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Book 2 – Chapter 2: A New Jennie Summer was almost over. College was almost here. And for the first time in a long time… Jennie wanted a change. Not because she wanted to become someone else. But because she wanted to start a new chapter as herself. ⸻ She stood in front of her mirror. Her blonde hair from the past year was still there. The same hair everyone knew. The same hair from the DJ competition. The same hair Felix always complimented. ⸻ Jennie stared at her reflection. “College is a fresh start.” She touched her hair. “Maybe it’s time for something different.” ⸻ She picked up her phone. The first person she called was Lisa. ⸻ Lisa answered immediately. “What’s happening?” Jennie paused. “I’m changing my hair.” Silence. Then— “WAIT.” “LIKE ACTUALLY CHANGING IT?” “Yes.” “I’M COMING OVER.” ⸻ An hour later… Lisa arrived at Jennie’s house. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was styled perfectly, and she wore a black jacket, cargo pants, and sneakers. She walked into Jennie’s room and looked around. “So…” She pointed at Jennie. “You are seriously doing this?” Jennie nodded. “Yes.” Lisa smiled. “I knew this day would come.” ⸻ First decision: The color. ⸻ Jennie sat in the salon chair. The stylist looked at her blonde hair. “Are you sure you want to go back?” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” ⸻ The blonde slowly disappeared. Back to her original dark hair color. The color that felt familiar. The color that felt like home. ⸻ When she looked in the mirror… She smiled. She looked like the old Jennie. But different. Older. More confident. ⸻ Lisa smiled. “I forgot how much this suits you.” Jennie touched her hair. “I missed it.” ⸻ Then came the second decision. The haircut. ⸻ Jennie looked at the stylist. “Cut it.” Lisa looked shocked. “How short?” Jennie thought. Then smiled. “Short.” ⸻ The scissors started moving. ⸻ Piece by piece… Her long hair changed. Until finally… She had a sleek bob haircut. It framed her face perfectly. It was stylish. Cool. A little bold. Exactly like her personality. ⸻ Lisa stared. “No way.” “What?” “You look like someone who would walk into college and immediately become the most intimidating person there.” Jennie smirked. “So basically me.” Lisa laughed. “Exactly.” ⸻ Jennie looked in the mirror again. For the first time in weeks… She felt excited. ⸻ Next mission: Shopping. ⸻ Lisa refused to let Jennie keep the exact same wardrobe. “No.” Jennie held up a black jacket. “What?” “You have seventeen versions of that.” “They are different.” “They are all black.” “They have different vibes.” Lisa sighed. “You are impossible.” ⸻ They spent the entire day shopping. Jennie picked out: * stylish jackets * new tops * different jeans * sneakers and boots * accessories * outfits that felt more mature ⸻ Lisa held up a colorful outfit. “Try it.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Why?” “Because college Jennie needs to surprise people.” ⸻ After trying new styles… Jennie actually liked them. They were still cool. Still her. Just a new version. ⸻ By the end of the day… Her room looked completely different. Clothes everywhere. Shopping bags on the floor. Suitcases open. ⸻ Jennie packed everything carefully. Her new clothes. Her DJ equipment. Her headphones. Her graduation photo. Her trophy. ⸻ Then she found one picture. The whole group. Lisa. Rosé. Jisoo. Han. Hyunjin. Felix. ⸻ She smiled. Then quickly put it into her suitcase. ⸻ “New college.” “New style.” “New chapter.” ⸻ Lisa leaned against the doorway. “You know…” “What?” “You’re not becoming a different person.” Jennie looked at her. “You’re just letting people see another side of you.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “That’s actually a good line.” Lisa gasped. “Did Jennie just compliment me?” “Don’t get used to it.” “There she is.” ⸻ That night… Jennie closed her suitcase. Her new haircut. Her new style. Her new beginning. ⸻ She looked at herself one last time. The old Jennie wasn’t gone. The DJ. The roast queen. The girl who never backed down. She was still there. Just with a new look. ⸻ College was waiting. And Jennie was ready. But she didn’t know… Her new chapter was about to bring back the one person she thought was already gone.
Chapter 31 – The Night Everyone Lost Their Minds The dorm was chaos. Absolute chaos. And the reason? Jennie still couldn’t decide what to wear. ⸻ She stood in front of her closet. Her blonde hair was curled perfectly, but her outfit choices were covering half her bed. “Why is this harder than performing in front of hundreds of people?” ⸻ The door suddenly opened. Lisa walked in. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was styled perfectly, and she wore a black jacket with a sparkly top, cargo pants, and boots. She looked around. “Wow.” “What?” “You have created a clothing disaster.” Jennie crossed her arms. “I need help.” Lisa smiled. “I knew this day would come.” ⸻ Jennie held up two outfits. “Which one?” Lisa stared seriously. “Hmm.” A pause. “Felix would like the first one.” Jennie froze. “How do you know?” Lisa shrugged. “Because Felix is a boy.” “That explains nothing.” ⸻ Lisa picked up another outfit. “Actually, wear this one.” “Why?” “Because it says mysterious DJ.” Jennie nodded. “Okay.” “Wait.” Lisa grabbed another dress. “Actually this one says powerful.” Jennie blinked. “So which one?” Lisa thought. “Both.” “Lisa.” “Okay, okay. The dress.” ⸻ After another twenty minutes… Jennie finally decided. She wore a sleek black dress with silver details, a cropped jacket, and black boots. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her DJ-style accessories completed the look. She looked confident. Different. ⸻ When she walked downstairs… Everyone stopped. ⸻ Han’s mouth dropped open. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore a denim jacket over a hoodie with black jeans. “Okay.” “What?” “I forgot how to speak.” Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That might be the first peaceful moment you’ve ever created.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair was styled softly, and she wore a pastel jacket with a black outfit. “You look amazing.” Jisoo nodded. Her red hair was tied back elegantly, and she wore a stylish black outfit with boots. “Definitely.” ⸻ Hyunjin dramatically looked up. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black jacket with layered accessories. “The main character has arrived.” Han sighed. “Please stop.” ⸻ Then Felix walked downstairs. His black hair was styled neatly, and he wore a black button-up shirt with a jacket, dark jeans, and sneakers. He stopped. Completely stopped. ⸻ Jennie noticed. “What?” Felix blinked. “Nothing.” “Felix.” He looked away. “You just…” A pause. “You look really good.” ⸻ Everyone immediately reacted. ⸻ Han pointed. “HE FAILED.” Felix looked confused. “What?” “You tried to hide the blush.” “I wasn’t blushing.” Lisa laughed. “You absolutely were.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “Are you okay, basketball boy?” Felix recovered. “Yeah.” “Because your face says otherwise.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later… The group arrived at the dance event. Music filled the room. Lights flashed. Everyone was having the best time. ⸻ Jennie stepped onto the dance floor. And Felix forgot everything else. ⸻ He had seen Jennie confident before. On stage. During roast battles. During competitions. But this was different. She was just happy. Laughing. Dancing. Not caring what anyone thought. ⸻ Felix smiled. Han noticed. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just watching.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix looked back. And somehow… He knew. He was completely falling for her. ⸻ Meanwhile… The rest of the group became a disaster. ⸻ Jisoo was trying to teach everyone a dance move. “I am the instructor.” Han looked confused. “You don’t know the dance.” “I know the spirit of the dance.” ⸻ Hyunjin joined. “The movement represents freedom.” Han stared. “It’s literally just jumping.” ⸻ Rosé laughed so hard she had to sit down. Lisa recorded everything. “This is going to be used against all of you forever.” ⸻ Jennie walked over. “What is happening?” Han pointed. “Art.” Jennie looked at everyone. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Felix smiled. “And you love it.” She paused. “…Maybe.” ⸻ At the end of the night… Everyone was exhausted. They arrived back at the dorm laughing. ⸻ Felix helped Jennie walk to her room because she was tired from dancing all night. “Careful.” “I’m fine.” “You almost walked into the wall.” “The wall moved.” Felix laughed. “The wall moved?” “Yes.” ⸻ He opened her bedroom door. “There.” Jennie looked at him. Then suddenly pointed. “You.” “What?” “You are officially my assistant.” Felix blinked. “Excuse me?” “Carry my trophy tomorrow.” “No.” “Wow.” She shook her head dramatically. “After all our friendship?” Felix laughed. “You are impossible.” ⸻ Before leaving, Felix placed her trophy safely on her desk. Then he smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” She looked at him. For once… No roast. No comeback. Just a smile. “Goodnight, Felix.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” She smirked. “Your dancing was terrible.” He laughed. “There she is.” ⸻ And as he walked away smiling… Felix realized something. The girl who used to drive him crazy… Was now the person he never wanted to stop being around.
