《Minecraft power in a strange world》


 Prologue: New beginning

    A new beginning


    At a magic and sword world, on a certain place situate a big empire named Volt. A representation of a famous inventor and king in the past that once introduce to the population the new wonder of an energy.


    This source of energy is called heaven energy as named by the king himself.


    Basically, once the new type of energy was introduced, the populace goes into a frenzy and create a ruckus about it. The bright mind people hearing this news, rush to make their own experiment and theory regarding the energy.


    After that special day, ten years past.


    In a wooden room, people wearing lab cloth can be seen scurrying about. One such scientist stood dumbfounded at what he saw under a old undeveloped microscope.


    Stuttering he said, ¡° Break.. bre.. it.. IT¡¯S A FREAKEN BREAKTHROUGH! ¡°


    His sentence attract all the eager eyes in the room who rushed to take in the historical moment.


    Once all the scientist confirmed that it is indeed a breakthrough, elated they patted on the benefactor of such miracle, ¡° Lad, you make the ancestor of science proud! You are the hero¡¯s in our eyes even if people omitted your name for this break through. ¡°, proclaimed one such scientist. He is a old haggard man wearing a lab coat who look to be one step closer to the grave, especially when he is practically jumping around and occasionally even tears drop from his eyes from being too excited.


    After the breakthrough, making the energy usable, people discover more and more about the energy, using it in their everyday life.


    They used the energy mainly to extend their life span and for self protection.


    The energy was proven to be against nature but somehow co existing with it. People using the energy could procure element for their use, like they have a personal nuclear fusion in their hand.


    If we count the similarities, then this new type of energy called magic have the same property as a nuclear power we have back in earth.


    I know it is bizarre but different from earth, this world environment permit the existence of nuclear and didn¡¯t consider it harmful, which in turn decrease the power of magic the more it is used, since the world practically create it own nuclear power from the constant exposure to human using the magic.


    The story doesn¡¯t end there just yet.


    In this time, the use of magic was pitiful since it was mostly used for manual work such as cleaning or washing because of the lack in it offensive.


    People at this time doesn¡¯t have any internet, that¡¯s why most live in ignorance, unknowing of the world. Which lead to the under rated use of magic and other related power.


    Now moving onto the peak of the mountain,


    There¡¯s a man with bright green eye who is sitting in a meditative posture. This man, like all citizen of the world believe that the used of magic is minuscule, especially in offensive related factor. But unlike others, he is a seeker for change. A change that could power up the magic and in turn himself.


    He seek fame, since if he is successful with his suicidal act, he believe that it could help at least advance magic into a new era, this man is name yi yuan, lasted name being xi xuan. A muscular guy from China.


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    he closed his eyes, eyelid flittering about, he calmed his mind. With his body relax, he suck in a deep breath as a trigger. With the trigger, the new type of energy invade Yi body. Not sparing his eyes or a single pores from his skin.


    Ten excruciating minute, lasted more than a hundred years in Yi mind, breaking his sanity and reformed him into a new being. An entity called cultivator.


    With countless adventure and stories, Yi finally decide to settle down with the love of his life, have a family and died.


    His ten sons and daughter that was birth, prove to the world a new type of human called high human with high affinity for yin and yuan. They however because of this gift couldn¡¯t use magic internally, since it is near impossible for any being to harbor more than one type of energy in their body, not to mention two; Yin and Yuan.


    With this power and the profound cultivation technique left by their father wisdom, the sons and daughters raised the land, and create a new hierarchy with power being the thing that is highly respected.


    When all of these revolution is happening in China, it didn¡¯t mean that the other country are being lazy. In fact, some special individual yet again make a break through. Making magic reach a whole new height, and establishing a new system called Knight or Sorcerer. This system just like it sound, focus entirely on knight or sorcerer. People not being in either of this category will be use as a cannon folder.


    Just like that the world continues, and a hundred year past.


    With magic, come stagnant in the field of technological, leaving luxurious magic invention exclusively for wealthy used. With new hierarchy, comes power, greed and jealousy. This deadly sins, spark countless war in which the end result being the separation of human right.


    Demi-human no longer are equal to human or high human. In most part of the country, Demi human have to live in fear and trepidation. It is not their fault, but because of their absurdly high physical strength and affinity with mana, human become fearful and with fear comes a grand scheme. The scheme that escalate into a great war that make a miserable state out of these Demi human today.


    The higher up then implemented a religion to bound the Demi human down for good while also making it act like one big propaganda.


    All the historical moment that happens before us is actually in a world called SadStrenght. SS for sort, the ranking that determined that you are one of the top predator in the food chain.


    ( Author : I know I know, just dig it in alright? )


    Rank : N,RN,R,G ¡ª New, Relatively new, Regular, Great.


    F, D, C, B, A ¡ª Fat power, Double fat power, Cop, Billionaire, Action hero.


    NS, S, SS, Ass ¡ª New superpower, Saint, SS, A super saint.


    - More to come ¨C


    ( Author: Literally the full name of the shorter version. :P exception being SS )


    Coming back to earth, a boy is playing Minecraft. With a smile on his face, he control his Minecraft Steve to put in the last needed block to finish creating his masterpiece. The master piece that took eight whole year to make.


    The boy name is senior or Seni for short. He had a black hair and a brown eye that seem to be black but in actuality isn¡¯t. His black hair has a hint of gold in it that seem to enchant the visage of his appeal and look. His looks can deemed to be above average in some country and outright super model in another country, depending on the culture of the said country. He is an eighteen years old boy, and currently he is determined to finish the project he himself promise to finish so that he could move on and focus mostly on his life and upcoming career.


    ¡® Fuu¡­. Finally finish. The portal that I created using the world as the canvas. With this done, maybe I can quit this game already. I explore everything I needed from it, certainly interesting while it last, so goodbye. ¡® Senior thought in his head.


    ¡® Now I just had to light up the portal, to see if the mod actually work. ¡® thought Senior, wondering if the suspicious mod he found randomly in the website will fulfill his unnoticeable thirst. The thirst to be free.


    It was said that with the mod that edit some part of the code, in theory it could teleport people to another world. Everyone believe that it was a hoax when it¡¯s first come out, but not Senior. His ten year old naivety inevitably fall for it, which make him promise to himself to finish the creation. Going as far as to hypnotize his mind, a method Senior found in the internet.


    With that said, Seni finally finish his self imposed quest. Readying to shut down his old and worn down computer, Seni reach out and touch the power panel and then light up the portal.


    However suddenly the computer emitted a bright light. The light that coming out of it is so bright that it blinded Seni eyes momentarily, and once said light is gone. Seni notices to his dismay that he is in a completely new place with a strange looking bar of the slot that is eerily similar to the Minecraft inventory slot in front of him.


    Prologue end.

 A house

    Chapter 1


    In the clearing of the forest, Seni stood in a lonely shadow of his. ¡¯ I should be shouting or having conflicting thoughts right about now, but I just felt free somehow. Didn¡¯t know freedom can be felt this way. The fragrance, the taste and the smell of wood¡­ Wait! Wood?¡¯, Seni thought before he look around, more carefully this time.


    Walking around the clearing, Seni notices that there is only tree here and beyond, nothing else. ¡¯ This sucks, how am I suppose to know where a civilization is? ¡¯ complain Seni in his mind.


    But seemingly like the gods had heard Seni preach, a map suddenly appears in front of him. ¡¯ That¡¯s cool! So it seem like my mod got transported with me, too bad I don¡¯t remember all of it. Just need to wait ironically for my impulse to trigger it I guess. ¡¯ thought Seni.


    ¡¯ let¡¯s see if I can infer anything with this cheats of mine. ¡¯


    Looking at the map, Sen notices that there is a pretty big city named Lindon north of here. With the destination decided, Sen heave a sigh of relief.


    ¡¯ Come to think of it, can I punch down a tree? Probably not but I will just first have to give it a try. ¡¯ thought ben, pondering the use of his ability.


    Moving up to the large thick tree, Sen send it a soft probing punch to test it¡¯s hardness. But noticing the appearing crack in the tree, Sen couldn¡¯t help but gasp. ¡¯ A test punch causes this? Impossible! ¡¯ thought sen dumbstruck.


    Being shock and stun evidently is not a good idea since the appearing crack seems to reform itself overtime. Noticing this, Sen didn¡¯t waste any more time and repeatedly tap the tree as fast as he could. Making a successful venture to harvest one-meter chuck of a tree under one seemingly impossible second before it collapses inward and almost onto sen, luckily missing by a margin.


    ¡¯ Note to self: physic is still applied here even if I defies it.. ¡± Sen thought but got lost in it when the wood he harvested didn¡¯t turn into a block but just a miniature version of the original trunk he took down.


    Seeing this, sen look at the collapse tree more intently and notice that there¡¯s a different section of cut mark on it, like someone cut it before. However, sen know why this phenomenon occur.


    It¡¯s my mod again, don¡¯t remember its name but supposedly it could take down the whole tree once you take out its bottom block or in this case the trunk base.


    Dawning in his realization, sen walks to the collapsed tree and unbelievably like a magnet to a metal, the wood flew to him faster than the naked eye could see.


    Sen instinctively guards his face but when he noticed that nothing happen, he let his guard down and check into his inventory by commanding it in his mind. ¡¯ inventory! ¡¯


    At the top left corner of sen inventory there it is, a six wooden block laying comfortably, not bother at all that it didn¡¯t follow the law of mass or physic.


    Picking it out and putting it in his hand, sen observes it. The wood seems to look normal with no hint of blocky texture to it that Minecraft supposedly needs to have.


    Throwing the wood into his two by two slot of crafting, sen expected wood plank to emerge from it, but he once is wrong yet again. Instead of wood plank, what comes out of it is a wooden block from Minecraft.


    Seeing this, Sen speculate that maybe you need to turn in a substitute for an item existing in Minecraft. However, didn¡¯t ponder for long, sen then put wooden plank into the crafting slot making a crafting table.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    The crafting table looks exactly like it suppose to, just like in Minecraft. With that, sen places the crafting table into the ground, taking up one meter of space in turn. Obviously, sen didn¡¯t physically place it, he just mentally order it to be placed down and it does. A cheating program it is.


    Walking up to the crafting table, Sen put the wooden plank on the top slot and the middle slot to create a wooden stick in the nine by nine crafting slot.


    Getting the stick, Sen try to swing with it and notice that it feel just like an extension of his arm. That he could fluently control it in any motion and angle.


    ¡¯ umm¡­ am I a stick master now? I guess that¡¯s right? Hahaha ¡¯ thought sen, founding it amusing.


    Anyway, Sen try to create a wooden axe and was successful. Using the axe to repeatedly tap a nearby tree, sen notice that it¡¯s goes quicker than usual.


    Taking the tree down easily and gaining ten more wood for use.


    ¡¯ I could potentially substitute item for a Minecraft one. Nice to know. Just want to know if I can actually use the item from real life to create something which didn¡¯t need to convert into Minecraft. ¡¯ thought sen, finding the idea worthy of test.


    With that in mind, sen used the real-life item and put it in a shape of an downside U in the crafting table, aiming to make a wooden helmet which should not be possible.


    However, there in the result bar is a wooden helmet and much to sen surprised look exactly what he thinks a real-life wooden helmet will look beforehand.


    ¡¯ So it now takes my imagination to create stuff. Maybe that¡¯s why a real life item could be substitute into a Minecraft wood since I imagine it to maybe happen that way. ¡¯


    ¡¯ I should have expected some mutation to occur. Since it is highly possible that my power took more information from the surrounding to supply more of its function. Not surprising really, considering that in Minecraft you could take and use any block existed in the world to create a possible combination of an item that the Minecraft world deem could create. In real life though, there is no limit of such as there is no code binding it down, making it technically have an impossible number of combination to create an item, using my imagination as the primary fuel.¡¯ Thought seni, excited at the prospect of creating anything if the combination is deemed appropriate.


    Never mind about that, let just build a house.


    One hour later~


    ¡± this is good. ¡± sent said, looking at his newly create a house.


    Four wood at the corner and roof, plank at the side, three windows in the middle of the side and a door pointing at north. A normal Minecraft house but had been realizing through reality making it actually look good contrast against its natural blocky appearance.


    In this one hour, seni realized that a Minecraft block is not useless per say. Because it could defies gravity and stay in the air. The power that real object lack.


    Mine craft block could obviously now become a circle or other variety of shape and size but sen leave it as such for simplicity.


    The thing to mention is that Minecraft block or item, in general, is indestructible unless you concentrate at one spot and hit it continually or else it will just recover with time.


    Sen didn¡¯t know it yet, but it would take a nuclear bomb to even make a crack in the wood he normally just need a few taps to break.


    After a long harvesting journey, sen become distressed on one single fact, his ability. It¡¯s good and all when you could break anything easily, but if he do encounter a human being, wouldn¡¯t that mean he couldn¡¯t touch them for the sake of keeping them safe?


    It¡¯s just like that one story of a man who can make anything gold, but with that power, he dooms himself since the food he eats and his wife become gold when exposed to his touch accidentally.


    Getting distressed, sen thought, ¡¯ can¡¯t I have an adventure mode or something similar? I bet I couldn¡¯t even wear a glove before it breaks into pieces from my all too powerful touch. ¡¯


    Just like the light in the sky, an option appear before sen vision. An option that allows sen to turn on adventure mode.


