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Panel 1 wide Photo 1 the priestess of light walking into the castle everyone bows as she enters even the priest in white robes and green outlines who was doing the awakening ceremony Panel 2 split Photo 1 standing in front of a crowd of bowing people as the bowing priest announced that the priestess of light will be taken over photo 3 wearing a 1776 suit green and white with white pants standing in the crowd next to photo 4 standing with her hand on her hips wearing a formal dress blue with white stockings and black outlines smiling Panel 3 wide Photo 2 saying the priestess of light Panel 4 split photo 3 saying I’m next I’ll get my awakening performed by the priestess it my lucky day photo 4 saying I’m after you my dearest cousin so don’t let the family down
Photo 1 returns to her room in the castle as soon as she closes her door it a knock a plaice maid walks in big boobs and a blue shirt black skirt hell young mis here are your equipment you requested photo 1 smiles thank you and starts working on make 3 armor suits the first armor was made for photo 1 her black and pink suit when -photo 2 enter her room using her power she changed herself into photo 1 and saying this is cool
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(Panel 1 wide photo 1 rushing over to photo 3 who is being helped to her feet by photo 4 saying I’m fine I’m fine!!! As they are surrounded by Ice in the garden of the castle) Panel 2 split in 3 Photo 2 saying so is anyone going to tell me what’s going on photo 1 looking irritated saying if you was here you’d know!!! Photo 3 saying it’s ok guys no need to be upset with each other. (Looking at photo 2 saying) TJ was possessed by a spirit we had to fight him it didn’t look good for us! Panel 3 wide Photo 2 saying where are they now photo 3 pointing to a dark circle with red lightning going through it surrounded by ice Panel 4 split photo 4 standing next to photo 3 with his brown pit-bull with a white patch on it’s chest and his massive black and red falcon flying near by saying I have to get stronger Panel 5 split 3 Photo 1 saying let me heal you Asia (to photo 3) photo 1 using his newly unlocked skill (blessing of the Paladin) maxing out all his MP then stumbling nearly falling photo 3 saying the fight must have been a hard one Panel 6 split Photo 3 being engulfed in golden light as her HP and MP goes up from photo 1 ability blessing of the paladin (photo 3 looking to photo 4 saying I have a suit made for you
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
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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.
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.
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,
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CHAPTER: “ANNOUNCEMENT DAY / THE TOUR RETURNS” ⸻ The morning started like any other— until it didn’t. ⸻ BLACKPINK were gathered in the living room. Not for rehearsal. Not for casual planning. But for something bigger. ⸻ Jisoo stood first, holding a printed schedule in both hands. Her long dark hair was softly styled, and she wore a calm ivory blouse with tailored trousers. Her expression was steady—but there was excitement underneath it. ⸻ Jennie leaned forward immediately. “Don’t tell me…” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. “It’s official.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Rosé covered her mouth slightly, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she smiled. “…We’re going on tour?” ⸻ Jisoo smiled back. “Yes.” ⸻ The room shifted instantly. ⸻ Jennie stood up. “International?” ⸻ “International,” Jisoo confirmed. ⸻ Lisa hadn’t spoken yet. ⸻ Lisa sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at the schedule in Jisoo’s hand. Her brown hair was tied loosely, casual home clothes replacing stage outfits for now. Her expression slowly changed— from surprise… to recognition… to something softer. ⸻ “…It’s been a while,” she said quietly. ⸻ Jennie pointed at her. “That tone means you’re already thinking about choreography.” ⸻ Lisa blinked. “…No.” Pause. “…Maybe.