Chapter 29 – Battle of the DJs Friday night. The biggest student DJ competition of the year. The prize? A trophy. Bragging rights. And a chance to perform at the city’s annual youth music festival. ⸻ The competition was being held at one of the city’s biggest music clubs. Since it was a school-sponsored event for student performers, there were teachers, security, and families in attendance. The dance floor was packed, the lights flashed across the room, and a huge stage stood at the center with an impressive DJ booth. The atmosphere was electric. ⸻ Jennie stepped backstage. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves with a few silver clips catching the lights. She wore a black cropped leather jacket over a silver top, baggy black cargo pants, fingerless gloves, and black combat boots. She looked calm. At least on the outside. ⸻ Felix found her adjusting her headphones. His black hair was neatly styled, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a fitted black T-shirt, dark athletic pants, and white sneakers. “Nervous?” Jennie didn’t even look up. “No.” “Liar.” “I’m professionally nervous.” Felix laughed. “I’ll allow that.” ⸻ Han suddenly burst through the backstage curtain. His messy brown hair looked even messier than usual. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket with black jeans. “I HAVE NEWS!” Jennie sighed. “Is it good news?” “No.” “Then I don’t want it.” ⸻ Lisa walked in behind him. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly curled. She wore a black jacket, silver cargo pants, and platform boots. “The audience is huge.” Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair shimmered under the stage lights. She wore a lavender jacket, ripped jeans, and white boots. “They’re already cheering.” ⸻ Jisoo adjusted Jennie’s jacket. Her red hair was tied into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a cream blazer, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’ve practiced for this.” “You’ve got it.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked around dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black designer-style jacket with layered necklaces. “The energy…” Han interrupted. “Can you stop narrating life for five minutes?” ⸻ An announcer stepped onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen…” “Welcome to the Battle of the DJs!” The crowd erupted. Music blasted through the speakers. Lights swept across the room. ⸻ Contestants took turns performing. Each one had ten minutes. Each one received huge cheers. Jennie watched quietly. Felix stood beside her. “You ready?” She nodded once. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” ⸻ “And now…” “Our final contestant…” “JENNIE!” The entire club cheered. ⸻ Jennie walked onto the stage. The lights dimmed. She placed her headphones on. Closed her eyes. Pressed play. ⸻ The first beat hit. The crowd exploded. Jennie mixed songs effortlessly, building the energy with every transition. The dance floor filled in seconds. Even the judges leaned forward. ⸻ Backstage… Han’s mouth dropped open. “Okay…” “I knew she was good.” “I didn’t know she was THAT good.” Lisa smiled proudly. “Told you.” ⸻ Felix couldn’t stop smiling. He folded his arms. “She’s incredible.” Rosé looked at him. “You’ve got the biggest smile in the room.” Felix immediately looked away. “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” ⸻ Jennie’s final transition hit. The lights flashed. The crowd clapped in rhythm. By the end of her set… The entire club was cheering her name. “JENNIE!” “JENNIE!” “JENNIE!” ⸻ She walked backstage, trying to stay cool. “So…” Han ran over. “So?!” “You nearly blew the roof off this place!” Jennie laughed. “Relax.” “I will not relax!” ⸻ Felix walked up. “You were amazing.” Jennie smiled. “You’ve said that before.” “I’ll probably say it again.” She nudged his shoulder. “Careful.” “Why?” “You keep giving me compliments.” He grinned. “I’m just telling the truth.” ⸻ The announcer returned to the stage. “The judges have made their decision.” The room became silent. “In third place…” Cheers echoed. “In second place…” More applause. Jennie squeezed her hands together. Felix noticed. Without saying anything… He gently gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She looked at him. He simply smiled. ⸻ “And this year’s Battle of the DJs champion is…” A dramatic pause. “…JENNIE!” The entire club erupted. Han jumped so high he nearly knocked over a chair. Lisa screamed. Rosé hugged Jisoo. Hyunjin dramatically fell to one knee. “I KNEW IT!” ⸻ Jennie stood frozen. “Me?” The announcer laughed. “Yes, you.” Felix gently nudged her. “Go.” “You won.” ⸻ Jennie walked onto the stage. The trophy was placed in her hands. She looked out at the cheering crowd. Then down at her friends. Then at Felix. He gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled. A real one. The biggest smile anyone had seen from her. ⸻ Han yelled from the front row, “Speech!” Jennie picked up the microphone. “I only have one thing to say…” The crowd waited. She looked directly at Han. “…You’re still annoying.” The whole club burst into laughter. Han placed a hand over his heart. “I’ve never been so honored.” Felix laughed harder than anyone else. And somehow… Winning the competition felt amazing. But celebrating it with the people who had become her family… Made it even better.
00:00:00 - 00:01:02 Jeang Fong found himself transported to the enchanting realm of Pokemon where he was bestowed with the divine selection system. To his astonishment, the initial trio of Pokémon presented to him comprised the legendary Hoen deities Rayquaza, Grouden, and Kyogre. Please, host, make your choice of your initial Pokémon. Option one, select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon, Rayquaza. Option two, opt for the blue orb to gain the ocean god, Kyogre. Option three, choose the red orb to obtain the earth 00:00:32 - 00:01:37 god Grouden. Faced with this momentous decision, Jeanfong resolutely opted for the sky god, Rayquaza. Thus began the prologue to an exhilarating adventure, one that would see him ascend to the pinnacle of prowess as he gazed upon the myriad legendary Pokémon in his possession and mused how lonely it is to be invincible. This Rayquaza was obtained after clinching the Hoen League Championship whose rookie trainer uses Rayquaza to challenge gyms. Question Chinley. The media incessantly claims that the strongest trainer in Hoen is 00:01:04 - 00:02:10 Jeang Fong. He ought to take this championship, remarked Makoli that I only love digging for stones. If you seek a battle, Jeang Fong is your man, for I can never defeat him, declared Daigo. Jean Fong, let's have another battle. This time, I will not lose. Challenge Dash Jeang Fong. The matter of you bullying me previously has yet to be settled, warned Cynthia. Chapter one. My starter Pokemon are the Hoen deities in the Pokemon world. Hoen League, Old Town, a town that can be described as untouched by any hue. It is also the 00:01:37 - 00:02:32 birthplace of the protagonist from various versions of the Pokémon games, including Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, and subsequent titles such as Pokémon Dark. Yet for Jean Fong, this was an entirely novel adventure. As a native of Earth and a fervent admirer of the Pokemon series, having immersed himself in its anime, games, and comics, just days prior, he had been diligently striving to complete Pokemon Emerald. Little did he know that upon finally conquering the game, he would unexpectedly find himself 00:02:04 - 00:03:06 transported to the Pokémon world as an orphan in Oldale Town. Well, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Gazing into the mirror, he saw his 18-year-old self still in the prime of youth, which filled him with joy. Before his transmigration, he had already been a 30-something adult, burdened by the woes of adulthood and the frailties of life. Now, thanks to this extraordinary turn of events, he was restored to the vigor of 18, brimming with vitality and energy, an opportunity too precious to squander. 