    ¡± Holy..¡± Sen couldn¡¯t help but spout out when he saw his savior and grace.


    Turning it on, sen touch a piece of wood closest to him in his house. The result? Nothing break and sen can now feel the smooth texture of the wood more carefully than before.


    ¡¯ This is great, good thing I install innumerable amount of mod back in my world. Just need time to find out some or most of it. Since I basically overload my computer with just mod alone making it near impossible for me to use it all. ¡¯


    ¡¯ But then again, I digest. Because I think I am technically an immortal now. Think about it, in Minecraft, no matter how many day or night past in there, Steve seems to never age. ¡¯ thought ben deeply, understanding more about his power.


    Well, since I have a house now, let¡¯s dig!


    Chapter 1: house

 Lord of crafter

    Lord of crafter


    ------- first person point of view: Sen ---------------


    I dig and dig. Deeper and deeper into the ground from the newly made house into the dark and cold abyss.


    I keep digging with my trusty wooden shovel in hand, which I make from my trusty crafting table. I sing along no matter the place, I sing my catchy song ¡¯ Hej Monika¡¯.


    I sing until my shovel break to bits and pieces and stop to look up at the tiny dot of light above.


    Currently standing at a one-meter wide hole, I look into my inventory and equip the ladder into my hotbar.


    Placing it on the wall near me, I goes up the tunnel I made. I have no fear digging this far since this supposedly ladder keep me stay afloat even if my hand is not connected to the ladder itself.


    A bizarre ability but I will make due with it.


    Getting higher and higher, I left my newly made hole and walk onto my crafting table to continued making a variety of tools.


    Such as using a cobblestone I got from my journey to make a furnace and using the furnace to make a charcoal by putting a wood at the two slot present on it, the bottom slot and the top.


    With the charcoal, I create a revolutionary item, an item that in my opinion is the most powerful in the game and have the highest potential of all if it is not restricted by the game itself.


    The item no longer restricted in this reality will shine through my hand, I vow internally at that. Then quickly rushing to the crafting table, I put a stick made from the wooden plank at the middle and readying my last needed item, I put the newly form charcoal at the top to create, YES!, a torch!


    Don¡¯t be laughing yet, this here in my hand is the most powerful energy source people can only hope to have. The fire it emit can be burn eternally if command, obviously right now it is close and unused for it can unlimitedly take and use all the oxygen that I may or may not need.


    Even if I said that the torch take all the oxygen, in fact even without oxygen it can still burn forever. Even in space using a mod in my past life proof that the torch can still burn healthily and brightly.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    With unlimited source of power in hand, I could potentially put it in my crafting table and create everything I so desire, but what is the fun in that? I rather keep it to make something fun or in time of emergency.


    In fact, as present in my last life, I still have a craftsmanship spirit burning passionately inside me. Using the world as a canvas to create what I so need and wanted. That is maybe why the world pick me especially, because it knew that I won¡¯t abuse this godly item I have in my hand.


    Walking out of the wooden door I look at the sun, knowing that my physique keep me safe from all harm and that my eye even when it is point blank near the sun in my last life couldn¡¯t be blind whatsoever.


    I don¡¯t even know if I need oxygen to live, but I don¡¯t want to test it because I can still theoretically drown as proof in my last life when Steve got inside a body of water.


    I know I could drown in a body of water and in space, but can I drown in earth when there is no oxygen around me?


    To be honest, I don¡¯t know. Steve could still be alive stuck in a place where fire burn all around him for hours on end.


    With fire, it will take all the oxygen from the environment so why can¡¯t Steve drown in it? I could only say game logic.


    This need to be test on a later time because the Minecraft system may indeed change when it integrate with reality.


    Just like Steve need to be in a land to not drown, the system may not know why Steve drown in the first place because it just follows the code it was order to set out to do. But now with it connecting to the reality itself, it have an uncanny chances to now know why and hopefully not change because of it.


    --- first person point of view End--------------------


    Sen walk out of the house to gather more wood and when afternoon comes he return to the house to continued making a supposedly underground base.


    Sen believe that the Minecraft block with it¡¯s innate ability to defy gravity, could hold a thousand kg of dirt and stone on it.


    A crazy and nonsensical idea for a realist but sen succeed at doing so.


    With a thousand meter wide wooden floor in all direction and a five meter length roof with Minecraft block supporting it. Sen makes the widest cave that could make other builders die in shame and jealousy if they even took a single glance at it.


    Feeling proud of his work, sen retired to his bed for the night. sleeping on the royal bed he simply created under a minute with no sweat. A bed that was made from the real world wood and stone.


    Because sen fear that if he ever makes a Minecraft bed, it could potentially force the time of the night to instantly change into a day, alerting unwanted attention from people all over the world.


    In this world sen never know if people can track him down and make him a guinea pig, so he feel like it was better to be safe than sorry.


    Drifting off to sleep, sen dreamt about conquering the world and create many interesting artifacts that will exist for millennia to come, with people all around portraying him as the lord of crafter.


    The dream that makes him start the journey, his very own. To become the ¡± Lord of crafter. ¡±


    End

 A plot surprisingly.

    Rousing awake from the blissful dream, Sen yawn. ¡± A beautiful dream. ¡±, he called out. Scurrying out of the King bed, Sen stretched his arm and leg.


    Jumping up a few time and doing some push-up, Sen determine that he is sufficiently awakes and is ready for the day.


    Sen then climbs up the ladder, going out of the ground area and into the surface floor, where his house is.


    Sitting on a chair, elbow resting on the table Sen contemplate. ¡¯ I need a plan, can¡¯t just be stuck here all day. ¡¯, Sen thought.


    Sen think until he got enlighten. ¡± I remember I had a minimap¡­ Open map! ¡± Sen said.


    Success! A full view map is open for Sen to see. Looking through the area Sen notices a weird phenomenon on a nearby city near him.


    ¡± Why is the desert connect with a forest? I missed my geography class but I am pretty sure that is not suppose to happen. ¡± Sen mutter underneath his breath.


    Well, let just make a car. Pulling out a crafting table from his inventory he mentally place it on the floor. Accessing the crafting table, Sen was present with a three by three slot that lead to another slot that seem to be the outcome.


    Putting in the wood in a plus sign, the middle of the plus sign is empty. Sen got a wooden wheel in return. Holding the wooden wheel that seem to be made for a horse carriage, Sen frown.


    ¡± I seem to be missing something about this¡­ Um. Oh! Why am I this stupid! Argg.. How the heck is the car supposed to work with tree everywhere! ¡± Sen said.


    ¡¯ I should get rid of the habit to talk to myself. ¡¯ Sen thought.


    ¡± Well, never mind i¡¯ll just make a jetpack. ¡±


    Using the crafting table, Sen put the slot on the far left and right with cobblestone. Then put a torch at the bottom of both the cobblestone, getting a jetpack in return.


    However it is not safe enough just yet, because the jetpack is missing a very important piece. A seat belt.


    To make a seat belt, Sen gather a lot of leaf from the outside and turn it into a Minecraft leaves block.


    Leaves block according to Sen seemed to be durable enough to be made into a seatbelt.


    Putting the leaves into the middle slot in the crafting table, Sen got a rope of leaves in return.


    Adding a stone to the rope, now the leaves seem to gain the hardness property of the rock while maintaining the elasticity it originally have.


    Adding the harden leave rope into the jetpack, now Sen have a seatbelt.


    To control the jetpack, Sen just made a button ( a single stone in any slot will be made into a button. ) then he put the button into the jetpack, making it now usable just like what its name says.


    [ Usable jetpack ]


    With the crafting done, Sen push the door and got outside. Selecting the jetpack and mentally telling himself to equip it, the jetpack was then equipped.


    Pressing the left button, the engine start and spout out compress air. Ready to head up into the sky, Sen jump and flew higher than what he expected.


    Maneuvering his jetpack to now go north, Sen accelerates and was able to go faster than the speed of sound, proven from the breaking of the sound barrier.


    Passing the many great fauna and flora, sen marvel at the view. Many trees and animal just interacting in a weird unpredictable way. Many chemical reaction and physiological reaction, every animal have that intersect to each other to create this grand forest, a forest worthy of a place where a legend born and this legend is on his way to the big city named Gon.


    Passing the border of the forest and into the desert, Sen search for any sign of life, however, he found none. Not even a scorpion that was fame for living in abundant at any desert.


    All Sen saw was death. The area was also completely silent to the point of being eerie.


    Continuing on his way north and after a second of traveling at a speed faster than sound, Sen finally saw a wall. A big, tall, great wall that carry some kind of catapult on top of it and a few amount of archer wearing a green hat that look just like link.


    Maneuvering to the gate facing east, Sen landed and greet the two guard that were present near the gate. The gate was twenty meter tall and twenty meter wide, with a sign that read GON CITY on top of it in gold plate.


    One of the guard on the right side of the gate called out to Sen. ¡± Halt! Pay a gold coin and we shall let you past if not then you have no business here. ¡±


    Hearing this Sen grimaced but proceed to introduced himself, ¡± My name is Sen, I been traveling for long and I just wanted to visit this beautiful looking city, no harms done right?¡±


    The guards reply, ¡± Umm.. Since we don¡¯t want to be rude, we shall introduced ourself. My named is valor and the guy on my left is name lore, we are from the core family, hence the name D.lore core. ¡±


    ¡± With respect, we don¡¯t want people in here, we are facing major crisis and money is not going to cut it for us, that is why the value drop and foreigner are expected to pay a gold coin to enter. ¡±


    Listening and gaining the idea of what is going on, Sen thought, ¡¯ So it is the desert after all huh? Maybe they are suffering from drought. This is not going to do! I can¡¯t just hear this and walk away, but what can I do?...... Got it! ¡¯


    While the inner monologue is going inside Sen head, Valor and Lore were just staring at Sen waiting for his reply.


    Valor is a petite, small male with muscular body, he was seen to be wearing gold armor and have a military style hat on his head. He also is carrying a large shield and blade that didn¡¯t seem to fit his stature and size at all.


    On the other hand, Lore is a¡­ Chubby man that seem to have some accomplish in sumo from the style he carry out and the way he walk. He was seen donning a leather armor with a dagger small for his size firmly clutch in both of his hand.


    Finally Sen break the silence, ¡± How about I will make it rain? Is that enough for me to gain an entry in here? ¡±, Sen asked in a questionable tone.


    Lore squint his cat eye and open his mouth, ¡± Are you the messenger of God? ¡±, Lore answer the question with another question.


    Thinking of the bizarre portal he made in his last life, the mystery of how it even works make some part of the brain in Sen believe that it may be god doing and hearing this question Sen couldn¡¯t help but reply, ¡± Probably. Most likely¡­ ¡±


    It seem that the reply was the right call because both Lore and Valor demeanor changed entirely, they began laughing and the small Valor couldn¡¯t help but pat a strong pat on Sen poor back.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    ¡± Welcome to our utopia in progress, City of Gon. ¡±, smiling said Valor while Lore was just behind him smiling the widest smile he could.


    Both of the guard lead Sen inside the city and into the platform in front of the gate. Lore reach out to sound the bell, and swinging it once.. Twice... And thrice.


    The sound can be hear throughout the city, calling out to people to gather up in front of the wooden platform that seem to be made from a majestic type of tree.


    The gather people waited wide eye for the announcement these guard are about to make. People didn¡¯t have to wait long as Valor open his mouth and stately said, ¡± We have the messenger of God here! All hope is not lost, God had sent help to us believer and practitioner of his art. So start praying and thank the God to the nine heaven for this beautiful opportunity he has given to us! ¡±


    Everyone under the platform kneel down on all four and start praying, some of the more irreligious group start thanking the God instead with the tell of ¡± Ohhh¡± and ¡± Ahh¡±.


    Everyone eye seem to hold hope in it and that hope was directed at Sen, making him giddy and uncomfortable from all the look he was getting.


    ¡± sir messenger Sen, could you please do the honor? ¡± asked Lore, happiness in his voice.


    With all of this happening, Sen couldn¡¯t help but think if there is a fake then what will happen to him for getting everyone hopes up but disappointing them in the end? ¡¯ Probably would die without a burial or bone remains. ¡¯ thought Sen, cringing at his own thought.


    Doing a dramatic dance that is half kungfu and half non-sense, Sen press the invisible air that have a box only visible by him. The box that controls the weather and was the mod Sen added to prevent weather from annoying him


    when he is building his portal to here.


    Instantly rain start to fall and hide the tears of the population for being save and being able to see this type of amazing scene in their boring everyday life.


    Leaving the crying people alone, Valor and Lore lead Sen to their respective home. After ten minutes of walking, Sen saw a big mansion up ahead and look questionable at the guards, ¡± Who owns that place if you don¡¯t mind me asking? ¡± Sen asked.


    ¡± Us. ¡± Valor simply replied.


    Sen remain calm after hearing that in the surface but inside he was questioning the world in its entirety, ¡¯ Where am I? What is he? Who is what? What is where? Did I just see a bird? I think I just hear him said he own the place¡­ Not discriminating the guards, but a person this rich and influential take on the role of the city guard? Where they can just enjoy their life and not bother with anything? What has this city comes to? Are they a saint in disguised? ¡¯ Sen thought puzzlingly confuse by the event that transpired.