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly. “That’s a yes.” ⸻ ⸻ Jisoo sat down beside them. “This tour isn’t just performances,” she said gently. “It’s a full journey again.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “So basically… chaos with a schedule.” ⸻ “Exactly,” Jisoo replied. ⸻ ⸻ Lisa finally looked up fully. Her eyes had changed slightly. Not tired. Not overwhelmed. Focused again. ⸻ “…We’ll need to prepare everything,” she said. ⸻ Jennie grinned. “There she is.” ⸻ Rosé nodded. “I’ve missed that energy.” ⸻ ⸻ From the hallway, small footsteps paused. Noah and Ari stood there, listening. ⸻ Ari tilted her head slightly. “…Tour means you’ll be gone a lot.” ⸻ Lisa turned toward them. “…Yeah.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Noah crossed his arms. “So it’s going to be just us at home more.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That sounded suspiciously like a complaint.” ⸻ Noah shrugged. “I’m observing.” ⸻ ⸻ Lisa stood up and walked toward them. Kneeling slightly to their level. “…We’ll still be here,” she said. “Just busy.” ⸻ Ari nodded slowly. “I get it.” ⸻ But her voice was thoughtful. Like she understood both sides of “busy” now. ⸻ ⸻ Jennie clapped once. “Okay. Tour mindset starts today.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “I’m excited.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded calmly. “Then let’s prepare properly.” ⸻ Lisa stood again. Her focus fully back now. “…Let’s do it right.” ⸻ ⸻ And just like that— the house shifted again. From everyday life… to something larger. ⸻ Because tours didn’t just move cities. They changed time. And everyone inside that house was about to feel it again.
Book 2 – Chapter 9: The First College Morning Disaster The first morning in the dorms. Everyone expected a fresh start. A peaceful beginning. A normal college day. ⸻ That was their first mistake. ⸻ Dorm Building A Jennie’s alarm went off. She opened her eyes. Five seconds later… She was already ready. ⸻ Her dark bob haircut was perfectly styled. Her outfit was completely put together. Black jacket. Baggy jeans. Silver accessories. Boots. Headphones around her neck. ⸻ Lisa slowly opened her eyes. She stared. “How are you already dressed?” Jennie looked at her. “Because some of us respect time.” Lisa sat up. “It’s 7:02.” “Exactly.” “Class is at 9.” Jennie grabbed her bag. “Exactly.” ⸻ Lisa looked at her. “You are the only person who treats getting ready like a concert entrance.” Jennie smiled. “Because every entrance is important.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “Your confidence is dangerous.” Jennie shrugged. “Your fashion choices are dangerous. We all have problems.” ⸻ Dorm Building B ⸻ Felix woke up to chaos. ⸻ Han was standing in front of the mirror. His black hair with blue tips was styled perfectly. Felix stared. “Why are you dressed like you’re going to a photoshoot?” Han looked serious. “Because first impressions matter.” “It’s a lecture.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. His blonde hair was messy, but somehow still looked perfect. ⸻ Han looked at him. “You need help.” Felix looked down at his outfit. “What?” “You look too normal.” “That’s the point.” “Wrong.” ⸻ Outside the dorms Everyone met before class. ⸻ Jisoo arrived with her long blonde hair and lavender-pink ends shining in the sunlight. Rosé walked beside her with her black hair flowing naturally. Hyunjin arrived with his red-tipped hair styled perfectly. ⸻ Jennie looked around. “Okay.” Everyone looked at her. “What?” She pointed. “Hyunjin looks like he’s going to a fashion interview.” Hyunjin smiled. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment.” “I accepted it anyway.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Then Felix walked over. ⸻ Jennie looked at him. Felix looked at her. