was way too cheap."
The auctioneer started to introduce the box; he emphasized that he was not sure about the authenticity of the jade and stones. The bidding price was 50 dollars.
Li Du looked at the television screen up front, which showed the detailed features of the box. Seeing the red, blue, and green stones on the box, he was reminded of high-end jewelry culture. He was tempted, and let the bug out.
The bug was not attracted by the box—it seemed like it had existed for only a short while.
Li Du let the bug fly over to the box and used its ability to see the past. He thought this box didn’t seem to be made by synthetic jade—which was usually roughly-made—it seemed to be made of genuine jade.
The ability of the bug started to work; the past was flashing back.
The first thing that Li Du saw was someone polishing the box, and then writing a name underneath it. The was a complicated apparatus and sophisticated blueprints around it.
There were some big and small pieces of jade on the table. In another flash, someone opened a safe, and some jagged, colorful stones were taken out of it.
These stones, after being well-polished, were inlaid in the box. It was then sent by plane after being wrapped in velvet.
Seeing this, Li Du became excited.
He was excited not because he had found something valuable, he was so excited because he realized that he had better taste.
Except for attending auctions, he had been reading book and info. Obviously he was doing the right thing, this could make him stronger.
When the auctioneer started to bid, Li Du sat back and relaxed, he prepared to shoot.


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

From now on, most of the story will be told in the third person. There will also be chapters where it is shown in the first person, but these will not only consist of the first person (Drako), but other people's thoughts will also appear. 


Pd: This is me, the author, experimenting to see which mode of writing is best for the story. Maybe in five chapters I'll think differently and go back to the first person than usual. 


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Once Tobio was "defeated" by the efforts of Lavinia, Valina and Azazel, he fell unconscious. 


"Good job, guys. You can say that this problem has been solved for the time being." Azazel sighed. 


Valina only nodded as she approached the young man who had stood by while all this was happening. That young man, Drako, had been protecting Natsume from a possible attack by Tobio on his Balance Breaker. Now that Natsume was standing next to the now unconscious Tobio, Drako had gone in the direction of Sae Toujou and squatted, examining the fatal wound on her chest. 


"She has been fatally wounded by the blade of Canis Lycaon, she has approximately two minutes to live. Sae Toujou was Tobio's reason for living, and he had worked so hard just to regain his normal life with her. It's sad that the only death we're going to have is Tobio's childhood friend, and that it's at his hands that she died."


Valina wailed as she looked at the innocent face of Sae Toujou. She still had the same smile she had given Tobio as she embraced him before her "death". 


"It's true, she's dying because of blood loss. But that doesn't mean Sae is going to die."  


As Drako said that, his arms began to take on a golden glow. White scales began to show through, and a golden aura surrounded Drako's dragon arms. 


This was none other than Drako using his [Holy Healing Claws] to heal the wound of Sae Toujou. 


"Holy Healing Claws], while being an extremely harmful weapon for beings who are based in the dark like you, Valina, can be used as a healing ability for beings outside the dark like humans. Although it's designed to be an attack skill, it can also be used to perform first aid." 


"You mean...?" 


"Yes, Sae Toujou's situation has been stabilized. But that's just for the moment, we have to get her to Grigori quickly so that her life can be successfully rescued." 


What Drako had done had not only caught Valina's attention but had caught the attention of all present. 


Natsume walked over to Azazel as soon as she heard Drako's words. 


"Governor-General! You have to save Toujou-san's life!" 


"Yes, I'll take her and Tobio to Grigori." 


Azazel came to Sae and took her body and brought it to Tobio. Azazel started working on a teleportation circle at that very moment. 


The leader of Grigori gave Drako a strange look, one of which was impossible to identify what he was thinking.


"Drako..." 


Drako didn't say anything, but he looked back at him. 


In that look... Azazel could feel that Drako had distanced himself from him a little. 


Azazel already knew that Drako distrusted him, and he didn't feel that was strange. He was, after all, Azazel, the fallen angel that appears in the Bible. 


But over these six months, and a common hostility, Azazel and Drako had grown closer and could be considered "friends. Besides, Azazel knew that Valina, the little girl he considered his adopted daughter, had feelings for Drako that went beyond friendship. 


Azazel knew that the steps he had taken, and the fact that he had withheld crucial information from Drako, had caused Drako to be at least disappointed. 


But even so, Azazel had his own reasons for acting the way he had. 