    Getting into the luxurious mansion and onto the living room, Valor ask Sen to seat on the sofa and then he sit facing Sen, with Lore sitting on his own personal chair that he seem to just get it out of the flesh you know.. He had.


    The weird scene intrigued yet horrified Sen no small amount but eventually he calms down.


    ¡± So here¡¯s your payment for all the goods you did for the village. ¡± Valor suddenly said, pushing a slab of bag that seems to contain gold coin in front of Sen.


    Seeing this Sen frowned and replied matter of factly, ¡± I help because I wanted to and not because of personal wealth so please don¡¯t degrade my intention by pricing my goodwill. ¡±


    Hearing the reply, Valor pull back the stash of holding, open it and dump some type of rock out of it. ¡± Sorry sir, please don¡¯t be mad, we just wanted to test to see if there is any faker misusing our God name and didn¡¯t mean to degrade your good, kind intention at all! ¡±


    Valor said respectfully with Lore nodding his head back and forth in the background.


    Unclenching his brows, Sen replied, ¡± Don¡¯t worry about it! I forgive you as the God has forgiven all mankind countless of time. ¡± However after saying that Sen flinch. ¡¯ I may make a mistake here, because this world religion may be significantly different than us. Oops.


    ¡± That¡¯s a new pearl of wisdom! I couldn¡¯t help but agree with what the God says totally! If we couldn¡¯t forgive then there will be countless war and finally the extinction of human kind! As expected of him, the one above all, the strongest and the person I put my whole faith in. ¡± said Valor, putting Sen out of a clinch.


    ¡¯ Never mind then. ¡¯, thought Sen underestimating how different it is from this world religion and his old world religion.


    ------- Sen point of view -------


    Umm, I never expected that the God they worship need to be a label ¡± the strongest. ¡± but I guess I could understand, people often associate strength with power and power create awe and respected. I am also pretty sure that no one is going to worship a weak God that didn¡¯t have the prospect of punishing the evil or any that commit sins.


    It really tell that people respected strength. In my last life there are people that admit that they are weak and those that says they are strong. People usually respect the former because they have the strength in them to admit the weakness that all human have, even I do but I embraced it since it is not a thing that I could change. The later though, said that they are strong to up their self esteem and turn the truth and fact away that they are weak. These type of people usually can¡¯t improve themselves for the better because they can¡¯t accept who they are as a person and even those that change usually realise that they needed to accept who they are so that they can aim for their goal factoring in those personality of theirs.


    All I am saying is that everyone got a flaw and the ability to admit that is power in itself, unlike those who stay ignorant all their life because they refuses to accept their bad side. I got to admit that humanity do have a lot of bad side to them, but no matter how dark it is just accepted it and embrace it, people who don¡¯t usually go crazy because they are not monitoring the bad side they have, making room for it to grow unnoticed until it is too late and you realizes the monster you become.


    I can tell you right now that I absolutely hate pain and I am a total coward, but since I know that I knew that it is now a part of me where I could now partially control it, making it possible for me to show some determination in face of pain and even self-sacrifices.


    I am not proud of some of the moment I have with my self ¨C sacrifices as it involve me going into a fit of rage and with the intense emotion that could exploded my head, I usually take it on my self by punching the wall or hitting my head on it instead of hitting other people. But I know that the through that mental process, I was able to avoid hurting someone even if it is ugly. I keep telling myself that at that moment I have to breathe and stay calm like I usually does, but all seem to be fruitless since it keep repeating itself so instead of ignoring the fact that I can¡¯t control myself and being stubborn that I can stay calm, I chooses to accept the truth.


    Being able to accept that fact will change how you think regarding problem from trying different technique that doesn¡¯t succeed at making me calm, I could now find a way to avoid those situation. Making a leap in progress regarding that problem. I also consider going to a hospital to check if I had any sort of mental illness, which people who did have one usually don¡¯t think they do and that was causes their death and pain.


    Did I go to the doctor? No, I was suppose to go in another week but now I am here, stuck in a world that have low to none health care, but hey! Let not underestimate this world since it do in fact have magic after all and how do I know? Because in front of me is a freaken talking cat that spouts fire! I kid you not, a burning, hot, crimson fire!


    ¡± Meow! New face here huh? My wonderful master. ¡± said the burning cat, licking her or his arm and playing with a ball of fire it creates.


    Got to be jealous of the cat that could entertain itself. I smirked.


    ¡± Master~ can I leave? This guy is creeping me out with his smirked and he is not my type. ¡± said the cat again, with the wide eye, and staring at valor.


    ¡±¡­ ¡±, Valor.


    ¡­


    Well, that just happen. From the ¡± small ¡± information I gather here, it seem like¡­ This cat can inter breed, can it? I don¡¯t know but I heard cat is quite playful and it may be totally joking. Obviously now that I said that, it is the rule of world to trip me in my word and make me regret even saying that monologue in my MIND!


    ¡± So umm.. Yeah. Don¡¯t mind him, he is special you see.. ¡± said Valor.


    ¡± Yes I am special! You are not my type but I will make an exception, so come here and ride me. ¡± Said the cat, facing to me and occasionally taking a peek at his master with the look of ¡¯ Can I keep him? ¡¯ If that is even a look, but you get what I mean.


    Anyway! I didn¡¯t think that this world will be 18+ this fast and in the weirdest way. I just hope that the cat just mean something innocently with his word, Oh, I just couldn¡¯t help but put myself into a hole ain¡¯t I? Just magnificent!


    ¡± Hey flamiola, what did you mean by ride? ¡± Asked valor, genuinely confused.


    ¡± You are too young for that, wait till you stop drinking milk before I tell you. ¡± said the cat, with his twisted smile.


    Hearing this I couldn¡¯t help but chuckle.


    He is too young? A thirty years old looking man being too young? How about me? I am just eighteen, thank you very much. Wait, I shouldn¡¯t assume something so confidently, I especially hate that trait but I am also hypocritically doing it right now. Whatever, I¡¯ll asked for self development.


    ¡± So.. Valor how old are you? ¡± I asked


    ¡± Me? I am fifteen ¡± answered valor.


    OH SHIE¡­¡­ What? Seriously why can¡¯t the world be at least a little bit normal in term of the law of whatever it is¡­ Age? Time? I will just called it common sense, the law of common sense. Why can¡¯t it be normal? ( Author: Because you said so. * wink * * wink * )


    ----------- End of one point of view -----------


    Oblivious to the author comment, Sen continued to rant on and on. Until his mind just couldn¡¯t hold up and ended up having a headache.


    ¡± Sir messenger are you alright? That rain calling dance must have taken a toll on you, if you don¡¯t mind then please stay in my humble abode, I do not accept no by the way¡­. Ok, no answer mean you agreed! Men, bring the messenger to the best V.I.P room! ¡± said Valor eyeing the butler dangerously.

 the introduction of an old friend

    ¡±Yes sir¡±, the unknown butler replied.


    Then two black shirt handsome men come into my view and introduce themselves.


    ¡±Am bard¡±, the butler to my right.


    ¡±Am heart¡± the butler to my left.


    Bard is a tall man with a red bow tie and a white clean polish shoes.


    Heart is a medium size man with pink tie and pink shoes.


    He probably had a pink panties too, I thought in my mind.


    They led me out of a wooden door and into the long hallway that has an innumerable number of room.


    Leading me to the room 303 with a golden door they stop.


    ¡±Here is your room, and here¡¯s the key¡± Heart curtly said.


    Heart hand over me a golden key with some kind of crystal in the middle of it.


    ¡±What is this?¡±, pointing at the crystal, I ask.


    ¡±Oh, it¡¯s a magic crystal, you can put mana into it and the door will open for you.¡±, Bart answer


    ¡±Then why do you need a key then?¡±, I questioned.


    ¡± For extra security.¡±, This time heart answer.


    Ok. Even I agreed that you need as much security you can for your well being, but how does having two different way to open the door consider as security?


    ¡± So if you need anything just call us, we have a tellmagic phone in the room, now have a good day. ¡±, harmonizing both Heart and bart said it at the same time.


    They been practicing I can tell.


    Then heart and bart walk away, leaving me alone in front of the room.


    Let¡¯s see here.. Now they did say something about mana, but how those even work?


    Pressing on the crystal with my thumb, I expected something to happen.


    When nothing did, I sigh.


    ¡± Well, the hard way I guess. ¡±, I mutter.


    Putting in the key into the door knob, I twisted it and open the door, making a squeaking sound.


    Getting inside the room I breathe in the fresh smell of perfume, a lotus kind that soothes my soul.


    ¡± Nice atmosphere, I am pretty lucky to have this room. ¡± I said relief.


    Laying down on a two meter bed that have white blanket and bouncy surface, I contemplate about my new ability.


    There is many thing I wanted to try with my new power in mind, but some of them I don¡¯t really wanted to try, like respawn. I don¡¯t know if I am able to respawn and even if I was able to, will I still remain in this world or will the system create a minecraft world for me to respawn to. So that idea is out.


    Another one I wanted to try is custom npc mod, I wanted to know if I am able to create a conscious life being, if so then are they control by the system or are they independent? Heck! I don¡¯t even know if I am control by the system, if my life is not the one I am living but a block of script that instructed me to.


    Ok ok, lets tone it down, don¡¯t want to be negative here. So firstly I will try the custom npc.


    ¡± Open interface npc ¡±, I said.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Then it open in front of me


    It consist of a simple:


    Name


    Appearance


    Function


    That¡¯s it.


    ¡± Wait, why doesn¡¯t it remain the same as the mod before? ¡± I said confused.


    Maybe, the possibility to create life overwhelm the system and now the mod change. So maybe if I could respawn, there is an unlikely chance that the system could create an unlimited universe for me, making it just respawn me in this world. That¡¯s great to know. I smirked.


    So let¡¯s see, I wanted to create a¡­ A¡­. I don¡¯t know, a dog? Ok a dog.


    Let name it Pup


    And it¡¯s appearance? A cute, small zombified dog. Lol.


    Function? Loyal to the owner, I am the owner. It have life, it is intelligent and smart for a dog at least. It have the power to never die, never age, never bored, never feel pain, and a system where it can evolve and grow indefinitely.


    Clicking ok, a small, green and kawaii dog appear in front of me. It is the size of two foot.


    Holding the dog up into my arm I introduced myself


    ¡± Hey partner, I am sen your new owner. ¡± I smugly said.


    It replied with a wolf and lick my face.


    By the way, I didn¡¯t notice this before but it smell very badly and its lick is so disgustingly sticky and smelly making me almost puke, actually I might have to puke now. I¡¯ll be right back.


    Ten minutes later,


    Getting back into my room, I saw the dog laying down at the same spot, unmoving.


    Doesn¡¯t it become bored or anything? Well, I guess not because it doesn¡¯t have the ability to feel bored, stupid me.


    ¡±Let¡¯s edit it¡¯s function, don¡¯t know if I can though. Edit!¡±, I said.


    The interface of Pup appear in front of me, and then I added never smell to the many function the dog had. Pretty op.


    Crouching down next to the dog, I rub it head and try to smell it. No smell, that¡¯s great.


    ¡±I don¡¯t know if people will put me in a cross and burn me because I create life, need to keep it a secret in front of other at least because when no one is present then I can enjoy this, hehehe. Which is now.¡±, I said gleefully.


    Let¡¯s see, what do I wanted to create, there¡¯s a lot of option here. How about Steve? Wait! No. How about my friend from another world covert into a Minecraft player? Because when I think about it, the system doesn¡¯t have an ability to create a universe, it just materialize because of the immense energy I use to teleport here. Energy can do anything man.. But basically I was still in the same reality as earth.


    Now I can¡¯t just randomly pull someone out of their family because of my selfishness, how about I create a body that connect to his computer in term of an game program that he have to open at least once and through that program, he can control the body.


    Now with that idea, how can he control the body to a finest degree with a computer screen?


    ...


    Maybe I can just added a semi life or an artificial intelligence to control all the aspect of the body that couldn¡¯t be control by the computer, so that my friend could just use wsad key and a mouse to control everything perfectly. The Ai and the semi-intelligence depending on the situation will make the mouse activate different thing. That¡¯s great. It should work.


    Open interface!


    Name: Dinarsan


    Appearance: Dark-skin, have perfect body and horn, handsome, incubus.


    Function: Have a semi-life and a Ai that harmonize the body and control it in a way that make it possible to control the body with any technology my friend Din is going to use, if not possible then subtlety change the technology to make it fit the purposes. The body is attach to Din spiritually, and any device he use will be able to control the body. Force Din to control the body once.


    Done, I rub my hand with anticipation.


    Clicking done I saw a body appear in front of me that have a some of Din trait. The difference is that the body is a million time more handsome than the original with a good body and a little big brother to boot.


    ¡± I am not homo, but I can¡¯t stop staring at his pack. ¡± I said.


    Looking around for a cloth to cover him, I found absolutely nothing, except the necessity.


    ¡± I can cheat this once right? Because I am lazy to find him shirt to wear. ¡± I said to no one in particular.


    Pressing edit, I added a full gothic black shirt for Din and just like that, I fix the problem, easy.