00:02:35 - 00:03:32 Moreover, he had entered the realm of his beloved Pokémon. With optimal health and a renewed lifespan, Jeanfong found himself utterly content. However, now that he had crossed over, Jeanfong was eager to encounter the Pokemon he cherished to embark on a journey as a Pokemon trainer to challenge gyms and to ascend to the title of the strongest trainer just like Ash. Yet, there was one pressing issue. Jeang phone lacked a starter Pokémon. Though, Professor Burch also resided in Old Town tasked with 00:03:04 - 00:04:00 distributing the initial trio of Hoen starters, Trio, Torchic, and Mudkip. Jeangfong being an orphan without financial means had not embarked on a journey by the age of 18. He had remained in the town helping its residents in exchange for necessities or a bit of pocket change for survival. Had it not been for the kindness of Oldale's inhabitants who had looked after him, he would not have survived to this age. Furthermore, the other trainers had already claimed their initial Pokémon. And even if Jeang Fong yearned to 00:03:32 - 00:04:30 travel, it was likely that Professor Burge had no more starters left to offer. Ah, what a predicament. Jeang Fong sighed, casting a glance at his modest dwelling. This situation could only be described as destitute. Without a starter Pokémon and devoid of funds, he found himself unable to leave Oldale Town for other loc. The reason was simple. Without a Pokémon companion, encountering wild Pokémon in the wilderness would spell disaster for a mere human. That a moment's carelessness could lead to his demise at the hands of 00:04:01 - 00:04:56 a wild creature. Did he truly believe that he could best wild Pokémon solely with his physical prowess? as if he were the strongest rookie from Pallet Town. In such circumstances, Jeanfong feared he might not survive the attempt to leave Oldale Town. Thus, how could he even entertain the notion of becoming the world's strongest trainer? Alas, it seemed his travel plans were destined to be cut short. Just as these thoughts plague him, a melodious voice suddenly resonated in his mind, detecting 00:04:28 - 00:05:25 transmigrator Jeang foam binding system. Ding! Congratulations, host. You have acquired the divine selection system. It has been noted that you are concerned about your initial Pokémon and travel funds, hence a beginner's gift pack is hereby issued. Would you like to open the beginner's gift pack immediately? Upon hearing the voice, Jeang Phone was momentarily takenback, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy, his face lighting up with excitement, a system, a trans migrator. This seemed to be the 00:04:56 - 00:05:56 hallmark of a protagonist. Truly, one receives what one lacks. And thus, Jeang phone promptly addressed the system. Divine selection system. Please open the beginner's gift pack at once. Ding. Host has opened the beginner's gift pack. The divine selection system is now officially bound to you. Jeang foam. Unique and unchangeable. Ding. The beginner's gift pack contains the following three options. Option one. Select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon rayquaza and receive 1 million 00:05:26 - 00:06:30 poke dollars for travel expenses one master ball and five luxury balls. Option two, choose the blue orb to gain the ocean god Kyogre along with 800,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five ultra balls. Option three, opt for the red orb to obtain the earth god grouden with 700,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five regular poke balls. At this moment, as Jeang Fong beheld the gleaming options before him, he stood frozen in astonishment. Whose benevolence granted such legendary Pokémon as starters? 00:05:59 - 00:06:54 Typically, trainers in the Hoen region would receive their initial Pokemon from Professor Burch, which would be Trio, Torchic, or Mudkip, each evolving into formidable and popular final forms. To acquire such illustrious starters would ordinarily require one to be a direct member of the Pokémon League or a trainer favored by the professors. Of course, if one hailed from a prestigious family, there would be no need for concern over initial Pokémon, perhaps even acquiring something superior to the 00:06:26 - 00:07:26 typical starters. Take for instance the former Hoen champion Zineodigo whose initial Pokémon was a dazzling semi-define shiny Beldum. Yet for someone like Jeang Fong, an orphan, the norm would be to lead a life akin to that of a bug catching boy leading a mundane existence as a backdrop to the true champions. Originally, Jean Fong had intended to capture a caterer pie or something similar, leveraging the rapid evolution of bugtype Pokémon as a transitional phase toward becoming a Pokémon master. However, with the 00:06:56 - 00:07:52 arrival of the divine selection system, Jeangfang's fate had undergone a remarkable transformation. At the very least, he would no longer need to gamble his life to acquire his first ordinary Pokémon. From this point forward, as a possessor of legendary Pokémon, Jeanfong would undoubtedly rise to join the ranks of the elite, even if he currently possessed only a single legendary creature. After exhaling a deep breath to dispel his anxiety, Jeang began to contemplate the implications. The Hoen 00:07:24 - 00:08:27 deities held immense fame among Pokemon enthusiasts. Grouden, also known as the god of the earth, is often referred to as the one who cannot fly. It possesses the formidable ability to ren the land of sunder and recreate continents, embodying the essence of both fire and ground type legendary Pokémon. Kyogre, the antithesis of Grouden, is colloquially known as the flying great whale, the watertype deity. It engages in perpetual life and death battles with Groudon, reigning as the god of the ocean. Rayquaza, a legendary Pokémon of 00:07:56 - 00:08:58 both dragon and flying types, is revered as the god of the sky, wielding immense authority. Each time Grouden and Kyogre clash, it is Rayquaza who descends to quell their strife. In its natural habitat, Rayquaza resides within the ozone layer, and should cosmic entities threaten, it emerges to defend the Earth. Its remarkable prowess allows it to confront both opponents simultaneously, effortlessly restoring peace between the two. In terms of base stats, both Grouden and Kyogre possess slightly lower values than Rayquaza, 00:08:26 - 00:09:24 totaling 670 points, while Rayquaza boasts a total of 680 points. Moreover, we must consider certain portrayals in the anime, particularly that of the shiny Mega Rayquaza, which showcase the extraordinary strength to single-handedly combat six legendary Pokémon. Thus, when Jean Foam encountered this choice, he had already formed a resolution in his heart that of course the level of poke balls and the amount of poke dollars, the exclusive currency of the Pokémon world seemed trivial in the presence of legendary
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
00:00:00 - 00:01:02 Jeang Fong found himself transported to the enchanting realm of Pokemon where he was bestowed with the divine selection system. To his astonishment, the initial trio of Pokémon presented to him comprised the legendary Hoen deities Rayquaza, Grouden, and Kyogre. Please, host, make your choice of your initial Pokémon. Option one, select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon, Rayquaza. Option two, opt for the blue orb to gain the ocean god, Kyogre. Option three, choose the red orb to obtain the earth 00:00:32 - 00:01:37 god Grouden. Faced with this momentous decision, Jeanfong resolutely opted for the sky god, Rayquaza. Thus began the prologue to an exhilarating adventure, one that would see him ascend to the pinnacle of prowess as he gazed upon the myriad legendary Pokémon in his possession and mused how lonely it is to be invincible. This Rayquaza was obtained after clinching the Hoen League Championship whose rookie trainer uses Rayquaza to challenge gyms. Question Chinley. The media incessantly claims that the strongest trainer in Hoen is 00:01:04 - 00:02:10 Jeang Fong. He ought to take this championship, remarked Makoli that I only love digging for stones. If you seek a battle, Jeang Fong is your man, for I can never defeat him, declared Daigo. Jean Fong, let's have another battle. This time, I will not lose. Challenge Dash Jeang Fong. The matter of you bullying me previously has yet to be settled, warned Cynthia. Chapter one. My starter Pokemon are the Hoen deities in the Pokemon world. Hoen League, Old Town, a town that can be described as untouched by any hue. It is also the 00:01:37 - 00:02:32 birthplace of the protagonist from various versions of the Pokémon games, including Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, and subsequent titles such as Pokémon Dark. Yet for Jean Fong, this was an entirely novel adventure. As a native of Earth and a fervent admirer of the Pokemon series, having immersed himself in its anime, games, and comics, just days prior, he had been diligently striving to complete Pokemon Emerald. Little did he know that upon finally conquering the game, he would unexpectedly find himself 00:02:04 - 00:03:06 transported to the Pokémon world as an orphan in Oldale Town. Well, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Gazing into the mirror, he saw his 18-year-old self still in the prime of youth, which filled him with joy. Before his transmigration, he had already been a 30-something adult, burdened by the woes of adulthood and the frailties of life. Now, thanks to this extraordinary turn of events, he was restored to the vigor of 18, brimming with vitality and energy, an opportunity too precious to squander. 