Azazel had already lived for thousands of years, he had fallen from heaven in his youth, and he had fought a great war against the two other biblical factions. He had even joined hands with his creator and the first Lucifer to fight the heavenly dragons. 


But many years had already passed since that chaotic time, and times of peace had come. To his own surprise, he liked these times of peace much more than the chaotic times of old. 


That's when God, his creator, created the well-known Sacred Gears. 


An idea that Azazel himself agreed to.


Actually, humans are not a weak race. Even without the need for Sacred Gears, they are a race that can easily reach their full potential. The problem is that this potential is much less than that of races like devils and angels. 


As a general rule, the maximum power an ordinary human can have, its limit, is in the same line as High-class Devil. Rare are the humans who can exceed that limit and advance to the next level of power. 


This event is known as [Limit Breaker].


Few are the humans who can bring about this event, and currently there was only one in the world who had done so. More accurately, Azazel only knows one who had done that. 


Vasco Strada the previous wielder of Durandal and Veteran Exorcist, known as "The Church's Device of Violence", "The Violence of Heaven", "The Vatican's Evil Killer", "Mr. Durandal", and "True Devil", a human who achieved strength dubbed "Limits of Humanity".


Of course, all of this was the removal of the physical body. But by the time God created Sacred Gears, Merlin had not yet created the magical system that humans currently use. 


Seeing that his most precious creation was too weak to protect themselves from supernatural beings, God decided to create the Sacred Gear system. 


It was in this system that Azazel saw a key to maintaining the peace that he cherished. Sacred Gears was the key, he was sure of it. 


But more specifically, Azazel had his eyes on a mistake God made in creating the system. 


The 13 artefacts that could make their user acquire the strength to kill Gods, the 13 Longinus. 


Of course, putting the 13 Longinus together was virtually impossible. So Azazel had to take an alternative, and that's how he began to study Sacred Gears. 


He had already come up with an idea for something similar to a Sacred Gear when God had not yet finished creating them, and Azazel had not yet fallen, called The Dragon Slaying Blade of Light and Darkness. 


Azazel still had that memory in his mind, especially Michael's face as he laughed at him as he showed the project to its creator. 


After the well-known Second World War, the human world and the different pantheons seemed to have calmed down a bit. 


It was then that Azazel met what he thought would be unthinkable, a girl from the lineage of Lucifer who possessed one of the 13 Longinus. 


Yes, he had met Valina. 


The girl didn't seem to be in good shape after finding her, and she was obviously abused. It wasn't until a couple of years later that he was going to find the reason for her poor condition. 


Abused by her father, her mother abused because of her helping Valina, and all incited by her grandfather. 


Rizevim Livan Lucifer, Lucifer's son and Valina's grandfather, was a crazy man. Azazel knew him personally, and could only use the word "madness" to describe his state of mind. 


During this time, a friend of his named Mephisto Pheles contacted him to tell him that a Longinus had joined the ranks of Grauzauberer. 


And a few years later, Grigori had found another Longinus along with four Sacred Gears of the highest level. 


Within a few years, Azazel had met an impressive new generation. 


The bearer of the Divine Dividing, the Sacred Gear that contained the soul of the Vanishing Dragon, and descendant of the Maou Lucifer. 


The bearer of the Absolute Demise, and genius-level mage from Grauzauberer. 


The carrier of Canis Lycaon, an anomaly that was born with the Balance Breaker active. 


Two of the carriers of the so-called "Four Fiends", who were part of the group of the carrier of Canis Lycaon. 


Baraqiel's daughter, who had inherited his powerful lightning attack. 


Uriel's granddaughter, who had inherited his powerful flames. 


A Nekoshou, a race believed to be extinct. 


And finally, a young dragon who was growing in strength by leaps and bounds. 


(Azazel does not know that another Longinus is on the way.)


The latter was the one that had drawn the most attention to Azazel. 

 

This dragon, Drako, had a close connection to everyone in the new generation. He was the mainstay of this new generation of talent. 


Even knowing that he was the centre of this entire group, Azazel had taken it upon himself to hide information from him. Everything was necessary to make his plans to take the expected course. 


For Tobio to awaken his Balance Breaker once again, and for Natsume Minagawa and Kouki Samejima to acquire the true forms of their respective Sacred Gears.


Knowing Drako, he would have solved everything himself. Tobio and the others didn't have to be in any danger if he alone could take charge of the situation. 


Well, the goal had already been achieved. The relationship Azazel had with Drako could already be arranged in the future. For now, Azazel had to get the injured Tobio and Sae to Grigori.