    ¡± Now all I got to do is wait. For a second. ¡± I predict.


    Just like what Sen said, Din suddenly opens his eyes.


    ¡± What game is this and why is the graphics so damn good? ¡± Din utter, awe in his voice.


    ¡± Hey man, nice to see you again. ¡±, I playfully said.


    Hearing me, Din turn around and look.


    ¡± The heck, you been missing and I have wonder where you gone, but here you are at this game. So what is it? ¡±, Din asked.


    ¡± Firstly, I got teleported, secondly, this is not a game at least for the people of this world and thirdly, I make it possible for you to control this character as a Minecraft player. ¡±, I explain.


    ¡± Minecraft? I am quitting this then. ¡±, Din stately said.


    ¡± Wait wait wait, help me man! ¡± I shout in a hurry.


    ¡± Fine, so how do you play? ¡±, Din asked.


    ¡± I don¡¯t know, I suppose it will tell you? ¡±, I ask.


    ¡± There is nothing. I can walk though with wsad but I don¡¯t know other key. ¡± Din exclaimed.


    ¡± Try pressing Esc ¡± I suggest.


    Din press Esc silently and check.


    ¡± Ok I understand now, but there is a lot of combination here. I needed to press H+Shift+O+Space just to jump, and trust me there is a lot more combination. ¡± Din replied, grim in his tone.


    ¡± Oh, sorry let me make it simple for you, Edit.¡± I said.


    + Added make it very simple and easy for din to play.


    ¡± It is a lot easier now, ok let¡¯s go, I will carry you. ¡±, Din said.


    ¡± Nah, I got better parkour skill than you. ¡±, I said.


    ¡± Whatever. ¡±, Din replied.

 The dark side

    Going out of the second-floor room through the window, Din jump down and all sen can do was to stare at his friend peculiarly. You got to know that even though Sen is physically strong and his vitality is unprecedented, he will still be hurt from jumping out of a second-floor mansion because, in essence, he is a normal guy with the ability of Minecraft, that seem to be brokenly overpowered.


    Steeling his resolve, Sen clenched his teeth and jump out, landing with a default Minecraft Steve ¡¯ Oh! ¡¯ sound that he made when damage. Looking at his health bar, it seem to knock out only half a health so with relief, Sen quickly follow his friend who find messing with him a fun activity.


    However, no matter how fast or long Sen ran, he couldn¡¯t catch up at all so he stop. Looking at the silhouette getting further and further away, Sen got out his crafting table and laid it in front of him. Using leaf to create a makeshift string and a pair of shoes then combining both to create a Nike wannabe. Putting in the torch and another piece of leaf, Sen create a jet boot and like what it sound, it act like a jet pack that spill combust air out of the shoes and effectively increases Sen speedy assault.


    Equipping it on, Sen now just let the boot do all the work and leisurely pass Din who have a dumbfounded expression on his face from seeing that. What Sen didn¡¯t consider, however when making the boot is a stop button or a break so Sen face planted into a wall that took five of his heart.


    After getting up, Sen touch and rub his face to check if anything happen, but to his relief nothing happen to it. The system was just too powerful to allowed that to happen, in game or here.


    Still stuck in his mind, Sen saw a smooth and fair hand reach out to him which he instinctually hold and absentmindedly did a hand shake. ¡° You win man, I got to go to school now so when I have time I will join, and maybe you could create a cheats for my body since you could edit it, Cya.¡±, said Din.


    ¡° Ok, when are you coming? ¡°, ask Sen.


    ¡° In three days or so.. ¡°, answer Din, embarrassingly.


    ¡° But why? ¡° ask Sen again.


    ¡° Because I notice that when I play, the time outside goes ten time slower, so seven times ten is seventy hour, twenty four hour is a day, meaning that it would at least take three days to come back, I am sorry. ¡° replied Din, voice weak and tired.


    ¡° Don¡¯t be, I can fix that with time, just go enjoy school. ¡° said Sen who doesn¡¯t seem sad and taking pleasure in his friend trouble.


    Hearing that, Din visibly brighten, knowing that what he said didn¡¯t hurt his friend too badly. ¡° Ok see ya. ¡° said Din in a casual tone. With that he left and his avatar disappeared, leaving only a message ¡® Din has left ¡® behind.


    With Din gone, Sen walk into the market he pass by earlier.


    Right now I got only wood and leave that is restricting my creativity, maybe if I can get a good material, I could fixed the problem of speed and combat prowess, Sen thought. Even though Sen could punch down a tree, in a combat however, he could only do half a health worth of damage equivalent to jumping off a second story building which in truth couldn¡¯t do much to the master out there.


    Aiming to be strong and trying to fix the problem at hand, Sen enter the market nearby. What he notice surprisingly is that the market was clean and smell nice, unlike the market at his hometown. It also have a neat row of a beautifully decorate stall left and right of him, everyone seem to be rich which painted an odd logic in this broken down land. The people here seem to be high class from the dress they wear and exude arrogance and elegance every step of the way, the place is not pack nor crowded, having sufficient breathing room for everyone.


    Thinking no further, Sen walk and take a peek here and there in the closest store. Sen found many painting of decent value, a statue of grandmaster and even a rock made dildo. Wait.. They use rock? To to. Never mind, I got to get out of here fast. Seeing the statue of that, Sen no longer wanted to view the shop in risk of tainting his mind and look elsewhere entirely.


    Walking along the path and taking a glimpse at every stall and shop, Sen was reminiscing about the past where his now deceased mother use to take him to view the market and how he thought it to be hell on earth back then. He also remember his mother buying a live fish and releasing it out into the wild along with him for good karma and luck.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    My mom and I are a really superstition bunch, but karma prove itself too many time to disregard its existence from happening, so it was fine and we were proud to believe in it. Not to mention that in my mom hometown country, people there believe in every supernatural story and like to be involve in it. People who are a good business man exploited our behavior and culture for profit. Work out for them I guess since our culture is basically consist of countless superstition and story.


    Stopping in front of a store with a sign on top reading, ¡° Material ¡° in an unknown language, Sen walk in. However, Sen retraced his step backward and look intently at the sign again. Why can I read it? So bizarre, Sen thought. Contemplating, Sen finally figure why. It seem that my setting is in English and go figure that the system will make everything readable for me, Sen thought yet again.


    Figuring it out, Sen try a second time to enter the store and once he is inside, Sen could smell a faint yet arousing perfume permitted throughout the store. In the store situate a counter in the middle with a middle age male at the back rubbing his hand together absentmindedly.


    Probably he don¡¯t have anything to do other than bargaining and serving people, that he unconsciously display the trait most common found in anime business man, Stereotypical, Sen thought. Walking to the counter making of an unknown gold-red material, Sen cough twice to get the attention of the business man.


    Woken up of his stupor, the merchant turn around and face Sen smilingly but once he saw that it was just a kid no older than twenty that didn¡¯t have the air and arrogance as other wealthy individual, the merchant assume that it was probably a person trying his luck with his store. Guffawing chillingly, the merchant state, ¡° We don¡¯t accept bargain for a weak kid, get your stinky butt out and try another store. ¡°


    Hearing this, Sen grew mad. He didn¡¯t even say or do anything to this gentleman.. No a minor villain, but got judge at by him, Sen didn¡¯t know what the man see in him to say as such but he couldn¡¯t take this provocation lying down and he plan to resolve it in an evil sneaky way, hehehe. ¡®I am going to make him regret and waste his time, Hohoho.¡¯, Sen thought in his mind.


    Pulling out the boot he create sneakily out of his back from the inventory, Sen present it in front of the merchant with a bright respectful smile. ¡° Sir, how about a trade? This is a high quality boot solely use to massively boost a person speed many fold. I won¡¯t charge much, just one item I found good to my eye and you can gain a fortune later on from selling this. ¡° ask Sen trying to entice the merchant.


    ¡° And why should I believe what a poor person like you have to say, I saw this tactic as much as the star in the sky, so tell me what is it that is so special about this situation that I didn¡¯t see from countless other trying to scam me? ¡° ask the merchant, a frown etch to his face.


    ¡° The thing that is different from my product is that my product is true and I am honest about it. I could even show that it work right now. ¡° answer Sen.


    ¡° please do. ¡°


    Wearing the boot that was now equip with a stop button manually, Sen is set in his position and once a signal was sent from the merchant, he activated the boot and punch a hole through the store ¡° Accidentally ¡°.


    Seeing that it is actually is what the beggar said, the merchant put back his smiling and tame fa?ade. Moving fast to Sen, the merchant immediately complied with the request. What he didn¡¯t know however, is that Sen was just trying to mess with him and wouldn¡¯t trade the boot, effectively wasting his time and hurt the merchant pride once he say that the goods doesn¡¯t come into his eye. Then the merchant will have to think about his life choice when a man he consider poor regarded his product as trash and unworthy.


    Thinking about the outcome, Sen couldn¡¯t help but grin playfully at that and walk with the merchant to the underground where the material is supposedly place. Inside the room after closing the door, Sen notices that it get eerily silent and desolate. The merchant noticing the nervousness in his client said, ¡° Don¡¯t worry, it is just a countermeasure for when the product make too much noise that it interrupted other people businesses. ¡°


    What the merchant said however, make Sen feel a chill down his back and more tense. ¡® What do he mean by loud, or they? ¡®, thought Sen. ¡® I just wanted to buy more material to use, why does it seem like I am conducting an illegal transaction? ¡®.


    Opening the second door that lead downward, Sen could hear people moaning incessantly coming from the bottom of the stair, a moan of pleasure? That seem to be a man and a women voice. Getting the idea of what is going on and what the sign ¡° Material ¡° meant, make Sen heart turn cold. Distress he brace himself for the scene he will see down below and what will become of him from seeing the dark side of this world.


    To be continued¡­

 The merchant king

    The deep and dark truth lies ahead, sen shiver uncontrollably underneath the cloak of darkness. Deeper and deeper he goes down, an innumerable stair and the weaken violet light, he knew, Sen knew that what he will see can, no.. Will Effect him. From birth he was apathy and cold, he suffer from tunnel vision, and didn¡¯t know the hidden part of people, until it unveils itself closely to him at his domain.


    But now, it is coming to him directly, pouncing and eating him entirely. He feel more cold and desolate the further he goes, no longer carefree or free as he once was. The stair goes unending down deeper, unknown the time will fate arrive, Sen brain suffer again from tunnel vision. He have the power to avoid it, to destroy it, but fear make him forgot that he is no longer a weak passing background character.


    Finally the light changes to red, but the moans of pleasure grew more distinct and vivid, no longer whispering underneath Sen ears, it now speak to him directly face to face. The merchant open the last barrier against him and them, a barrier that weakly defend the pandora box that Sen is about to see.


    The merchant goes inside, still broking the view but Sen follow soon after, eyes tightly shut and close.


    ¡± Hello sir, here is the product you ask for. ¡±, the merchant said. At that moment in Sen ear, it seem like a devil speaking to him. To make him open his eyes and stare at the abyss, to consume Sen soul and turn him into one of them, a monster.


    However, Sen open his eyes, fear tightly groping him and he see. He see..


    A television broadcasting an XXX scene.


    Sen stare wide eye at it and then point at it and ask the merchant, ¡± What is that? ¡±, Sen obviously knows what it was, but he couldn¡¯t help but ask.


    The merchant look at where Sen pointed and grew warily. ¡± Sir, I found this version hornyMagi in a ruin and it is a priceless artifact, I am sorry but I won¡¯t be trading that material to you. It is because it is not bound by price and mark the true manhood for any male chancing upon it. It up the ability to conquer every women in the world¡­ In bed. ¡±, the merchant replied, proudest in his voice.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    ¡± I mean the thing that is showing the horn.. Whatever it is, what is it called?¡±, Sen question the merchant again.


    The merchant give a strange look to Sen and replied, ¡± Sir, I don¡¯t know which rock you climb up from but this is a Netshow. The net part of the name come from how it made, many invisible and immortal vibrating string form a net throughout the world and create a place where we can be updated about the many news and disaster happening. Everyone have it, obviously with different clarity depending on the price. ¡±


    Hearing this, Sen concluded that this world television is just like earth and may be make with the same concept as prove by ¡± An invisible vibrating string. ¡± The clarity part seems to be talking about the quality of the television like 720HD or 1028HD. I don¡¯t really know but it do seem that way. Finishing the monologue, Sen scan his surrounding and found that there is many television showing da o different scene of xxx, you get what I mean.


    ¡± Umm¡­ So is this it? One type of material? ¡±, Sen prob to see if the merchant got any more product that he may be interested in. Don¡¯t misunderstand, he will still not buy it but it doesn¡¯t say that he can¡¯t take it.


    ¡± Sir, we got much Material as you can see here, a collection worthy of a true man! Take your pick slowly, you have time. ¡±, this time the merchant said while smiling.


    Hearing that, Sen now truly understand what ¡±MATERIAL¡± means, but of course, he still feels bad, falling for such a trick made by the world. He should have known that television exists from the moment when he heard that his room have a telematic phone or whatever it called, didn¡¯t really pay attention to it. But he should have known, now he regret not paying attention to it.