00:02:35 - 00:03:32 Moreover, he had entered the realm of his beloved Pokémon. With optimal health and a renewed lifespan, Jeanfong found himself utterly content. However, now that he had crossed over, Jeanfong was eager to encounter the Pokemon he cherished to embark on a journey as a Pokemon trainer to challenge gyms and to ascend to the title of the strongest trainer just like Ash. Yet, there was one pressing issue. Jeang phone lacked a starter Pokémon. Though, Professor Burch also resided in Old Town tasked with 00:03:04 - 00:04:00 distributing the initial trio of Hoen starters, Trio, Torchic, and Mudkip. Jeangfong being an orphan without financial means had not embarked on a journey by the age of 18. He had remained in the town helping its residents in exchange for necessities or a bit of pocket change for survival. Had it not been for the kindness of Oldale's inhabitants who had looked after him, he would not have survived to this age. Furthermore, the other trainers had already claimed their initial Pokémon. And even if Jeang Fong yearned to 00:03:32 - 00:04:30 travel, it was likely that Professor Burge had no more starters left to offer. Ah, what a predicament. Jeang Fong sighed, casting a glance at his modest dwelling. This situation could only be described as destitute. Without a starter Pokémon and devoid of funds, he found himself unable to leave Oldale Town for other loc. The reason was simple. Without a Pokémon companion, encountering wild Pokémon in the wilderness would spell disaster for a mere human. That a moment's carelessness could lead to his demise at the hands of 00:04:01 - 00:04:56 a wild creature. Did he truly believe that he could best wild Pokémon solely with his physical prowess? as if he were the strongest rookie from Pallet Town. In such circumstances, Jeanfong feared he might not survive the attempt to leave Oldale Town. Thus, how could he even entertain the notion of becoming the world's strongest trainer? Alas, it seemed his travel plans were destined to be cut short. Just as these thoughts plague him, a melodious voice suddenly resonated in his mind, detecting 00:04:28 - 00:05:25 transmigrator Jeang foam binding system. Ding! Congratulations, host. You have acquired the divine selection system. It has been noted that you are concerned about your initial Pokémon and travel funds, hence a beginner's gift pack is hereby issued. Would you like to open the beginner's gift pack immediately? Upon hearing the voice, Jeang Phone was momentarily takenback, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy, his face lighting up with excitement, a system, a trans migrator. This seemed to be the 00:04:56 - 00:05:56 hallmark of a protagonist. Truly, one receives what one lacks. And thus, Jeang phone promptly addressed the system. Divine selection system. Please open the beginner's gift pack at once. Ding. Host has opened the beginner's gift pack. The divine selection system is now officially bound to you. Jeang foam. Unique and unchangeable. Ding. The beginner's gift pack contains the following three options. Option one. Select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon rayquaza and receive 1 million 00:05:26 - 00:06:30 poke dollars for travel expenses one master ball and five luxury balls. Option two, choose the blue orb to gain the ocean god Kyogre along with 800,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five ultra balls. Option three, opt for the red orb to obtain the earth god grouden with 700,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five regular poke balls. At this moment, as Jeang Fong beheld the gleaming options before him, he stood frozen in astonishment. Whose benevolence granted such legendary Pokémon as starters? 00:05:59 - 00:06:54 Typically, trainers in the Hoen region would receive their initial Pokemon from Professor Burch, which would be Trio, Torchic, or Mudkip, each evolving into formidable and popular final forms. To acquire such illustrious starters would ordinarily require one to be a direct member of the Pokémon League or a trainer favored by the professors. Of course, if one hailed from a prestigious family, there would be no need for concern over initial Pokémon, perhaps even acquiring something superior to the 00:06:26 - 00:07:26 typical starters. Take for instance the former Hoen champion Zineodigo whose initial Pokémon was a dazzling semi-define shiny Beldum. Yet for someone like Jeang Fong, an orphan, the norm would be to lead a life akin to that of a bug catching boy leading a mundane existence as a backdrop to the true champions. Originally, Jean Fong had intended to capture a caterer pie or something similar, leveraging the rapid evolution of bugtype Pokémon as a transitional phase toward becoming a Pokémon master. However, with the 00:06:56 - 00:07:52 arrival of the divine selection system, Jeangfang's fate had undergone a remarkable transformation. At the very least, he would no longer need to gamble his life to acquire his first ordinary Pokémon. From this point forward, as a possessor of legendary Pokémon, Jeanfong would undoubtedly rise to join the ranks of the elite, even if he currently possessed only a single legendary creature. After exhaling a deep breath to dispel his anxiety, Jeang began to contemplate the implications. The Hoen 00:07:24 - 00:08:27 deities held immense fame among Pokemon enthusiasts. Grouden, also known as the god of the earth, is often referred to as the one who cannot fly. It possesses the formidable ability to ren the land of sunder and recreate continents, embodying the essence of both fire and ground type legendary Pokémon. Kyogre, the antithesis of Grouden, is colloquially known as the flying great whale, the watertype deity. It engages in perpetual life and death battles with Groudon, reigning as the god of the ocean. Rayquaza, a legendary Pokémon of 00:07:56 - 00:08:58 both dragon and flying types, is revered as the god of the sky, wielding immense authority. Each time Grouden and Kyogre clash, it is Rayquaza who descends to quell their strife. In its natural habitat, Rayquaza resides within the ozone layer, and should cosmic entities threaten, it emerges to defend the Earth. Its remarkable prowess allows it to confront both opponents simultaneously, effortlessly restoring peace between the two. In terms of base stats, both Grouden and Kyogre possess slightly lower values than Rayquaza, 00:08:26 - 00:09:24 totaling 670 points, while Rayquaza boasts a total of 680 points. Moreover, we must consider certain portrayals in the anime, particularly that of the shiny Mega Rayquaza, which showcase the extraordinary strength to single-handedly combat six legendary Pokémon. Thus, when Jean Foam encountered this choice, he had already formed a resolution in his heart that of course the level of poke balls and the amount of poke dollars, the exclusive currency of the Pokémon world seemed trivial in the presence of legendary 00:08:55 - 00:09:55 beings. Regardless, these funds would suffice for Jeang Fong to lead a comfortable life for quite some time. Well then, system I choose. Chapter 2. Choosing Rayquaza, the system space system, I choose the green orb. Rayquaza selection confirmed. Once Jean Foong had made up his mind, his choice was unequivocally established. That choice was none other than the sky god Rayquaza. With the formidable power of the sky god as Jeangfangs initial Pokémon, his journey as a trainer would undoubtedly transform into an invincible 00:09:25 - 00:10:23 path. This was truly a legendary creature, one that even champions and elite trainers would find insurmountable. Moreover, in terms of resources and pokeballs, this choice surpassed that of Grouden and Kyogre, as 1 million Pokémon coins would suffice for Jeang Foam to procure ample training supplies. In this world of Pokémon, an affiliated trainer of the Alliance is one who can obtain initial Pokémon from various professors and acquire a Pokédex. During their travels, they are entitled to complimentary food, lodging, 00:09:55 - 00:10:50 and the medical treatment of their Pokémon at Pokémon centers across the regions. However, without a Pokedex or a starter Pokemon from the regional trio, one falls into the category of non-affiliated or wild trainers who must bear their own expenses. Lodging meals and medical care at a Pokémon center would typically cost around 1,000 Pokémon coins per night, while a standard Pokeball is priced at 200 coins. Though these prices are not exorbitant, the daily expenses of staying at a Pokémon center for healing 00:10:22 - 00:11:19 after battles