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Han whispered: “Round two of awkward.” ⸻ Felix cleared his throat. “Morning.” Jennie nodded. “Morning.” ⸻ Everyone waited. ⸻ Lisa whispered: “That was the most normal conversation they’ve had.” ⸻ Jennie heard her. “Don’t ruin it.” ⸻ They walked toward class. ⸻ Then suddenly… A student dropped a stack of papers. ⸻ Everyone stopped to help. Except Han. ⸻ Han looked at the papers. Then at Jennie. “Should I help?” Jennie stared. “Yes.” Han nodded. “Okay.” A pause. “But first…” “What?” “I need to emotionally prepare.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “You need emotional preparation to pick up paper?” Han nodded. “These are important papers.” “They’re on the floor.” “Exactly. Dangerous territory.” ⸻ Jennie stared. “Han.” “What?” “You are the reason warning labels exist.” ⸻ Everyone burst out laughing. ⸻ Finally they reached class. ⸻ The professor announced: “Today, you will begin your first major college project.” ⸻ Everyone sat up. ⸻ “You will create something that represents your identity.” ⸻ Everyone started thinking. ⸻ Lisa immediately wrote fashion. Rosé wrote music. Jisoo wrote design. Hyunjin wrote performance. Han wrote something nobody could read. ⸻ Felix looked over. “What did you write?” Han covered it. “Private.” “It’s upside down.” Han quickly flipped it. “Now it’s private.” ⸻ Jennie shook her head. ⸻ Then the professor looked at her. “And you?” ⸻ Jennie looked at her notebook. Then at her DJ headphones. ⸻ She smiled. ⸻ “Music.” ⸻ Felix looked at her. “You already knew.” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” “Then why think?” She shrugged. “Because this time…” She looked at the group. “I’m not doing it alone.” ⸻ Everyone smiled. ⸻ Then Han ruined the moment. “So we’re basically a legendary team.” Jennie looked at him. “Don’t say legendary.” “Why?” “Because now you’ll start acting like you have a documentary.” ⸻ Han gasped. “I would have a great documentary.” Jennie nodded. “Title: A Guy Who Talks Too Much.” ⸻ The class laughed. ⸻ And as they started their first college project… Everyone realized something. ⸻ College wasn’t going to be normal. Not with: A savage DJ queen. A dramatic fashion king. A chaotic music genius. A talented performer. And a group that somehow always found trouble. ⸻ The semester had officially begun.
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Chapter 27 – The Movie Night Trap By Sunday evening… Everyone in the dorm had exactly one goal. Tease Jennie and Felix. Forever. ⸻ Han was the mastermind. “I have an amazing idea.” Jennie immediately looked up from her laptop. “No.” “I didn’t even say it.” “I don’t need to hear it.” ⸻ Han grinned. “We’re having movie night!” Lisa clapped. “I love movie nights!” Rosé smiled. “I’m in.” Jisoo nodded. “Me too.” Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand on his chest. “I shall provide emotional commentary.” Felix laughed. “This should be interesting.” Jennie sighed. “I already regret this.” ⸻ An hour later… The living room was covered with blankets, popcorn, chips, candy, and soda. Lisa sat on the floor. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied into a loose ponytail. She wore an oversized pink hoodie and gray sweatpants. Rosé curled up beside her. Her lavender hair was braided over one shoulder, and she wore a cream sweater with ripped jeans. Jisoo wore a navy hoodie and black joggers, her red hair tucked behind one ear. Han wore his green hoodie and black sweatpants, already eating half the popcorn before the movie even started. Hyunjin arrived with his blond hair perfectly styled—even for movie night—and wore a loose black sweatshirt and wide-leg pants. Felix wore a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. Jennie wore an oversized black sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. ⸻ Han looked around. “Perfect.” Jennie narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” “No reason.” “Han.” “No reason.” ⸻ Everyone picked a seat. Jennie sat on one end of the couch. Felix sat on the other. Han looked disappointed. “Oh.” “What?” “You two are too far apart.” Jennie sighed. “That’s the point.” ⸻ Han suddenly stood up. “I forgot the drinks!” “I’ll help,” Lisa said. “So will I,” Rosé added. “Me too,” Jisoo smiled. “I suddenly remembered something in my room,” Hyunjin announced dramatically. Everyone left. Except… Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Jennie blinked. “…We just got tricked.” Felix looked toward the kitchen. “They planned this.” “They absolutely planned this.” ⸻ The movie started anyway. For a few minutes… Neither of them spoke. Until… A loud thunderstorm appeared in the movie. Jennie jumped. Just a tiny bit. Felix noticed. “You got scared.” “I did not.” “You literally jumped.” “I was… surprised.” He laughed. “You hate horror movies.” “I hate loud noises.” “Sure.