    Looking at the merchant who still smile brightly, Sen feels anger. The merchant was 1.8 meter tall with a look of Persian male to him, but right now Sen doesn¡¯t care about that, he feel duped. Why have I come here? To prank him of course and now what? He got unintentionally prank by him. He knew that he shouldn¡¯t be mad, but the bottle up of fear and despair he felt when going down to the deep darkness said otherwise, that he is angry and revenge will come!


    Opening his mouth, Sen said, ¡± What is this Trash? I COME HERE FOR A BETTER MATERIAL, BUT IS THIS ALL YOU CAN GIVE ME? THAT HORN OR WHATEVER IT IS DOESN¡¯T EVEN COME TO MY STANDARD. WHY DON¡¯T YOU SELL TO DIRT INSTEAD!!! ¡±, huffing and puffing from shouting, Sen continued.


    ¡± I am not TRADING And I don¡¯t recommend others too! You are a fake man, go cry in a CoRNER or something. ¡± knowing that he have said too much out of anger, Sen realizes what he had just said, and try to redeem the situation by giving the merchant the jet shoes and then said, ¡± You can have it for free, I am going. ¡±


    With that said, Sen quickly left knowing that the next day after he would be blacklisted by the store. But he doesn¡¯t care, he continued to walk. ¡¯ What done is done, I sow enough enmity for today. ¡¯, thought sen in his mind.


    The merchant just stay there rooted in his spot, with a dumbfounded expression in his face. The Jet shoes lays clumsily by his side.


    The merchant pick up the shoes, looking at it with a profound meaning in his eyes, he walk onto a near by table and open the drawer. In the drawer located a neat empty glass box.


    The merchant open the box and put the shoes in it. Silence past in his room, he look up and whisper.


    What he whisper was, ¡± Thank you boy, I, crane will make it to the top. ¡±


    With a newly lit passion in his eyes, crane swore to himself to improve, to not fail Sen expectation in him and become the King Of Merchant. Crane the Persian guy start his journey to the top and this time he will never give up!


    To be continued.

 Mom, I am alive.

    Crane story


    *pant* *pant* ¡±Don¡¯t give up, we are almost there. Just hang on for a bit longer and we are out to freedom. ¡±, An unknown man said.


    Footstep echoed, bounce and remain. The squishy sound of shoes colliding with wet floor permit throughout the area.


    *pant* why am I here? How did this happen?


    The sound of rush footstep continues on, unending.


    I chose this.. Why did I? An upcoming star in the market world, why?


    Oh.


    I remember.


    Underneath the countless sound of a footstep, a new sound never there before faded in.


    ¡± Crane! Why are you crying? We are almost there, it is going to be alright. We can have a happy life, just you and me. ¡±, a beautiful voice, a caring voice ask.


    ¡± Its *sniffle* nothing, I just remember about it. You don¡¯t have to worry. ¡±, replied Crane.


    The footstep continued unending, never-ending.


    ¡± stop thinking about it. Don¡¯t you remember the promise we made? Ah.. Never mind about that, look we reach the end. ¡±, an excited voice with intense beauty and grace replied.


    The exit with light showing through, reveal a woman in her thirty and crane with countless other in ragged clothing. The one leading wore a purple robed with a countless hole in them.


    The man wearing the robe wave, gathering everyone attention and said, ¡± We reached the end of our cooperation, so separate! ¡±


    A simple sentences, quick and not a trace of waste in ordering. People separated via mass to many different unknown locations, some even fly out and soar to the sky, leaving just two people behind, crain and a middle age women.


    The women who were talking with crane earlier wear a veil covering her face and wore a black, tight kimono on her.


    She is two-meter tall, a very high height without a high heel. She exudes a weak and timid aura, but contrast strongly against her visible muscle under her kimono.


    ¡± Why don¡¯t you take off that veil? You know that I love you and that it won¡¯t bother me at all. ¡±, suddenly, out of nowhere, Crane said.


    The women lift her hand up and touch her face and replied, visibly dejected, ¡± I know that you will still love me, hun, but I just can¡¯t get used to it. ¡±


    Crane ran up and hug her, surprisingly pulling her up.


    ¡±Ahh¡±, the women brush crimson underneath her veil.


    ¡± My only love, Treasure, a name that vividly describes my passion for you. ¡±, Crane said.


    He goes in for the kiss, but a hand stops him.


    ¡± We can¡¯t do this yet, maybe. Later? Ok? I will let you do anything. ¡±, After saying that, treasure brush, even more, her face a red tomato.


    ¡± Ok, darling. ¡±


    The both of them hold hand and then fade away, leaving the underground area they come out from and the city surrounding it. The night darkens even more and a three-figure appear in the spot where Crane disappears.


    ¡± Report. We found SlaveKing and others refugee, requesting orders. ¡±, one of the unknown figures said, voice can¡¯t be identified, gender neutral.


    The transmitter buzz a little and then a strong, vicious voice came from the other side.


    ¡± Kill on sight, left one alive for interrogation. ¡±, then the call shut.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    The figure under the moonlight disappears, leaving behind silence in its wake.


    The man talking through the transmitter is now sitting down in his chair smoking big cigarettes with his leg on top of a luxurious table. ¡± Crane, you will never escape. Mark my word, Hehehehe Hahaha.. ¡±, the man said out loud to no one in particular, and broke down laughing for ten minute straight.


    ¡± Hehe¡­ *pant* I will get my hand on you, and when I do. Hehe ¡±, the man said yet again.


    Inside the room, laughter continued on. An empty cup lay by the man side, with the logo [HoneyMoon] on it and a countless collection of artifact and goods.


    Next to that room, however, is another room with dimly lit light. Showing a partial hint of a person face and limbs hidden under the shadow, lock in a cage. A continuous sound of droplet help intensifies the sorrow and despair in the room. One of the cages with enough light, shows a young girl no older than ten years old crying silently in the cage, bound by many ropes on her hand and a collar on her neck. Her face spot a large scar, and one of her eyes missing from her socket. She whispers inaudibly.


    What she whispers is, ¡±Mama. Please come back *sob* I am not dead, I am alive, I am alive! So please come back and take me with you. Please. Come back to me, *sob * ¡±


    The girl break down and continued to cry. The uneven gasp of breath, and the crack in her voice seem to tell us something more, darker.


    --


    Coming back to the present.


    Sen just got out of the store, and without stopping continued to walk on. Occasionally, something will peek Sen interest, and he will sneakily take it with him. It is not called ¡° Stealing ¡° if no one knows about it, Sen reassure himself. Right now, Sen is broke with zero value to his name and his pocket.


    The experience, however, dealing with the merchant give Sen some idea on how to become rich.


    Obviously, if he is just an ordinary person who didn¡¯t come from the future, then this idea will be a total train wreck, but he is not a normal and certainly come from the future, meaning he had some idea of business sense in him that will prove more advantageous than others in the business.


    With that said, he had to invent something subtle. Not too outrageous, just unique and magical. If he can do that then¡­ we talk about that in the future.


    Walking through the neat market, looking about. Sen ¡®pick¡¯ off some fish, carrot, and fruits. Planning ahead to try to make some food, Minecraft Edition. Sen also gently pick up some self-proclaim magical pills, after looking around cautiously for a sign of people. It all goes smoothly that it makes Sen nervous, but also thankful.


    Getting out of the market, Sen is swirling a wine drink in his hand and wearing a black sunglasses on his face. ¡° Mo, I should do this more often.¡±, Sen said. Feeling ecstatic about his newfound ability or glitch perhaps. Sen found that whatever he equip is easily control and that he master it, takes example on the stick. Sen create a stick and become a stick master, remember? So with this newfound exploit, all Sen got to do is find any glove to wear and wala! He can control his hand fluently! Obviously, the glove restricts some of his hand movement, but it doesn¡¯t matter because it works better than when using normal hand to steal¡­ I mean to own.


    Taking off his glove, Sen kept it in his inventory. ¡° I will miss you. ¡°, he said while wiping sweat out of his eyes. Wait, do Steve even sweat? No? Well.


    Walking on the main road, Sen finds the adventure guild and decide to hang out in there, maybe get an advice or two from the experience. Getting inside, he saw a counter and a bar. The counter is situated to his left and the bar to his right. Walking up to the lady behind the white flourished counter, Sen ask, ¡° How are you today?¡±. The women look back, and open her mouth to greet back, ¡° good sir, what bring you here today?¡±.


    ¡° Do you have a room? Because it is tight in there. ¡°, Sen replied jokingly.


    ¡° We are not an inn sir, but you can find an inn by the maps right here, you just have to pay two cons. ¡°, the counter lady replied.


    Hearing that, Sen become silence and the atmosphere become awkward.


    Finally, couldn¡¯t stand the awkwardness, the counter lady question, ¡° umm.. sir? Is there something wrong? What can I do for you? ¡°


    ¡° sorry. It just I couldn¡¯t believe that you didn¡¯t know I was joking. ¡°, Sen replied.


    ¡° Oh, you are? ¡°, the counter lady replied, with a wide open mouth.


    ¡° Lady, don¡¯t open your mouth too big, someone can fit a watermelon in there. ¡°, replied Sen.


    ¡° Hahahaha, you know some nasty joke young un. Let see here.. why do people communicate? ¡°


    ¡° why?¡±


    ¡°Because they can¡¯t understand what the others are doing or make sense of it. Get it? Hahahahaha. ¡°


    ¡° umm. Ok I get it, my name is Sen. What¡¯s yours?.¡±


    ¡° my name is Veronica violet. ¡°


    ¡° ok, nice to meet you Violet. ¡°


    ¡° Nice to meet you, ero Sen. ¡°


    ¡° why¡¯s that? ¡°


    ¡° you can¡¯t stop looking at my boobs and that is why I call you that. ¡°


    ¡° Just telling hint about my first joke when I was looking at it. ¡°


    ¡° hahahahaha, I get it. ¡° Violet rub the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. ¡° nice joke. ¡°


    ¡° Thank you. ¡°, Sen rushes to say.


    Waving bye bye to violet, Sen got out of the adventure guild since there exist literally no one inside, hence no advice.


    Picking up a soccer ball, Sen with the use of custom npc mod, change it.


    Name: Pokeball


    Appearance: Pokeball from the anime pokemon


    Function: Act like Pokeball from Pokemon with the exception of being able to catch anything in it.


    Hitting enter, a ball materialized into Sen hand. It was round in nature with red on the top half of the ball and white on the lower half, it has a button in between those line that seem to open the ball. Putting it into his inventory, Sen make a few more and also put that into his inventory. With a total of 43 Pokeball stack neatly in his inventory. ¡° I couldn¡¯t help to say this but I am over powered, need Nerf! ¡°, Sen said because of the workable Pokeball.

 You died

    Looking at the passing carriage with five strong horses. Sen notices a peculiar sign or logo perhaps, attaching to everything, that includes the horse saddle, the rider hat, the carriage, you get it.


    The logo is engraved with a sign reading Perman II in squiggly nice penmanship pattern and a lady who seem to put on weight and wearing a luxurious costume beneath it.


    Sen believes that the logo was done by a very skilled crafter, and that the sign is actually made out of gold.


    How did sen know?


    It was brilliantly shining under the sun, a pure brilliant yellow. That¡¯s how he knows.


    Finishing off the apple in his hand, Sen throw the leftover in his inventory and listen in on the crowd. Eavesdropping on the lady right next to him¡± It¡¯s Perman, I heard they were here to help us by bringing us food and water, It was then I found my first love, riding a white horse and a shining silver armor, he talks to me in a loving tone. He said to move or I will have to be forced to do something unbecoming to you, and after hearing that I couldn¡¯t help but brush, he disappear though after I regain my senses. Basically, these noble intentions seem pure but then I heard from my friend in the city side saying that it was their king that make some kind of agreement with this noble faction to help us.¡±


    After that, Sen stop eavesdropping because the lady seem to be repeating of her first love encounter and that bug Sen to no end.


    A man off in the distance is shouting among the cacophony of noises. ¡± All hail Alex Perman! ¡±


    After that is a round of cheer and applause.


    (This is complicated, but why would the king help this run down town? Probably an alliance or a contract clauses that require so. I don¡¯t know, I am having a major brain fart! I will just go around and try to find any pieces of information that can make my life a bit more easier.)


    The crowd dispersed slowly after the event of the carriage passing by, and Sen blended in into this flow of the crowd sneakily.


    Not wanting to admit, but he may have got pickpocket a few time. All blank though, but still proof that he is a vulnerable target to theft.


    Sen *sigh*


    (Let just look at this area maybe I will find something.)


    A millisecond later after the thought.


    (There! Not even a second later and now I find a place selling a jade ornament. I wonder if I could turn it into something in the Minecraft slot?)


    Walking right to the shop, a middle age female is behind the counter talking with someone across her about something. Sen got closer and closer until the whispers of voices become a whisper in his ear. Hearing a supposedly ¡¯ king ¡¯ from the conversation, Sen decided not to interrupt and eavesdrop on the conversation that is going on.