can accumulate significantly. Thus, it becomes evident how challenging it is for an ordinary individual to alter their destiny. Only those hailing from affluent families can afford to wholeheartedly embark on the path of a trainer for their descendants. Upon Jangfangs selection of Rayquaza, he once again heard the systems notification chime. Ding. Congratulations, host. You have chosen the green orb, obtained the legendary Pokémon Rayquaza, and received a reward of 1 million Pokémon coins as travel 00:10:50 - 00:11:51 funds, one master ball, and five luxury balls. Ding. The system space has been activated. The host can store all items, resources, including Pokémon, within the system space. This system space can simulate the most suitable living environment for the host's Pokémon, allowing for superior growth and even enabling simulated battles within the system space. Rayquaza is already within the system space. The host can access it at any time. Ding. The host's current attribute panel is as follows. Host 00:11:20 - 00:12:20 Jeanfong age 18. Funds 1 million Pokemon coins. Pokemon Rayquaza attributes can be viewed. Items five luxury balls attached system space. Upon hearing these announcements from the system, Jangfong could not help but feel overwhelming joy. The divine selection system actually came with a system space, which meant that all the legendary Pokémon he would capture in the future could remain by his side, and summoning them would merely be a thought away. Even Rayquaza would not need to remain confined within a Pokeball. With 00:11:51 - 00:12:52 Rayquaza's protection, Jeang Fong would be virtually invincible in this Pokemon world, ensuring the safety of his life and possessions. He would face any nefarious organizations, be it Team Rocket, Team Aqua, or Team Magma, without a trace of fear. A single luxury ball in the Pokémon League store cost a staggering 20,000 Pokémon coins, 100 times the price of a standard Pokeball. Now, having received five for free, he could indeed begin to assemble his first team. Although luxury balls are expensive, their advantages are immense. 00:12:21 - 00:13:15 They significantly enhance the bond between trainer and Pokémon and provide a considerably better living condition for Pokémon within their confines. However, with the existence of the system space, it seems that their only advantage remains the increase in intimacy. After all, how could a Pokeball space compare to the entirety of the system space? Perhaps Ash's Pacu's reluctance to return to its Pokeball stems from the mundane environment of a standard Pokeball. At this moment, holding the master ball 00:12:48 - 00:14:01 designated for Rayquaza, Jean Fong opened Rayquaza's attribute panel. Ding. Rayquaza's current attributes are as follows. Pokemon Rayquaza, divine role, sky god. Level 100. Ability: Airlock. Type: Dragon flying. Qualification. Color. Qualifications range from white, green, blue, purple, gold, red to color in ascending order. Bond evolution unlocked. Mega evolution. Mega Rayquaza skills. Dragon Ascent, Dragon Pulse, Dragon Breath, Outrage, Intimacy, 255. Experience: Guardian of the World's 00:13:24 - 00:14:23 Skies, now devoted solely to protecting its trainer under the guidance of mysterious powers. Hobby enjoys battle. At this moment, gazing at Rayquaza's extraordinarily lavish attributes, Jeang found himself entranced. Upon seeing Rayquaza's divine role, his heart swelled with joy. It is well known that in the Pokemon world, the disparity in strength between divine beasts with roles and those without is vast. For instance, take Articunino, a secondary divine Pokémon. Possessing a divine role 00:13:54 - 00:14:49 allows it to contend with even Lugia at certain moments. The three divine birds with divine roles can easily overpower Lugia, whereas the weaker Articuno could be defeated by Ash's Charizard. This is the reality of that gap. A divine Pokemon with a divine role will only face defeat against another divine Pokemon of superior strength. However, more often than not, the outcome is a stalemate, akin to the rivalry between Kyogre and Grouden. Jeangfangs Rayquaza had already reached the pinnacle level 00:14:21 - 00:15:24 of 100, requiring no further training as it was already a fully realized entity. The qualification was also of the highest caliber being color. In this world, Pokemon qualifications are categorized into seven tiers: white, green, blue, purple, gold, red, and color. As the sky god, Rayquaza exists at the zenith of qualification, and the potential of divine Pokémon is undoubtedly formidable. Continuing to scrutinize further, the intimacy was a perfect 255, ensuring that Rayquaza would heed its trainer's commands 00:14:53 - 00:15:53 without hesitation. Furthermore, Rayquaza possessed the capability for mega evolution, transforming into the formidable mega Rayquaza. However, the bond evolution remained in an unlocked state, which puzzled Jong Fo. Wasn't this form of evolution exclusive to Ash and his Greninja? Could it be that Rayquaza also has its own bond evolution form? With a sense of confusion and curiosity, Jeang inquired of the system system. What does it mean that bond evolution is unlocked? Following Jeangfangs inquiry, the system 00:15:22 - 00:16:20 responded, returning to the host. Any Pokemon belonging to the host can achieve bond evolution through maximum intimacy, provided there is a mutual understanding between trainer and Pokémon, facilitated by the system to become stronger. However, as the intimacy between the host and Rayquaza has not yet reached its maximum, once the host and Rayquaza achieve mutual understanding, it will naturally be unlocked. Additionally, all Pokémon possess a state of Mega Evolution, but current human research on Pokémon is not 00:15:51 - 00:16:49 exhaustive, resulting in only a few discovered Mega Evolution forms. As long as the host acquires their Mega Evolution stones, they too can undergo mega evolution. Upon hearing the systems clarification, Jeang Fong understood, "All Pokémon possess a mega evolution state, but bond evolution can only be attained through the power of the system. As for which evolutionary method is superior, that is a matter of personal perspective. This indicates that regardless of what Pokemon Jongfong captures in the future, he will have the 00:16:20 - 00:17:15 potential to unlock their powers as long as one acquires their mega evolution stone or achieves maximum friendship, the two evolution methods, mega evolution and bond evolution, can be unlocked. Regarding his fondness for battle, Jean Foong expressed that in the future, during worthy confrontations, he would certainly summon his Rayquaza to fight. With this understanding, Jehong commanded, "System, I wish to enter the system space." At that moment, Rayquaza resided within Zongfangs system space. 00:16:48 - 00:17:47 Since the system indicated that his bond with Rayquaza was not yet at maximum, it was imperative to cultivate their synergy. Similarly, Jean Fong was eager to witness the true form of Rayquaza. Previously, he had merely been an observer watching anime and playing games. Nothing could compare to the exhilaration of witnessing it firsthand. In the next instant, as the system responded, Jeang Fong felt a flash before his eyes. Subsequently, he found himself within the system space. Upon opening his eyes, he beheld a vast 00:17:17 - 00:18:19 expanse filled with prairies, oceans, lakes, mountains, volcanoes, and forests, an unbounded realm that felt entirely new. However, this new world appeared remarkably desolate. Just as Jeang Fo marveled at the system space, a resounding roar echoed through time and space. Turning towards the source of the sound, he was met with the sight of a massive green and gold three-clawed dragon soaring through the sky. P S. The qualifications range from low to high as follows: white, green, blue, purple,