The magic circle of teleportation was finally created, and Azazel disappeared along with Tobio and Sae. 




I had a useless death because of a goddess. 

I woke up in a forest. Looking like an egg, I had to survive against a lot of fantastic monsters. 

It seemed to be a fantasy forest, and by killing monsters, it went up a level. 

Until I met another dragon and he took me to a certain place in Japan. 

Wait... Isn't this the world of DxD? 

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Well, except for my character. 

I don't own the cover either. If the author has any complaints, be free to talk to me and I should remove it. 
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The start of the novel is based on the Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～world. So the world is not entirely made of DxD, it also has this part of the start of the novel. 

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"Are you sure? Did you see it? With your own two eyes?" a man bellowed. He was a small man but weak he is not. Even though he was small in stature, you can sort of sense a wiry strength within him. Some say like a bow being pull too tight. He has jet black hair that is cut short, with facial hair that comprises of a moustache and a goatee. But the thing that will attract people to his face is his eyes. His irises were golden in colour as if blessed by the heavens.

"Apologies milord. I did not. I left as soon as I heard the explosion. Your daughter safety is of paramount importance." the man facing him answered. By all accounts, he is a gentleman with his immaculate clothing. He was tall, about 180 centimeters, and built like a fighter. One look and you know that he is a butler.

"It's okay, Gideon. It's not your fault. I was just worried that another incident like this will happen in the future."the man sat on his throne and placed his head in his hands. It seemed that the whole world rested on his shoulders at the moment.

Seeing this, Gideon walked up to his lord and placed his hand on his lord's shoulder."My king, do not worry. All I know is that no matter how dire any situation is, the Highking Aldus Shadowchaser will pave the way for us."
"Thank you Gideon my old friend. I'm happy that you and Laila made it out safe and sound. How many dead or wounded?"Highking Aldus asked.

"Around a thousand dead and tens of thousand more are displaced."Gideon replied him with a sigh."What is your orders, milord?"

"Cut the taxes and get the kingdom builders and mages to build and repair the damages. Use the treasury if need to." The king answered while looking out the window at the Red Moon that is in the sky shining upon the eternal night"Oh what misfortune has befell this realm."
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The Red Moon. It first appeared in the skies of Alcatraz a month ago right after the Dark God waged war on the realm. With it comes violence and fear, beginning with the Undead horde appearing from cracks in the earth. Ravaging, killing anything that comes within its path. The terrifying thing is that with every death, the Horde get a new recruit. Daemons and foul creatures walked upon the scorched land destroying and killing in glee. The Red Moon. It signifies the death and destruction of the realm.

Nobody could have guess that this will occur. No textbook, bible nor prophecy has written or foretold about the day that turned to night. Only when the Red Moon appeared, all hell broke loose. Those that were not religious crammed the churches or wear their religious paraphelia on their body. Priests and religious leaders started preaching about the salvation one can receive when they convert.

All this was observed by The Highking Aldus Shadowchaser whose name rang high and true. The killer of demons, the bringer of light, the chaser of shadow, these were the titles that were sang about him way back during his heyday where he was just a knight participating in the Demon Wars. Now he is fighting a different kind of battle, a battle against the eternal night. He swore that he will bring back peace and destroy the Red Moon even if he need to sacrifice his own life.
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Fire. There is fire everywhere. The earth was scorched and hot to the touch. Blood steamed and sizzled where it dripped from the countless corpses lying haphazardly int the town square. A house blackened by soot and still standing strong as if rebelling against the plight of world stood in the middle of the square. It was a big house, the town's head own accomodation. But sadly, the town's head was lying at the steps with his neck and body was twisted unnaturally.

Looking inside the house, a sound could be heard. Like  murmuring. Following the sound, one will find itself in front of a strongroom at then basement. "Kill.Kill.Kill. I will kill you all." The sound was voice chanting this phrase over and over again. A young man, around 18 years of age sat down cradling what seems to be his mother. His mother whose organs was strewn all around him.
"Kill.Kill.Kill. I will kill you all."
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{User has unlocked potential ally <Grimm Snow>.]
[User level is too low to <Plunder Fate>]
[User has 365 days before ally's fate is unable to be plundered]
[No other actions will be taken until User reached minimum requirement]

I woke up with a start. An ally? Like a party member? Sounds awesome. But my level is still too low. What level is sufficient? There is a time limit? A year is enough i guess to level up more before being able to <Plunder Fate>"Open Status!" I commanded.