    The Middle age woman who owns the jade store said with a sunken eye, ¡± Sigh, I don¡¯t get any profit today, I wish I could just buy the whole store out and be done with it. The noble is very aggressive nowadays, so you must be very careful with your store too, ok Birch? They come today and took what interest their eye for free. Even though my business may seem unfair in price, but honestly I am selling it at the market price, now without profit, because of these despicable noble, I will just shut down the store. ¡±


    Birch replied, ¡± No pet! You can still do this, I mean you always do. Don¡¯t even worry about anything physical, because regarding that matter, I will not let anything harm you! ¡±


    Pet annoyingly said, ¡± Birch stop calling me on my nickname, I know that you like me, but it¡¯s just not possible, I have three brothers and sister to take care of. You better lose your head, if you didn¡¯t try to find another woman in this life time. ¡±


    Birch, ¡±¡­ ¡±


    After the awkward silence, Pet suddenly smiled and continued speaking, ¡± Well, we don¡¯t have to worry about surviving for long, I think the king of harmony city will sort that out, just like sending the food and water successfully through the arrogant noble clan faction, who in spite of helping us was a clan that doesn¡¯t care about a commoner life at all. Being able to convince them is a suspicious point, but we should at least keep the decency of not doubting the king intention. ¡±


    ¡± Right right ¡±, Birch agreed, bobbing his head up and down.


    Hearing enough and bored out of his wit, Sen decided to step in and say hello.


    ¡± hello ¡±, Sen initiating the conversation.


    ¡± Hello ¡± a cheery voice from pet replied back


    ¡± what do customer here wanted today? Everything is half a price, you came at the right time. ¡± a comfortable voice flow out of pet that seems to cleanse Sen soul.


    Is that some kind of magic?, Sen thought. If it is then it is so potent to be able to influence me. Or another option is that her charm stat is too high, going by the knowledge that we have a status and a system now.


    ¡± I want the blue jade over there. ¡± pointed, Sen.


    ¡± Ok! That¡¯s will be ten gold ¡± the store owner replies.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Hearing that, Sen heart couldn¡¯t take the shock. Even his senses are screaming ¡¯ Dun- Dun- Dunn!! ¡¯


    Involuntary, Sen bit his teeth and speak out, ¡± Can I trade? I got pickpocket in the crowd looking to see the noble carriage and now my pocket and wallet are gone. I was hoping to buy something cheap with the small change I had. But if you insist that it is these price, then can you trade? I will buy it at its original price if that is the case. ¡±


    After hearing that, Pet seems to contemplate for a bit, but then struck a deal anyway, ¡± Be grateful customer, in normal time I will no doubt not accept this kind of proposal, but since my store is going to go down the hill soon, I will just try this method of conversions to feed my experiences and maybe my pocket if it happens to not be a scam. ¡±


    Sen smiled and hurriedly replied, ¡± Don¡¯t worry about the scam, I never scam a beauty such as you. Just give me a second to turn around. ¡±


    Turning around, Sen reaches into his inventory to pull out the Pokeball.


    however, after a second of pulling it out, he put it back in.


    (Phew, almost did something dumb there. A ball that can capture anything in existence? Nah. Better keep it low.)


    Getting the half-eaten apple out, Sen performs custom NPC on it.


    Putting in the following.


    Name: Golden Apple


    Appearance: Made of gold, solid.


    Function: Act like a golden apple in Minecraft, edible if try.


    And hitting confirms, now what lay in Sen hand is not the pitiful skinny apple, but now a full fresh golden apple.


    Smiling, Sen is about to give the apple to the merchant lady when his vision suddenly bracken, his muscle suddenly relaxes but tense, and then he plummets raggedy with a thud onto the hard, cold stone floor.


    Hearing the fading soft voices of the merchant calling for help, and then soon after, hearing the eternal silence.


    (Am I going to die?)


    His thought disarray and then with the passing of a second, his mind flip and disconnected. Floating out of his body for a split second, Sen saw a city floating on top of the cloud, with people all around, meditating. On top of the tallest white steampunk tower, a man in his late forties is also meditating, but what makes him different is that he was staring, not to space or to the air, but directly at Sen.


    All of this happens in seconds, before Sen consciousness¡­. Fade.


    Awoken from the slumbering dream and the nary nights, Sen related to the event or the pain he went through before it happens, just like a flash of thunder, of lighting of the wild roaring of the tiger, it becomes apparent, the intense pain in his rib, coming from his legs up to his rib. Piercing through the deepest of heart and the deepest of his mind.


    It is dark and cold, damp and murky. The sticky feeling in his lung and the fading of his eyes. The light going out and the color being more and more distorted in his view.


    He remember dying, maybe death, true death. Looking around for a cue, a sign perhaps that would confirm his doubt, he awaken. First his eye adapt to the nary light, his round pupil stare into the space before him, the supposedly empty space just like everything and everywhere around him.


    He is standing above nothing yet also weirdly in some sense below. Looking at the flashing screen that is naked to all eye except one, it read¡­


    You DIED


    Respawn or quit


    The died part is in bold and capitalized letter, and the option intrigued Sen deeply, with all his heart he ponders the question of quitting life. Will it be the end of life or just the beginning? Will the moon rise again or be a crack in the star. Will the green pervade his skin or will his fresh sunken once more like it did last?


    He don¡¯t know, and not yet satisfied. The overwhelming feeling to return bore into him, the bored conquest, that he knew is pointless. The torch he made is an omnipotent item, a world for its own and the world for its creator. It defies everything. Yet, it work, the temptation and selfishness of his request disgusted Sen deeply so. He want to wipe away the memory it exist, but it continue to stay. He want to wipe a part of the world, but it continued to stay.


    It will stay as long as his mind will. A human mind that couldn¡¯t be devoid of temptation, of life or material need. He want to throw all that away.


    In the silence of the void, madness and craziness overwhelmed the entire being of Sen. He sweats more and more, feeling his mind being converted into something more. He was being disillusioned but if however, it is not an illusion, if it is the truth of the world or that this meaning meant nothing more than a perceiving reality to Sen?


    Pressing the respawn button, Sen knew his mind is entirely broken and beyond repair. The world around him no longer a night and day to him, but the record of life and pain that stay stuck in him.


    The past no longer meant more than a sand to him, tip it over and it will start over again and again and again. Being dead is a simple endeavor to become enlighten. To feel the needs and desire in himself burst through in his last moment. He knew he died of mana exhaustion, a pitiful meaningless death, or meaningful to something essential in the change for him.


    Dies as it might, the flame of the torch will continue on. An unending will that never cease, an immortal and fierce soul that will never extinguish, can never stop exerting it¡¯s view.


    Sen got the experience, one that allows him a new standpoint in the world, to take a step back and observe it in a new perspective. This simple power meant everything to Sen because it is a power own by him, his own superpower.


    To end suffering, how can he end suffering?


    With this corrupted power, it will just bring more suffering.


    With power to do anything one so desire, it will just engrain more suffering.


    Dragon, magic, status, all is great, all is good. The passing cloud in the skies tell the night is near. He rise from the mud and look around the unfamiliar surrounding, but a familiar orange sun in the sky. He can now see color, better than before. He can now taste inanimate object¡­


    Chaotic mindset¡­


    ( Never done that before )


    Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Sen felt better and more alive.


    The refreshing air and the smell of fresh clean free pollution air cleanse his soul. The comfortably warmth in his mouth and the warmth in his skin make him relax.


    Sen got out of the mud.


    The dark landscape with ruined tree, the owl on the perch with it beautiful yellow eyes stare carefully, scanning at Sen. ¡° I meant no danger. ¡°, Sen jokingly replied. Going through the maelstrom of events where it will break apart a normal man to pieces and more, Sen is unfazed and at peace. He just felt calm from knowing, not panic or despair others once thought.


    Closing his eye, he breathed in the deep fresh air, a deep quality of art the earth provides for all who live on it.


    Walking out of the forest, Sen step on broken branches and leaf, scurrying all the way out. The sound of dread that attract beast and monster to those who make it. Sen, however, is an exception, the green fire among its own kind who will never need to breathe and never died for any thirst he would satisfy or any rust time may spread among him.


    The dark silent night echoed along the wind making a whoosh sound, shuffling up the leaf and the unnoticeable glimpse of salt to the air. Every time the wind past, a ding echoed loudly inside Sen mind, interrupting him from his serene thoughts about life and death.


    You Gain enlightenment + 1 int


    You Gain enlightenment + 1 int


    You Gain enlightenment + 1 int


    ¡­

 The old man.

    Silence.. the rustle leaf and the thunderous wind continues in the background. However, silence the night are, something is wrong, certainly wrong.


    Looking around, eye piercing the night, Sen warily watch on. The flow of the leaves making a crunchy ratata noise in the background. Until finally, two deep red eyes appear. The eye situating twenty meters in the air, a giant behemoth.


    Sen wanted to run, but he is rooted to the ground. Not of fear or shock but curiosity. He is not curious about what and how the giant appears, he is not even curious about the eye as a whole. It is because he can¡¯t sense anything from it.


    The rustling leaf oozes him with an abundant vitality, he can see the form of life. He understands it, he treasures those sense since he has died before. Like a drowning man receiving an illusion of fresh beautiful air, receiving the thing he wants most before death.


    Sen didn¡¯t want to die, he screams and screams to live on. Achieving that and being able to live again is an unforgettable experience, it changes him. But now however in front of him, the eye emanate neither life nor death aura that he could sense.


    ( Is it because it is stronger than me? No, this sense is not a superpower, it is a new understanding to perceive the natural order of things. That means it couldn¡¯t be overpowered unless he or she breaks the law that governs natural orders of thing. )


    Thinking this, Sen decided. He walks to the two big orb of eyes, unafraid. He dies once then he can die again. It is not that he didn¡¯t treasure his life, he very much does. He was just being real here, even if he is not a realist. He knows that he couldn¡¯t escape the atrocities, the monster if it is real and if he did escape, then he would lose the opportunity to discover the truth about it.


    So all Sen has is one option, to find the truth hidden behind the fog. To prove his hypothesis. Moving forward nearer, the eye squint into an angry slit. It grows louder and louder the more step sen took towards it.


    Sen stops, before he could potentially dies he wanted to do one last thing.. Maybe two, however that is not the point. Opening his inventory, he looks at the torch, the overpower item that can spit whatever he like out of it. Grabbing it and putting it in the slot, the flame of the torch brighten intensely, struggling to come out of the illusionary space into reality.


    ( I knew it, how could a system, a limited one house a being of infinity? The mod and the torch was not supposed to happen, the law of the universe forget about them, an insignificant item. If this is left lying around, it can destroy millions if not all organism. )


    The two torch in his inventory, Sen decided to use it for the last two time before destroying it. The first torch was used to create an equivalent converter. What this item can do is just like it¡¯s name say. You put an item of maybe 1 value in to convert to something of a different material with the same 1 value.


    You can even put 10 dirt which combined to create ten value and convert it into a stone that is 10 value in nature.


    With one torch gone, one more was left behind. He uses it in the inventory, not for the item but power. If he can add a power to support Minecraft that why not? He didn¡¯t want to be consumed by the endless possibilities he could get to become overpowered, so he picks for a relatively simple one, the master of smell.


    Like it sounds like, Sen would be able to find food anywhere, a simple and yet useful addition to his power.


    Now in his inventory lies an empty 38 square slot. He looks at it and then did one more thing, opening the chat, which he found out how to do recently, he types in the command to keep inventory and make it true. A sigh comes out and then he closes it along with the inventory.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    Coming back to real time, he continues to walk on. Until finally but silently the red humongous red eye disappear from sight, replacing it is one story house at the bottom of the cliff.


    The cliff is not too high taking maybe two of Sen heart to jump down. He scrutinizes the house, it is worn down, rusty, shabby house. People wouldn¡¯t spare a glance at it and move on but because of sen newly unlock sense, he sees a living person inside.


    Curious, Sen jumps down the hill making an oof sound, but the two heart he lost is quickly being regenerate and in one second, he got 10 full heart again. Walking unhindered to the house, he knocks on the wooden door. After knocking for ten times, Sen finally saw movement from the person inside the house. It came near the door and waited for ten seconds. Sen is getting impatient but then a voice resounded.


    ¡± Correct code, now state who you are and what you are. ¡±


    Hearing that, Sen nonchalantly replies.


    ¡± I am sen, a rip-off version of Steve in Minecraft ¡±, chuckling a bit at that.


    After ten more seconds of the person inside running around the room, he or she came back and say, ¡± I don¡¯t see your files in here, I assume that you are new. All new register people have to conduct a test. You pass the last stage, now there is only one thing you must do before you will gain the entry to our secretive academy. ¡±


    ¡± So yeah, what to do? ¡±, ask Sen.


    ¡± come in first and we will talk about it. ¡±


    The door then opens up to an old man with grey hair and an aged eye. His eyes are red, uncomfortably staring at Sen, he sizes him up.


    ¡± I don¡¯t see mana in you. But how would you know someone is in here without it? You must be from the noble lineage then, always having the best concealment and protection, this old man is jealous. ¡± the man said.


    He talks about himself in the third perspective, probably not a weird thing to do in this world. Wait. What do they say again? When in Rome, do what the Romans do. Well, to get a good impression on this old man, I have to act like him.


    ¡± Hello sir, this young uns is not deserving of your praise and jealousy, you have more power and intellect this one could never and will never have. ¡±, Sen copy.