Cover (Halaman Sampul) — Instruksi Visual Lengkap Judul (bahasa Inggris): "Ashen Blade" Font: puitis / klasik — gaya serif elegan dengan flourishes ringan (mis. Garamond/EB Garamond with decorative ligatures, atau Cinzel Decorative). Judul besar, center-top; subtitle kecil di bawah: "Episode 1 — The Ember Valley". Ukuran & rasio file: Rasio untuk webtoon / manhwa vertikal: 810 x 1440 px (standar), saran resolution 300 DPI untuk cetak. Jika preview untuk platform webtoon, sediakan versi 1160 x 1920 px juga (untuk layar tinggi). Komposisi visual: Tipe cover: mood cinematic, kombinasi lanskap + portrait character fokus. Layout terbagi: latar belakang panorama Kerajaan Lysandrel (atas), foreground karakter Aeron (tengah-bawah), aksen magis (ember/runs/bulu rubah) menyapu diagonal dari kanan bawah ke kiri atas. Elemen detail: Latar belakang (atas + jauh) Kastil Lysandrel di kejauhan, menara ramping dan tembok batu, bendera berkibar dengan lambang pohon + pedang. Langit pagi berkabut, warna tembaga pucat ke hijau kelabu. Siluet awan tipis; sinar matahari terbit memantul halus pada menara. Foreground — Aeron (fokus utama) Posisi: berdiri sedikit miring menghadapi pembaca (3/4 view), tubuh menghadap sedikit kanan, kepala menoleh ke kiri (mata menatap pembaca). Umur: remaja akhir / awal 20-an, tinggi elfish, telinga runcing jelas tapi tidak berlebihan. Wajah: ekspresi tenang tetapi penuh tekad; mata hijau kebiruan, sorot tajam. Rambut: perak-coklat, panjang sebahu, beberapa helai tertiup angin. Pakaian: campuran sederhana dan unsur bangsawan — jubah pendek gelap dengan bordir motif keluarga di lengan; kemeja linen abu lembut; celana praktis; boots kulit. Ada bekas robekan kecil dan noda jelaga untuk menunjukkan pengasingan. Aksesori: liontin kecil berbentuk rubah, cincin keluarga samar di jari; lencana bangsawan di bagian dalam jubah (hanya terlihat sebagian). Pedang: disampirkan di punggung atau digenggam di satu tangan, gagang terukir runa halus, mata pedang redup namun ada kilau amber samar pada tepi. Gagak pedang ada motif pohon & pedang. Pose tangan: tangan kanan menggenggam gagang pedang, sedikit santai tapi siap. Tangan kiri menyentuh sehelai bulu rubah magis yang melayang (lihat elemen magis). Elemen magis & aksen (menyatukan komposisi) Jejak ember/embers: partikel berwarna oranye-amber seperti bara kecil mengalir diagonal dari kanan bawah (dekat tangan Aeron) ke kiri atas (menuju kastil). Partikel ini membentuk garis komposisi yang menuntun mata dari karakter ke latar. Sehelai bulu rubah berapi melayang dekat tangan Aeron — sedikit berasap, ujungnya berkilau. Bulu ini memancarkan cahaya lembut yang memantulkan pada wajah Aeron. Runa halus pada gagang pedang memancarkan cahaya tipis; beberapa runa menyala sedikit lebih terang untuk menunjukkan 'ikatan' dengan bulu. Di latar jauh, di atas bukit, samar-samar siluet rubah tiga ekor berapi (menegaskan ancaman/tema). Tipografi & penempatan judul Judul "Ashen Blade" ditempatkan di bagian atas tengah, besar dan elegan. Warna huruf: krem hangat dengan subtle drop shadow berwarna tembaga gelap agar kontras dengan langit. Subtitle "Episode 1 — The Ember Valley" lebih kecil, all caps tipis, diletakkan langsung di bawah judul dengan spacing cukup. Nama penulis/pencipta (opsional) di bagian bawah cover, kiri atau kanan bawah dalam font serif kecil. Warna & mood: Palet: tembaga, amber, hijau kebiruan, abu batu. Kontras antara dingin (kerajaan) dan hangat (ember) untuk menonjolkan tema konflik. Pencahayaan: rim light hangat di sisi kanan Aeron (dari ember/bulu) dan backlight dingin dari cahaya pagi kastil. Tekstur: sedikit grain halus/film grain untuk nuansa klasik; goresan tinta lembut di garis luar untuk estetika manhwa. Instruksi lighting & rendering: Gunakan rim light untuk memisahkan Aeron dari latar. Pastikan mata Aeron sedikit bersinar (catchlight) dari bulu ember, agar ekspresi terasa hidup. Efek partikel ember semi-glow, opacity bervariasi, beberapa blur motion untuk menunjukkan gerak. Pertahankan detail pada pedang (ukiran runa) agar mudah dibaca ketika diperbesar.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Parallel world, Huaxia Dragon Kingdom, outside the gates of Modu University. The July breeze, carrying a hint of laziness, brushed past gently, announcing the arrival of the graduation season. Qin Yi, dressed in a black bachelor’s gown with a gray collar, held a bouquet of bright roses in his hands, seemingly unafraid of the scorching sun and indifferent to the countless curious or mocking gazes around him. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of apprehension and expectation, as if he were waiting for an unknown judgment. His gaze was locked on the school gate, silently counting the time in his heart, waiting for that familiar yet strange figure to appear. “Qin Yi, you have to promise me. When we graduate, we’ll wear our bachelor’s gowns together and take a commemorative photo at the school gate. You also have to prepare a big bouquet of roses for me, and then...” Memories flooded back like a tide, as those beautiful times spent with Su Mo replayed in Qin Yi’s mind like a movie. A smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of his mouth; those were the sweet memories that belonged to them. However, beautiful memories are always fleeting. A month ago, Su Mo suddenly initiated a breakup, without any warning or explanation. Her words were like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Qin Yi’s heart. “Qin Yi, thank you for taking care of me these past three years and giving me a carefree time in university.” “I used to hear people say that love in university has no results. Breaking up upon graduation is a curse that no one can escape.” “Back then, I didn’t believe it. I thought you were my Prince Charming. I once dreamed that we would be together forever, from the campus to marriage...” “But only now do I understand that I was wrong, completely wrong!” “Love without material substance is like a handful of sand; it doesn’t even need the wind to blow, it just scatters after a few steps.” “So, Qin Yi, you understand what I mean. Let go! If you still love me, don’t come looking for me again.” “For the rest of my life, it will no longer be you!” “Don’t miss me! Don’t reply!” These were the last few words Su Mo had left for Qin Yi on WeChat. Since then, the WeChat chat box between Qin Yi and Su Mo was filled with nothing but one red exclamation mark after another. Today is July 1st, the day the graduates of Modu University leave the campus. Qin Yi had taken an overnight green-skinned train from his hometown of Jingnan to Modu, just to fulfill that original promise. However, the moment he stood at the school gate, he realized how foolish and ridiculous he was. ... At ten o’clock in the morning, it was exceptionally lively outside the gates of Modu University. Students dragged their suitcases out of the campus in an endless stream, their faces filled with expectation for the future and reluctance to leave the past. Among the crowd, a young man in a bachelor’s gown was particularly eye-catching; he was Qin Yi. Although the air was thick with the humidity and sweltering heat of the Plum Rain Season, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers. They gathered in small groups, their gazes focused on Qin Yi, as whispers rose and fell. “Hey, look at that guy. Isn’t that Qin Yi, the influential figure from our School of Economics?” a girl wearing glasses pointed at Qin Yi curiously and asked the classmate next to her. “Yes, yes, I remember now, it’s him!” a boy nearby added. “So it’s him. Why is he back now? Didn’t he have his graduation delayed?” a short-haired girl said curiously. “Delayed graduation? Why?” “Cough, you guys don’t know yet? It’s all over the school forum! They say Qin Yi’s family business ran into trouble and they owe a lot of money. Creditors go to his house every few days to demand payment. I heard that a while ago, his dad was even kidnapped by loan sharks and tortured quite badly...” a well-informed student said in a low voice. “Then he still dares to put on such a big show here? Isn’t he afraid the creditors will come knocking?” a tall boy joked. “Who knows, maybe he’s here for one last meeting. I heard that he and Su Mo, the department beauty of the Music Academy, have been dating since their sophomore year. Now Su Mo is really in the spotlight; I wonder if she’ll despise him.” a girl whispered. “Despise him? That’s for sure! If it were me, I would have said goodbye to him long ago. What’s the point of dating without money? It’s just a waste of youth,” a fashionably dressed girl said disdainfully. “Not necessarily. Maybe Su Mo is someone who values feelings. After all, they’ve been together for so long; there’s an emotional foundation,” a seemingly innocent girl defended Qin Yi. “Feelings? In this realistic society, can feelings put food on the table? Just wait and see, Su Mo will definitely break up with him,” a boy wearing headphones asserted coldly. The onlookers discussed fervently, each expressing their own opinions. Some sympathized with Qin Yi’s plight, while others sneered at his behavior. ... Listening to the discussions around him, Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He silently lowered his eyes, and the bouquet of roses in his hand swayed gently in the breeze, as if also recounting his loneliness and helplessness... Yeah, what am I doing back here? Ever since the family business met its Waterloo, those relatives who used to be so warm and welcoming have stayed away as if avoiding a plague, fearing they would be dragged into the turmoil. Come to think of it, Su Mo probably broke up with me for the same reason. Just as Qin Yi was torn in his heart about whether he should quietly leave, another commotion arose in the crowd... “Hey, hey, the main character is out! Want to bet? I bet the great department beauty Su will definitely break up with this kid! How about the loser treats everyone?” “A bet’s a bet. I bet Su Mo will stay loyal. After