[Name: Jack Frost

Race: Red Worm Lizard

Class: ??

Level: 11

EXP: 11300/12000

HP:1400

MP:700

Stat Points:70

STR:20

AGI:20

VIT:34

INT: 21

VIG:20

END:28

DEX:27

LCK: 999

Abilities:

<Active>

 Instant Movement, Toxic, Poison Tail

<Passive>

God's Luck, God's Mind,A Worm's Life, Skill Steal, Poison Resistance IV, Physical Resistance V

Titles:

Baal's Chosen, Stealer of Skills]

Seems I have grown stronger. My stats are buffed up and I have some useful abilities and skills as well. Yawning, I strectched my serpentine body and wriggled my tail. Feeling famished, I knew it was time to hunt. Slithering out of the burrow, I moved towards my hunting ground. Straight away, I smelled it. A Venouse! Small venomous creatures that looked and sounds like a mouse. They're quite a hassle to deal with as they have high agility. I remembered how it put up a good fight a few weeks ago. That was how I received the most recent abilities and skills. Well, sorry buddy. time to enter then belly of the beast.

It was the year 386 AC, year of The NightKing. The dwellers of the World Alcatraz were going about with their daily activities when their world suddenly went dark. Hellfire raised from the earth and burned everything in sight. The air turned sour and choked any living beings in the area. An eerie wailing began and three Elder Lich appeared where they began to summon a horde of the undead, terrorizing and wantonly killing everyone in their path.
"Enough is enough, O dwellers of this world! I have been patient and been waiting for all this millenia, it is time! My reign of terror has begun!"

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It was dark. I tried opening my eyes but it seems that my eyesight doesn't work. I willed it to open using my mind and a notification window suddenly appeared.

[Welcome to the world of Alcatraz!]
[Select your Start State:
1) Red Bellied Spider
2) Golden Backed Mouse
3) Red Worm Lizard ]

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Our MC woke up in a strange place and suddenly received a notification. What does this means and what will happen to our MC in a world full of fire and death? Follow him as he survives and evolve in The Chronicles Of Alcatraz.

The night was dark and moonless, all the lights were out. Yet it didn't affect Shu Yidan, as his eyes flashed with an unearthly light flying upon the violet blade.

Far above the forests, he was lonely in his path. However, he couldn't help but feel that he was being watched by someone.
But whoever the watcher was, he didn't dare do more than observe him.

Shu Yidan could see through the veiling darkness of the night. His body seemed to be covered by an eight-colored light which was acting like a compass, allowing him to fly unhindered on his path.
That's right, there were no hinderances. No loose cultivators, no beasts, no ghosts - nothing that would like to get in the way of a cultivator heading home.

Shu Yidan had indulged in sexual intercourse and thus, his Yang energy was prominent. Many ghosts should be eying him.
Furthermore on a moonless night like this, Yin Creatures like certain beasts and ghosts were strengthened. But no matter how much of a boost they would gain, battling a Golden Core was a hopeless prospect.

Just when he was thinking that he might get to home base without incident, he suddenly found himself facing a violet fireball.

"Seal." One word and one gesture, and the fireball disappeared. Revealing the existence that dared face him.

It was a large dark-phantom giant. Countless flames ran on its figure, burning into runes upon its body. Flying on air without using an artifact, it was a mighty creature formed of grudges and violence. Shu Yidan could feel the resentment and grudges of a battlefield emit from it.

"Ten Thousand Grudges Demonic Ghost, huh… That's on the level of a Divine Transformation cultivator." Shu Yidan looked the burning black eyes of the monster.

After death, the remaining resentment and grudges of a person can coalesce into a ghost. Such an existence can only be considered the remnant of a soul, and is incapable of harming even a mortal. But after some years pass by, the ghost can absorb spiritual energy and gain enough strength to hurt mortals and swallow their souls.
Such a ghost is called a Demonic Ghost – a One Grudge Demonic Ghost. It is on the level of Qi Refining cultivators.
The number corresponded to the number of souls swallowed by the Demonic Ghost.


One Grudge, Ten Grudges, Hundred Grudges, Thousand Grudges and Ten Thousand Grudges – Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation!

"This damned existence… how many souls have you swallowed, how many hopes of reincarnation have you cut off? Tonight, I shall enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and save the souls in accordance to Samsara!" Saying these grand lines, Shu Yidan flicked his fingers and a rain of seals flew upon the monster.