    ¡± Don¡¯t try to flatter me, all you noble has a glib with your tongue, but yes this old man is powerful and since you recognize that I won¡¯t bully you too much and let you in early. ¡±, the man nod happily.


    ¡± Come inside or are you going to stand there for this old man to laugh at your stupidity? ¡±


    ¡± ok sir, your word will make this young un-cry. ¡±


    ¡± why is that? ¡±


    ¡± Because everything bends to your word and will happen accordingly to it. With that this young un is scared. ¡±


    Stroking his goatee, the old man acts like he gains a new epiphany, ¡± thank you young un, I finally gain a new knowledge, Maybe because of this¡­ Definitely. ¡±


    Looking confused, Sen ask, ¡± what about it? ¡±


    Looking at sen, the old man illustrates his story.


    Inside the house, hours past and the sun rises from the west showing its full glory and power.


    Sen is cursing inside, he wishes to gain the ability to feel tired and sleepy back. He notices that after dying, his body is no longer the same as proof by his blocky eye. One of the things is not feeling tired or sleepy, so sen has to listen on to the man story about his life for the past hours on end.


    Basically, the story goes like this, the man grows up from one mother living in a middle-class family. He didn¡¯t believe in superstitions that why he made many claims, after that his life breakdown, his mother dies and he finds that his father is the one that organizes it. It also seems that the father who he thinks is dead is actually a noble that had an affair with his mother, causing her to become pregnant.


    That is not the end, the father then goes on to torture his mother in front of his eyes. Doing various things to her, like getting a fire mage to burn her and heal her using a healer, continuing the inhuman torture. The reason? Because apparently, the old man mother told her friend about the story saying it¡¯s a secret and that no one else should know.


    The friend then goes and gossip to everyone using the Oldman mother exact word, keep it a secret and what not until finally, it reaches the ear of the official mistress that is marrying the Oldman father. In a fit of anger, she divorce and this situation happen.


    It is a truly an open eye story, however, it becomes boring fast when the old man continuously blames himself about this and that. Telling that he should not have say that or this because apparently everything he said did come true. Like for example, the old man claimed that his father is not dead, that he will see him again, and that his father will do a lot of things with his mother changing the family situation forever.


    All of this did come true, but certainly not as the old man wanted to. He continued to say what he claims and how it did come true. Maybe I hit the bull eyes in this matter? Well, the story is not over yet. Sigh.


    Gotta last ten more round, please be quick, you are bullying me.


    To be continued.

 Master of smell? Why you do this to me?

    Finally, it is done. The story is over.


    Not my story, of course, the old man¡¯s life story is finally over.


    You can not believe the feeling of the unimaginable amount of relief that washes over me.


    People will say that it isn¡¯t that bad.


    However, it is.


    Think about the day you feel not wanting to do something, like for example, going outside.


    But then an emergency phone call related to work, or simply a family trip was in that day.


    Now I can say the same, stepping out of the house? It is not that bad. For me that is.


    For you, it is an entirely different story and that is why I am relief that this is over with because I am not in the mood for it.


    ¡± Ok son just stands there and I¡¯ll do the rest. ¡±, the old man name ford said.


    I kinda like his name, ford. Reminded me of a car brand in my previous world, send a wave of nostalgia through me.


    After the hour-long session, as you can see from his address toward me, I apparently become his son. The hours strengthen our bond together. Him telling his story and me listening to it.


    Now I guess he treats me like his own son?


    Walking over to the spot Ford point, I waited.


    ¡± Before you go, here¡¯s a bag of gold, it has 100 gold inside it. I couldn¡¯t give you more than this because of the academy regulation about treatment and fairness but I hope it will help you. ¡±, Ford said kindly.


    Reaching out, I hold the bag of gold in my hand, stripping it on my belt.


    ¡± Thank you, ford. I will be back again sometimes. ¡± I said to him.


    ¡± You better meet this old man sometimes as well, your philosophy is clever though, in Romes do what the Romans do? I do not know what kingdom is that but it does give a certain point that this old man agrees. ¡±


    By the way, I did kinda break my fa?ade and he caught it in a mere moment, asking me about it. I answer truthfully and he seems to appreciate the philosophy so I am off the hook. Not everything works as it supposes to I guess, especially in this world where people can be mind rape and what not.


    Waiting for three seconds, a clink sounded under me. A trap door open under my door shocking me and before falling down I left behind the following word, ¡± Damn you old man! ¡±


    Falling down I heard a quiet reply from the top, ¡± Good luck son. ¡± and then the trapdoor closes, taking away my only sources of light leaving me deep in the dark falling.


    There is no way I could survive this fall, it looks like a four second or more drop. Damn the old man, he could have given me some light but no, he went and closes the door. I guess he thinks I could use magic to solve this dilemma, but sorry to break it to you, I have no idea about magic!


    ¡­..


    It¡¯s been about what? Five seconds now? If I said I will not survive the fall before, then now I am sure about it. I hope at least someone can make me a funeral and put my name on it. Tough luck that it will happen.


    Hmm¡­ I hear water down below me. Please be a body of water! If it is then maybe I don¡¯t need a funeral after all.


    After that Sen just kept chanting ¡± Plot armor is with me, I am with it ¡± for two seconds before hitting the water with a splash.


    Now the reader may be confused as for why seconds last that long but it actually is proven that when falling a long distance, your sense of time distorted. That is why anyone who commits suicide by way of falling for a quick death isn¡¯t going to get what they wanted. The distorted sense of time can make you feel the moment your bone is crushed and pulverize moving slowly on to your brain.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    You get it. A painful experience.


    ¡± Puhaa, * cough *. Good thing that there is water below me, otherwise I will just die. ¡±, Sen said out loud.


    Now, where am I? It looks to be a cave with gems and ore hanging from the ceiling. It also has a.. What is it called? Stalc.. Stalactites, yea.


    Ughh, even if that fall doesn¡¯t kill me, I still feel dizzy from it.


    Getting up and pat his leg, Sen looks around and randomly chose a location.


    Walking for an undefined number of time, he met a dead end.


    ( A dead end? I guess I am not that lucky. Wait, maybe I am. )


    Looking at the dead end that is made of rock, it seems to be nature work from the unnatural rough edges it has. But that is not what sen wanted, he looks around the water seeing floating pieces of ore and debris. He looks around more until his eye lit up.


    On the water is a floating unnatural shape wood. How does it get here? Sen didn¡¯t know but he speculates that it may have a relation to the wooden house. It would have been no surprise is someone panic when the trap door open, taking it with them.


    ( I should have taken the trap door with me. At least, a little compensation and revenge will do good for the old man to not do any sort of prank on me ever again. )


    Picking the wood up, he put it in his inventory but then suddenly an untimely sound spoken.


    ¡± Host of Minecraft system has detected a bug. ¡± $&@& said.


    ¡± Reward the host with Over boundary Perk x1 ¡±


    ¡± What this perk does, in a simple context, will give the host chosen power the ability to realize any overcome. ¡±


    ¡± ability that is realized can do much more than it is otherwise able to. For example, the ability fireball can shoot a ball of flame at the enemy. Using this perk, it would be able to shoot out an invisible air that constantly absorbs oxygen, wearing down your enemy without them noticing. ¡±


    ¡± Now we will reboot the system please wait ten seconds. ¡±


    10


    9


    8


    ..


    ¡± The system has been updated ¡±


    ( Umm. No more? I guess that is it. I wanted to try the perk though, but I still don¡¯t see it in my inventory or on the ground. What is going on?)


    Sen then got a clue and open his inventory.


    ( There it is, It is hard to find because there is no texture, but if you hover your finger over it then its name became visible. )


    The name is called $&PermPerk&$


    Poking it with his finger an option appear.


    Do you want to upgrade your abilities?


    Yes or no


    Pressing on yes, a list appears. All empty but one.


    List


    1. Master of smell


    2. .


    3. .


    4. .


    ¡­


    ( Ok, so only my smell ability? Well, that is fine either way, just want to know what it does. )


    Pressing on the only abilities Sen currently had, a confirmation box pop up.


    Are you sure?


    Yes or no


    Pressing on yes, Sen waited for something to happen. Nothing dramatic happens, leaving Sen majorly disappointed.


    Opening his inventory on habit, Sen notices something that makes his face lit up ten times brighter.


    On the top, where there is nothing before, now there is an option to click left or right, looking like an arrow where you press to change pages but this one in grey, blending in with the inventory.


    Pressing on the button that is not faded, he moves to a new domain.


    A new tab pops up, size wise it is just like the inventory but function wise it is not an inventory.


    In this page, it explains the uses of his newly evolve ability ¡± Master of smell¡±.


    Sen becomes speechless after looking on at what this ability could do.


    He mumbled clearly distress, ¡± Why is all my ability broken? Especially if it is supposed to be a support and nothing else? Can someone please explain to me what is happening? ¡±


    What broke Sen to such a degree is the explanation of his ¡± supposedly ¡± supporting ability.


    It read:


    The master of smell ( Over-PermPerk )


    Example of what it can do:


    - Eat any delicacy or food from just smelling it


    - Your ability fed you. Just smelling a hint of food can make you full.


    - Delete presence of smell from the host or others. An active ability.


    - Radar. Track people, determine allies or enemy, tree or object through smell and form a map in host mind.


    - Receive help from the smell. You are the master of smell, even if the smell is not a conscious being. Through it existing everywhere, you can perceive something from it when in trouble that can help you.


    - The smell of danger is applied. You can smell danger before it is even there.


    - The smell of victory and failure apply. Don¡¯t worry about the probability of succeeding because metaphorically you will know the chances before even committing to it.


    - The smell of emotion such as despair, fear is applied. Know what others feel about you, from just smelling.


    - You can smell from any of your body part. The skin, the heart, etc.


    - Mastering the smell means that you master chemistry. Create a smell formula that could paralyze, poison, heal or kill your enemy.


    - Being able to intensify the smell or gather the intensify smell in one place. Can instantly overload the smell senses of an enemy and act as a death spell AOE.


    - Control the impurities from the air, solidifying it into solid. The smell comes from impurities, so you can indirectly control it since you are the master of smell.


    - Control all the smell to change to a certain smell or add a certain smell to it. This changes the impurities in the air by replacing it with something else, solidifying it can create a new material from the smell ratio or find the material you wanted to get.


    - Create a chemical never found before, from the different combination ratio of smell. Combining this with the smell of victory, what will happen?


    End of example.


    P.s. Please find more bug and glitches.


    By yours truly, System.

 Punch

    ¡± Let¡¯s forget that it ever exist ¡±, Sen said out loud.


    It meaning the skill ¡± Smell master. ¡±


    ( Let see, I¡¯ve got only a plain casual cloth on me with a belt. The shirt is blue while the pants being brown. Other than that I don¡¯t have anything more. Why should I since I have the godly ability of inventory, however, this mentality may spell doom on me. )


    ( By the way, after the round of Increase intelligence. I wonder what is it now? Oh, why am I forgetful? I don¡¯t have an intelligence count, a bad thing I suppose since I would not be able to use mana and what not. )


    ( It did give me some heavenly information about my past mistake through physical and mental thought. Like maybe I should not have believed about what some random guy spout about on the internet, worse I¡¯ve gone and hypnotize myself, good job me. )


    ( That is not the end. Remember what I say about how my torch can kill everyone from the faces of the earth since it continuously absorbs oxygen? Well, I was pretty stupid since fire also releases carbon dioxide when burning something. The carbon dioxide is what the plant absorb in the daytime, releasing oxygen as it¡¯s a by-product. )


    ¡± So the torch is harmless in that regard. Still can not get my head around how it burns forever. ¡± Sen mumbled.


    Looking at the rock wall in front, Sen made up his mind. Getting the broken wood and putting it in his crafting slot, he got four vanilla Minecraft wood back. Until he realizes something.


    ( Oh My God! I am dumb, literally. I should¡¯ve known I will not be able to make a wooden pickaxe without a crafting table! Bloody. How can anyone forgot that they die and lose everything? Guess what, me. )


    Putting the four plank he got in a square pattern, he gets the crafting table. Now that he got the crafting tables, Sen looks around for more pieces of wood but in this vast expanse of water, it would be impossible to find. Like finding a needle in a haystack.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Tired, Sen just doesn¡¯t care anymore and punch the rock wall. It is jagged but he doesn¡¯t seem to be remotely hurt by it, immune to the protruding sharp point of the rock.


    Sen found out that other than fall damage, lava damage or arrow damage, the environment couldn¡¯t damage him, including the sharp pointed edge. It gave Sen the idea to make himself a human size bowl filled with water and using it to negate the fall damage entirely. He could also make an armor fill with water and he would technically still be immune to fall damage.


    But that is for a later time because the crack is spread all around the one-meter area where Sen has punch and looking to crack anytime soon. After dealing the finishing blow, the wall crumbles apart, leaving bits and pieces of rock.


    Noticing that the rock didn¡¯t become pulverize, Sen is excited. Collecting a handful of the rock laying around, he dumps it in his inventory. Now lying neatly on the top left slot is 1 real-life looking rock.


    (Wait. Why doesn¡¯t it become 32 pieces of rock? I did count, why does it become just one? Don¡¯t tell me that the system patches it again, I guess now I have to deal with fixes and update all my live. )


    Silence stretch on until finally, a shout was heard.