all, it’s a three-year relationship; it can’t just end like that...” ... Qin Yi took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and looked up toward the school gate. Su Mo’s figure came into view. She was still radiant, with exquisite makeup and a charming smile. Her white lace dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming white lotus. “Mo...” The words reached his lips, but Qin Yi forced them back down. Only because of the look Su Mo had just given him. When Su Mo saw Qin Yi, the smile on her face instantly froze, replaced by undisguised disdain and disgust. However, her gaze only lingered on Qin Yi’s face for a brief moment before immediately moving past him to look at the street behind him, her eyes filled with a bit of panic, as if she were worried about being seen by someone. A moment later, as if a weight had been lifted, Su Mo shifted her gaze back to Qin Yi and walked quickly toward him, her high heels making a crisp “da-da” sound against the ground. “What are you doing here! Didn’t I tell you everything on WeChat?! Can’t you understand? Do I really have to break up with you in person? Fine! Then I’ll tell you one more time! We’ve broken up! Acting like this now only makes me look down on you even more!” Su Mo’s tone was full of disdain and mockery, as if having Qin Yi as an ex was a very shameful thing. The surrounding crowd began to whisper, and the sound of discussion rose and fell. “See, I told you. How could Su Mo still be interested in this fallen Rich Second Generation?” “Sigh, Qin Yi is just asking for trouble. Knowing what kind of person Su Mo is, he still had to pull this stunt.” “I get it, Qin Yi just can’t let go... I heard that when this department beauty Su was dating Qin Yi, she made him spend quite a bit of money on her... Now that Qin Yi’s family is bankrupt, she wants to break up... That’s really heartless!” “I don’t like hearing that. How can you say it’s heartless? Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but they fly their separate ways when disaster strikes’? If it’s like that for married couples, let alone just a pair of lovers.” “Sigh, yeah. Who would want to be saddled with a mountain of debt right after graduation...” ... Qin Yi’s throat moved as he gripped the bouquet of roses tightly. He knew he was in a wretched state right now, but he still summoned the courage to hand the bouquet to Su Mo. “Momo, do you still remember the promise you made to me when we first started dating?” Hearing this, Su Mo’s expression froze slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred deep in her heart. “You said that when we graduate, you wanted me to prepare a bouquet of roses for you, and we would wear our bachelor’s gowns together...” However, before Qin Yi could finish, he was interrupted by Su Mo’s impatient wave of her hand. “Qin Yi, stop deceiving yourself! You think doing this will make me change my mind? I’m telling you, it’s impossible! We’ve already broken up. To me, you are nothing now!” “Momo, I didn’t come here today to pester you. I just wanted to fulfill our promise and put a full stop to this relationship.” Qin Yi’s voice was a bit choked. But Su Mo interrupted him impatiently: “Qin Yi, you are truly laughably naive! Do you think doing this can win me back? I’m telling you, it’s over between us! You have nothing now; what do you have to love me with? Just your words?” Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: “Momo, I know I have nothing right now, but I believe I will stand up again. Give me a little time, and I will prove to you that I, Qin Yi, am not someone who only speaks empty words.” Su Mo shook her head coldly: “Qin Yi, stop dreaming! Besides, I’ve already found a new partner; his family background is better than yours, and he’s richer than you. My life now is something you can’t even imagine. So, please don’t show up in front of me again. From now on, we are strangers!” Although Qin Yi had already had a premonition, when these cold and heartless words came out of Su Mo’s mouth, he still felt as if he had been struck by a ruthless heavy hammer. The last faint glimmer of hope in his heart shattered, and it felt as if something had split open in his chest, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The bouquet of roses that he had been holding tightly now seemed to have lost all its vitality, the petals drooping as if also mourning for this lost relationship. The onlookers also began to chime in with their discussions. “Those words are a bit too much. After all, they were together for three years; there’s no need to be so harsh.” Someone said indignantly. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect that Su Mo, who usually looks so gentle and harmless, would say such hurtful words.” Someone shook their head and sighed. “This is a typical ’Green Tea’; she acts pure and harmless on the surface, but in reality, she’s very calculating.” Someone commented disdainfully. “Sigh, Qin Yi is really pitiful. Being hurt by someone like that, I’m afraid it’ll be hard for him to believe in love again.” Someone sighed sympathetically. “Sigh, sweet words when there’s money, but turning cold and heartless when there’s none.” Someone lamented indignantly. Accused by those around her, Su Mo’s expression gradually became awkward. Her gaze toward Qin Yi, beyond disdain, now held a few more hints of disgust. Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a freezing point, a sharp car horn pierced the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. “Beep, beep, beep—” Everyone turned their heads to see a dazzling yellow sports car speeding over like a shooting star, coming to a steady stop on the street not far away. The sports car had sleek lines and a dazzling luster. The scissor doors slowly rose, and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out with a flourish. “Wow, a sports car! So cool!” “Oh my god, isn’t that the latest Maserati MC20? I heard it costs over three million to get one!” “Holy crap, for real? That expensive?!” “The guy in sunglasses is so handsome, such a strong aura. He’s totally my ideal type!” “He seems to be looking at me... Should I go up and strike up a conversation?” ... The onlookers instantly erupted into a frenzy. Emotions of envy, jealousy, and desire intertwined, forming an indescribable atmosphere. Su Mo’s gaze also shifted away from Qin Yi. When she saw the man in sunglasses walking toward her, her eyes immediately shimmered with a gentle light. Qin Yi watched this, feeling a sharp pang in his heart. Once upon a time, Su Mo used to look at him with such tenderness... Just as the man in sunglasses was about to reach Su Mo, she suddenly lowered her voice and said angrily to Qin Yi, “Qin Yi! Leave quickly. If you don’t care about your Face, I still care about mine!” No sooner had she spoken than the man in sunglasses stood before her. He glanced at Qin Yi, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth. What happened next left the onlookers even more dumbfounded. Disregarding the gazes of Qin Yi and the crowd, the man in sunglasses reached out to wrap his arm around Su Mo’s waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Whoa—” The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp. Qin Yi’s mind went blank, feeling a surge of rage rising from the bottom of his heart. The bouquet of roses in his hand slipped weakly to the ground. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists clenched until they cracked. A moment later, the man in sunglasses separated from Su Mo. He reached out to toy with her hair, his Face full of triumph. After all, kissing the department beauty in front of so many people gave any man a lot of Face. Not to mention, it was right in front of Qin Yi, the ex! Men simply loved to “show off” their affection in front of a woman’s ex to satisfy their own vanity. “Mo Mo, who is he!” Qin Yi’s gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly at the man in sunglasses. He gritted his teeth as if to crush the anger in his heart. The man in sunglasses turned leisurely, his hand sliding down Su Mo’s back. He inadvertently increased his grip, pulling Su Mo close to him, then sized Qin Yi up provocatively. Su Mo felt a bit of pain, but she still feigned a look of happiness on her Face. At this moment, as if declaring his sovereignty, the man in sunglasses pulled his shades down slightly, revealing his arrogant and smug Face with a mocking smile. “Wang Hao!” Qin Yi’s eyes widened. He looked at Wang Hao in disbelief, then turned his gaze back to Su Mo, his voice trembling as he asked, “Mo Mo, you... how can you be with him? Don’t you know? He’s just a scumbag who toys with feelings! He changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes! You’ll suffer if you’re with him!” Su Mo frowned, her Face showing disgust again as she glared at Qin Yi. “Qin Yi! What right do you have to talk about Brother Hao? I’ve already broken up with you! It’s none of your