The monster roared, breathing out another fireball of dark energy. The seals bypassed the fireball and struck down on the monster. Automatically sealing the fiery runes on the ghost, it cut off the mana that caused the phenomenon of fire.
The monster suddenly stopped burning, it was like a chicken with its feathers pulled. The beast only gazed at Shu Yidan in confusion before it fell.

Shu Yidan couldn't help but sigh. Strong as it was, it was still a beast. All it had was instincts. The lesser ghosts had their instincts remind them that Shu Yidan wasn't an existence to be provoked while this beast only knew that his mana was enough to crush Shu Yidan in a blink.
But humans had myriads of methods, the Great Dao was boundless. Shu Yidan ended up crushing it in a blink.

The Six Samsaras had Three Paths for the Good – Gods, Humans and Asuras and Three Paths for the Evil – Hungry Ghosts, Animals and Hell.
Even with the peak power capable of battling Divine Transformation cultivators, this Demonic Ghost was incapable of sapience and thought. It couldn't amount to anything facing a Golden Core – perhaps even a mortal might be capable of outmaneuvering it with luck.

"Let's get this done quickly, I want to get started with the Asura Path already…" Saying this in a soft tone, Shu Yidan descended after the falling Demonic Ghost.

The Asura Path that required rivers of blood to flow. Naturally, this beast that was born from resentment and grudges was a treasure for him!

"I have to seal it first. After that, I'll need to send off the poor souls that form that beast back to Samsara. Since they are being saved by me, they would have the good fate of being reincarnated as humans once more…" As a man who enjoyed such a good fate, Shu Yidan could only sigh.

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The green forests were silent – everything capable of sound had fled away. Only the angry roars of the beast echoed.

"Namo Amitabha Tathagatha…
…Let go of hatred, cut off your emotions…
…Dust to dust, ash to ash…"

Shu Yidan couldn't help but sigh – as expected, some chants weren't enough to calm the resentment of 10,000 grudging spirits. He had gone through about 12 different scriptures – Heart Sutra, White Lotus Mantra, Heart Severing Scripture, The Holy Bible… Nothing worked.
Naturally, the ghost was a damned Divine Transformation level existence. It would be too easy if it disappeared just like that.

But Shu Yidan really didn't want to use more destructive methods. If he used spells to destroy the monster, the souls would be permanently shattered, cut off from the cycle of reincarnation.
….And not in the good way.

The Buddhist methods Shu Yidan could use were useless. The only other method for redeeming souls were miscellaneous tricks – precisely the fist techniques that he taught Xiahou Shangyue earlier.

But there was no other option. He couldn't take any other option, he couldn't leave these grudging spirits without salvation.

"…So be it. I will beat the resentment out of our spirits with my fists, and send you off to Samsara with pure souls! Prepare yourself!" Looking at the giant ghost formed of resentment, Shu Yidan cocked his fist.

(There is R-18 sexual content. A lot of it. All marked in chapter titles. So pay attention to chapter titles!)

"Cultivation resources? System I can handle it, this bro is a time traveller so I know all the mysteries of this world!"
"Seducing girls? System you don't need to interfere, I don't need a fucking walkthrough to chat girls up!"
"Stat boosts and cultivation techniques? System I don't need your help, this bro was a True Immortal in the past timeline!"

"Just give me missions! Nice, detailed missions! Missions that have a clear objective to fulfil! I don't even need any rewards for completion, I just need the ability to clearly know what I need to do... to kill those bastard protagonists that I am fated to oppose!"

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Time travelling back to the moment he transmigrated from Modern Earth into this mysterious world of cultivation with a System, Shu Yidan's journey began once again!

In this life, he will steadfastly protect all he lost!
In this life, he will bring his sect to the pinnacle!
In this life, he will accomplish many things, the chief of which being...

Killing the bastard who is this world's protagonist until he is deader than dead!!!

Before he can get his harem of women! Before he can get his sworn brothers! 
Before he can get his OP treasures, his peerless techniques and ancient Masters as his backing!

Because he has a System! 
A System that can scry into the fate of the world and give him missions that pinpoint exactly where this bastard is hiding, what this bastard is scheming and how to perfectly destroy this bastard's schemes!

All protagonists with a cheats and golden fingers, beware! The Master of the Villain System is coming!

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Former Story Title: Villainous Sect Master and the Endless Wave of Heroes

Image Artist: Trung Anh 
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