    ¡± Never! Even if I have to storm through the ocean just to reach the shore, I will not use your help, system, and risk my life to you. Even if I have to follow the unrelenting waves to reach the top, gaining bruises or cut on my skin I will do it myself. Even if my leg is weak from the hour-long desperate swim, I will find a way. Mark my word! ¡±


    ¡±Sigh, I don¡¯t know how many I sigh now,¡± said Sen, shaking his head.


    Putting the one pieces of rock in his crafting table, Sen got himself one cobblestone in return. Doing that once, twice and then thrice, he now has four cobblestones in his inventory.


    ¡± I hope I am right with this one. Even if I am dumb, at least with my creativity I will learn to be a smart, dumb person. A dumb statement I know, but a smart one nonetheless. ¡±, said Sen incoherently.


    Putting one of the cobblestones into the crafting table, Sen will it to make a cloak. But what comes out, in the end, is just the head covering, but sen has prepared for that so he just dumps three more cobblestones into the crafting table. What comes out makes Sen more than satisfied.


    A black cloak, if Sen has to describe it then it looks just like assassin creed costume but instead of white, it is instead black. Picking up the newly created an item, Sen manually wears it just for the dramatic effect.


    Coarsely saying, ¡± Fear not the darkness, because I am here! ¡±


    Obviously not the original quote, but whatever floats Sen boat.


    To be continued.

 Too much old men.

    Walking deep into the dark cave further and further in. Sen has walked for a long time, explored many ways but finally and fortunately he only has to search one more time. It is a really Sen prosperous luck that did wonder, sarcastically so. Walking on this path, after a minute sen saw a man at the front sporting a black cloth that goes over his head. He is about 1.95 meters tall as oppose to him which is a giant 2 meter.


    Sen didn¡¯t get to check his height all the while until later on when he leans against two dirt block the places and matches up against it. His height is different, pressing ¡±respawn¡± he didn¡¯t know the consequences on his action. Now he is a giant that has a blocky shape eye and an impregnable defense. Looking at the man in front, the unique peculiarity sen saw is that his goatee length. It is as long as a flowing river as it accumulated on the floor. The grayish color from it proves that he is almost at the end of his age.


    ( I saw a lot of old guys today. Not complaining but I need to see some young. Preferably a woman, however, a boy is fine. What am I saying? Don¡¯t get the wrong idea, pls. )


    After Sen walk to the front of the man, he said, ¡± Hello sir. Which door do I have to go through? ¡±


    Sen is executing his plan that he strategizes with ford up at the surface. He already knows from the description provided by ford that he has to go through a stone door with gritty and rough texture. But using this line, he could bring in the zookeeper to engage in a conversation with him where he will spill many excuses for the spare key.


    Yes¡­ Sen didn¡¯t have a spare key. What can he do? A random passerby that suddenly wanted to enter the academy after hearing about it?


    What Sen failed to notice is that around the premises, there exist only one door and that door is the exact definition that Ford told him to look out for. Ford repetitive warning is because he didn¡¯t consider Sen very bright but to his ignorance, he may still underestimate Sen. Well, anyone, not just ben will be confused if someone tells you a detail and vivid image of the door causing you to think that there is more than one door.


    Absorb by his thinking and at this critical juncture, Sen failed to notice until now. Noticing the big hiccup he made, Sen instantly try to diffuse the situation, ¡± It is a joke by the way, hahaha. My humor is bad I know. ¡±


    The man look at Sen, silently staring. He didn¡¯t speak and communicate. This put Sen on the nerve, red light going off in every corner of his mind. However, after waiting for long and nothing happen, Sen relaxes.


    ( Code Green, mission defuse accomplish. )


    Seeing that the robed man is not the guy who likes to talk, Sen think carefully for a full second and decide just to be direct. Obviously, with a bit of excuse with it.


    ¡± Sir, I kinda forget.. My key. Can you use your spare one to open up the door, please? ¡±, Sen asked.


    He didn¡¯t know if the magic word work but then the robed man stood up and walk to the door. At the door, he put the key in making it creak open.


    The man then walks back to his original post, silently guarding the door without any complaint nor emotion.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    ¡± thanks. ¡±


    Saying no more since he knew that it would be useless and superficial, Sen walks in.


    There is a long hallway in front of him, made from mahogany wood wall and stone tile floor. The aroma of wood wash through him and relief his nose from the stench permitted in the cave. Enjoying it for a moment, Sen bravely moves on, away from the aroma of heaven onto the door at the end of the hallway.


    ( *Sniff* I will miss you, wood. My dear wood. My good son. My good life. My good fresh. My good. Out of word to think )


    Opening the door, the first thing sen saw is a high platform supported by a wooden beam with a person on to announcing something, politician style.


    He isn¡¯t near enough to listen in on the announcement but if this place supposes to be an academy then it is probably some opening speech, nothing too important.


    What sen did notice though is that everyone in here wears cloak just like him, obviously not assassin creed or as good quality as Sen.


    It helps confirm that most of Ford grumbling and mumbling did, in fact, have some fact in it. It relieves Sen when he didn¡¯t seem to look bad and fit in with the group.


    He did, however, see a lot of glances his way. Probably from him coming late or his stylish cloak. Definitely not any ill intent.


    Walking on he was about to line up randomly in the middle when someone pulls him and turn him around. Sen can feel a bump on his arm and a little on his chest.


    Noticing the big mammoth touching him, Sen is unfazed and stare at the woman face, or the shadow underneath her head covering.


    She spoke first, ¡±Are you lost? ¡±.


    Her voice is so sweet and charming than anything Sen has ever heard but after a moment he realized that it may be a charms magic.


    ( Got to be careful. Girl and woman in this world wear charm magic as an alternative to makeup. )


    Seeing Sen flinch, the woman couldn¡¯t help but spout a small smile. ¡± Cute aren¡¯t you? Never in contact with charm magic before? Tsk Tsk Tsk. We got an inexperienced person here. Well, my name is cherry. Nice to meet you. ¡±


    ( Maybe my modern ethics and morals are in the way but is she allow to say that to someone she just met? Not that I mind, maybe it bit, but you know. )


    ¡± Nice to meet you too, and yea I am lost. Lost in life. ¡±, Sen replied back.


    ¡± Pff. A joker aren¡¯t you? Sister here will take care of it for you. Life and all, so what grade are you in? ¡± Cherry replied.


    ( What grade am I in? I have no idea, but she said that she is a sister meaning someone older, maybe I can make it so I am one grade lower than her. )


    ¡±Mm... Trying to recall, would take a while so maybe sister can tell me the age required for each grade and maybe It would jostle my memory. ¡±, Sen suggests.


    ¡± No probs little brother. In here there are 7 grade, each separated by letters from F to S. Grade one accept people from year 1-5, Grade two 6-10, Grade three 11-15 and so on. Those in grade four and five, we call Senior while on Grade six and seven they become elder that contribute and help the academy. The letter is there to separate the truly powerful people from the rest of the peers, making it so that the school will have an easier time to monitor and help them. By the way, this sister here is Grade four, B class so you can rely on me at any time. It is forbidden to know a girl age so I won¡¯t be telling this little brother here. ¡±, Cherry narrated.


    ( So if Cherry is grade four then I should be in Grade three, but according to age and my power I should be also in grade four. The dilemma. Welp, she can help me settle in if I chose Grade four so it is good for me. )


    ¡± Ah, I remember now. I am in grade four just like you¡¯re sister. ¡±, he said.


    Cherry gives a suspicious glance at Sen again but replies, ¡± Well, that is good. Can this sister help you settle in quicker and maybe have some fun along the way? ¡±


    Sen sweats at that but convinces himself that there is no flag there. ¡± Yes, sister cherry. ¡±


    ¡± by the way, I never get to know your name is it perhaps too late now? ¡±, cherry ask.


    ¡± No no, sister cherry. Sorry for being rude, my name is Cherr.. I mean Sen. ¡±, Sen rush to reply.


    Looking at Sen, Cherry couldn¡¯t help but laugh out loud drawing eyes from the crowd. Wiping her tears and with a smile, she spoke, ¡± Never saw someone stutter so bad as to forget their name and replace it with someone else. ¡±


    ¡±good on ya. ¡±

 What is going on in Sen mind?

    The beautiful cave. A wonder to be seen. My eyes glued tightly at that spot. My attention wholeheartedly on it.


    The man spoke, loud and clear. Raspy and chilly. I heard him and could understand him. I live from my death and I hear from my risen body.


    My body longs to be, but a mere empty carcass. My new body isn¡¯t my new self, just a carbon copy of it. That what I think anyway.


    The speech ended. My head is fuzzy, I dozed out. It is sad and melancholy.


    It is the ending, he has gone down the stage, away from prying eye. Mine included, blocky and unnatural. I could feel him looking at me, scrutinizing the creature I become.


    There is a long drawn silence, stretch out to nirvana. I exaggerated, however, that makes me chuckle, a good day of sort from my antic.


    People are thinning out, going somewhere. Where they belong, where they have a role and goal. However, here I am, lost like a child, a little lamb.


    A sound whisper near me, startling me, my heart beat like a rocket. I glimpse to it, slightly to my right. There she is, forgotten by me.


    Pouting at me, she proceeds to say something. Something that I can¡¯t quite hear. Drowning in my thoughts.


    Not long after, according to my distorted sense, she finished. Sighing out loud, I smile at her, giving out pleasantries along the way. As long as she¡¯s nice to me and kept it this way, I am fine with her.


    Most say action speaks louder than a word, but I couldn¡¯t be bothered by it. Action in my world and this are often misperceived. My line with her end here, it is unnecessary and superficial to continue. Why it happen doesn¡¯t resonate with me anymore, something just meant to be, something just coincidentally happened. A one-man job serves little purpose to why it happens since you would likely be dead to find those answer in this cruel and unforgiving world.


    The protagonist has a plot armor, I may not have one because my plot died prematurely. Now I am here, with a new plot to fiddle with and a mind clouded by thoughts and question.


    Oh, it seemed I wonder too far out of my mind. Now I am lost in this empty corridor, I hope it is and not another illusion.


    Looking around, I feel fear since no one is here. Just me and a hat stand near me. I wanted to shout for someone but not now and not here. Then suddenly a definite crack echoed throughout the corridor. I look back and saw a broken dish, perfectly split from the middle. How it got here, I ask my self and what causes it. Intentionally leaving the why behind for another day.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    It broke but how? It broke because of what or who?


    I am clearly out of my mind, I so wish that thought comforted me because it doesn¡¯t. I know that I am different, a body that won¡¯t be trick or injured. Where my mind is a big blank but a controller. This foreshadows my ending clearly so. Another brainwash Steve made into a puppet to control.


    I simply wish to cease existing but I continue to make my presence known. Make my self-proud and..


    Another dish break in front of me but I saw clearly where it came from. Above I say, looking up¡­.


    ¡­.


    ¡­..


    ¡­¡­.


    I wish I didn¡¯t,


    Because what I saw couldn¡¯t be put into word.


    Imagine a maid. Her beautiful and delicate face. A perky asset stuck tightly and permanently to them.


    Now remove permanently from my last line and now what I saw had opposite of that.


    A maid with no ¡±perky assets¡± permanently stuck to them. Just a disarray mound of fresh from where it once stood. I gasp hardly, scared witless by that scene.


    She¡­ Seem dead beyond word, beyond my definition of death. Mutilated and gory, I couldn¡¯t help but pinch my noise from the thickly wet odor I smelt from her. A wet yellow stained ever present on her groin area.


    What she got in her hand is a plate of dishes, slightly falling off one by one starting from the top to the bottom, definitely caused by the slight angle of her hand.


    It is terrible, that thought went through my mind.


    The next detail I notice is a string attaching to the ceiling propping her up. It seems whoever did this is proficient in what he does, making me highly perturbed. There is a killer here. Wild, free, sharp and dangerous. A fest of blood lotus will be it for me if I am caught unaware. I have to run, NOW!


    Preparing to run, I suddenly hear a voice in the distance.


    ¡± Anne! Are you here? Where are you? Don¡¯t play this game with me! Because no matter what.. I will never marry that guy!¡±, a distress voice sound in a distance. She appears as swift as a wind, catching me unaware and unintended next to a corpse.


    I knew that I needed to make some kind of excuses, so I did. I told her that I was the first person who saw this corpse, explaining the dish incident to her. She told me that she understood and to not worry about it. Her calm and elegance make me admire her.


    She looks young, 1.5m in height, blonde and probably straight. I wish I could stand a chance but I know deep down that my first impression would have been more terrible than a sugar daddy making attempts at her. I hope I am wrong, I wish I could read her emotion but her eye is different, unlike most. Sapphire and clear, no thought to be seen, showing just me in hers. My scariest nightmare up to date and soon to be outdated once I adapt to it.


    She looks at the corpse more carefully this time, and suddenly I could feel my ear burst. I don¡¯t know what is happening, I can¡¯t hear, however in front of me I saw her, she is kneeling down crying?


    She said something but I am not a lips reader so it goes with the wind and her grieve. She stopped screaming eventually, allowing me to recover. My eardrum partially heal, I could hear the sound of sobbing and a whisper


    ¡±Annie~~ *Sob* ¡±