business who I’m with!” Wang Hao let go of Su Mo, walked up to Qin Yi, circled him, and said in a deliberately mocking tone, “Oho, oho... I wondered which devoted lover it was, but it’s actually Young Master Qin. What’s the matter? Has everything at Young Master Qin’s home been settled? Speaking of which, it’s been about half a year since we last met... Why are you still wearing a graduation gown in this heat? Aren’t you hot?” As Wang Hao spoke, he tugged at the graduation gown Qin Yi was wearing with a look of extreme disdain. Qin Yi clenched his fists, veins bulging as he glared at Wang Hao. “My business is none of your concern!” Wang Hao had never gotten along with Qin Yi; they were classmates. Previously, their family backgrounds were similar, but not only was Qin Yi’s family wealthy, his grades in school were also better than Wang Hao’s. Most importantly, Qin Yi was more handsome than him, so Wang Hao had been overshadowed by Qin Yi in every way during their college years. But who could have imagined that as graduation approached, Qin Yi’s family company would go bankrupt due to a broken capital chain. Not only that, according to Su Mo, Qin Yi’s father also owed a large amount of high-interest debt—the kind that ordinary people couldn’t pay off in several lifetimes even without eating or drinking... When he heard this news, Wang Hao couldn’t have been happier. He thought he had to find an opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Qin Yi and vent his hatred! Unfortunately, as soon as trouble hit Qin Yi’s home, he took a leave of absence and went back. Thus, Wang Hao could only set his sights on Su Mo. For a man, what could be more humiliating than having his woman touched by another? Originally, Wang Hao thought Qin Yi and Su Mo’s relationship was very strong, and it might take some effort. But who knew that Su Mo, who appeared pure and innocent like a white lotus on the surface, was actually a total gold-digger at heart. So, after Qin Yi took his leave and left the school, Wang Hao launched an offensive on Su Mo, showering her with various luxury goods and high-end restaurants regardless of the cost. Finally, a month ago, Su Mo was completely conquered by Wang Hao. At the same time, Wang Hao also learned about Qin Yi’s family matters from Su Mo. The posts on the campus forum about the bankruptcy of Qin Yi’s family were also spread by Wang Hao. Now that he had encountered Qin Yi again, Wang Hao naturally wouldn’t let this chance slip by. He had to “kick the dog while it’s down”! At this point, more and more people were gathering. Su Mo didn’t want things to become public knowledge either; after all, it wasn’t good for her reputation. So, Su Mo lowered her voice and said softly to Wang Hao, “Brother Hao, ignore him. It’s so hot outside, let’s go...” How could Wang Hao listen to Su Mo? He glanced at the roses on the ground and let out a disdainful chuckle. “Hehe, what did Young Master Qin just call me? A scumbag?” As Wang Hao spoke, his hand reached out recklessly to touch Su Mo’s Face. He hooked her chin with his finger and once again, provocatively and roughly, kissed her on the lips. It wasn’t until Su Mo felt she couldn’t breathe properly that Wang Hao let go of her, looking at Qin Yi with a provocative gaze. “Young Master Qin is right! Compared to Young Master Qin’s devotion, I, Wang Hao, am a bit of a scumbag. But so what? I have money! I’m happy to spend money on women. Especially ones like Mo Mo!” “You!” Qin Yi stared at Wang Hao in fury, his fists clenched tight, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour him. In the past, Wang Hao might have been wary of Qin Yi, as their families were of equal strength. But now, Qin Yi’s actions in Wang Hao’s eyes were nothing more than impotent rage. So, Wang Hao continued to provoke him. “What about ’you’? What? Want to hit me? I’m so scared...” Wang Hao took two more steps toward Qin Yi with a sleazy look, fearlessly thrusting his Face in front of Qin Yi’s. “Come on, hit me right here!” Infuriated, Qin Yi was about to strike out and teach this bastard a lesson. But unexpectedly, Wang Hao let out a cold laugh. “Think carefully! If this punch lands, you’ll either pay up or go to jail!” Qin Yi hesitated... If this were half a year ago, he would have thrown that punch without any hesitation! But now, he no longer had the capital to bear the consequences of that punch. If he were arrested, not only would his studies be affected, but it would also place an even greater burden on his parents... His family could no longer afford it... Thinking of this, Qin Yi backed down, his clenched fists slowly loosening. Seeing this, Wang Hao gave a cold smile and spat disdainfully. “Pah! Dammit, you coward! You’ve got no strength, yet you’re so damn good at putting on an act!” After saying that, Wang Hao lifted his foot and, as if trying to crush Qin Yi to death, stomped hard on the bouquet of roses on the ground. Those once delicate flowers were ruthlessly crushed, and Qin Yi’s heart broke along with them. His dignity, his love, his everything—at this moment, they were all trampled underfoot by this bastard Wang Hao... Qin Yi lowered his eyes, disheartened, wanting only to turn around and leave. But Wang Hao had no intention of letting Qin Yi off so easily! The humiliation wasn’t enough! “Stop! Did I say you could leave?!” Qin Yi looked up, his eyes flashing with the light of anger. “Wang Hao! Don’t you fucking go too far!” he roared. Wang Hao showed no fear; instead, he became even more arrogant. “Too far? I’ll show you what ’too far’ means!” He snatched the bag from Su Mo’s shoulder, pulled out a few bills, and threw them in Qin Yi’s Face. “Take this money as compensation for you!” Having said that, Wang Hao was about to turn and leave, but then seemed to remember something. He leaned into Qin Yi’s ear and whispered another mockery. “By the way, there’s one thing I almost forgot to tell you! I took Su Mo’s first time! Qin Yi, should I call you devoted or just stupid? I really didn’t expect that after being with Su Mo for three years, she was still a virgin... Back then, you were rich and handsome, so why didn’t you just take her? Could it be that your equipment doesn’t work? But I should still thank you for that! Don’t worry, after my day-and-night training during this time, she’s very familiar with all kinds of positions now! Oh, by the way, I have plenty of videos and photos on my phone. If you’re interested, I don’t mind letting you have a look! After all, sharing joy is better than keeping it to yourself...” Qin Yi was completely enraged. “Wang Hao! Fuck your ancestors!” He threw a punch toward Wang Hao’s Face. Since Wang Hao had chosen to use this matter to completely provoke Qin Yi, he was naturally prepared. He quickly retreated and grabbed Su Mo, pulling her in front of him. Wang Hao was different from Qin Yi; he wouldn’t cherish Su Mo just because she was his woman now. To him, women were nothing more than playthings! He, Wang Hao, wouldn’t be as stupid as Qin Yi and get hurt for a woman! “Ah...” Su Mo screamed and closed her eyes, terrified. Qin Yi’s punch stalled in mid-air; he hesitated. Taking the opportunity, Wang Hao raised his leg and kicked Qin Yi hard in the abdomen. Qin Yi staggered back in pain, glaring at Wang Hao. “Wang Hao! You bastard! You actually used a woman as a shield!” he roared. “Hahaha, Qin Yi! If I say you’re stupid, you really are! Think carefully! Can you afford the consequences of hitting me? Think about your dad, think about your mom, think about the debts your family owes! You useless trash!” Qin Yi looked at Wang Hao, his eyes nearly bursting. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, but in the end, he let go... Some of the people around shook their heads and sighed, feeling the injustice for Qin Yi; others mocked him, calling him a spineless coward... But only Qin Yi knew that although he had lost, he hadn’t lost to Wang Hao, but to his family ties! Seeing Qin Yi like this, Wang Hao laughed loudly and turned around, his hand recklessly resting on Su Mo’s perky butt, squeezing it at will. “Let’s go! Dammit, I’m happy today! Which bag did you mention last time?” “Oh, you’re so annoying, Brother Hao, so many people are watching...” Su Mo pressed close to Wang Hao, pulling his wandering arm around her waist. Her voice was extremely artificial, as if she had already forgotten how Wang Hao had just used her as a human shield. “Let them look! Let them watch...” Soon, amidst gazes of either envy or disdain, Wang Hao and Su Mo got into the yellow sports car. Then, the engine roared, and the yellow sports car thundered away from Modu University. Seeing that the main parties had left, the onlookers also lost interest. Meanwhile, Qin Yi remained standing there dazed. A clear footprint had been added to his graduation gown. A few hundred-yuan bills were scattered on the ground, drifting in the breeze along with the crushed rose petals.