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a handful of popcorn. Felix reached for the bowl at the exact same time. Their hands bumped. Jennie looked at him. “You stole my popcorn.” “Our popcorn.” “My popcorn.” Felix smiled. “I’ll buy you another bag.” “You’d better.” ⸻ Just then… The movie reached a really emotional scene. Han slowly peeked around the corner. Lisa peeked over his shoulder. Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were stacked behind them like dominoes. Lisa whispered, “Are they holding hands?” Han squinted. “No…” “They’re fighting over popcorn.” Rosé laughed quietly. “That sounds more like them.” ⸻ Suddenly… Jennie noticed five heads sticking out from the hallway. She slowly turned. “…Seriously?” Everyone froze. Han smiled awkwardly. “We can explain.” Jennie stood up. “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” Hyunjin stepped forward. “This was an observational experiment.” Lisa nodded. “Very scientific.” Felix laughed so hard he almost dropped the popcorn. Jennie pointed at all of them. “You trapped us.” Han shrugged. “Did it work?” Felix looked at Jennie. “I mean…” “We watched half the movie without arguing.” Jennie blinked. “…Wait.” Everyone gasped dramatically. Han threw his hands into the air. “THEY ADMITTED IT!” “I admitted nothing!” Jennie protested. “You admitted peace!” “That’s not a thing!” “It is now,” Han declared. The entire room burst into laughter. Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “I think our friends are completely insane.” Felix smiled. “Definitely.” A small smile spread across Jennie’s face. “…Good.” Felix nodded. “Yeah.” “…Good.” And for the rest of the night… The movie barely mattered. Because the real entertainment… Was everyone trying—and failing—to stop teasing Jennie and Felix.
A bear has a identity crisis if he’s a bird Then he grows super small wings and flies with joy
Jesus Christ walks far in the desert to reach a small town and help poor people and feed them with love in his eyes!
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Tomura Shigaraki is reading the Bible with Jesus Christ sitting next to him with love in his eyes and a warm smile!
Book 2 – Chapter 33: The Boys’ Panic Meeting The night before the college dance… The girls were prepared. The decorations were ready. Jennie had her DJ set planned. ⸻ But somewhere else on campus… Three boys were completely losing their minds. ⸻ The Dorm Room ⸻ Felix sat on the edge of his bed staring at his phone. His blonde hair was messy, and he wore a black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and sneakers. ⸻ Han walked in wearing a blue-and-black jacket. His black hair faded into blue at the ends. He looked at Felix. ⸻ “You’ve been staring at that phone for ten minutes.” ⸻ Felix didn’t look up. “I’m thinking.” ⸻ “You’re stressing.” ⸻ “I’m not.” ⸻ “You sighed six times.” ⸻ Felix looked up. “How do you know that?” ⸻ Han pointed. “I counted.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “That’s concerning.” ⸻ Han nodded. “Very.” ⸻ The door opened. ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. His red-tipped hair was styled perfectly, and he wore a black jacket with jeans. ⸻ “Why does this room feel like a disaster meeting?” ⸻ Han pointed at Felix. “He’s trying to figure out how to ask Jennie to dance.” ⸻ Hyunjin immediately sat down. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Felix looked at them. “Can you both not make this worse?” ⸻ Han smiled. “We absolutely can.” ⸻ The Plan ⸻ Felix stood up. “Okay.” ⸻ Everyone listened. ⸻ “I want to ask Jennie to dance.” ⸻ Han nodded. “Good.” ⸻ “But…” Felix sighed. “She’s Jennie.” ⸻ The room went quiet. ⸻ Hyunjin nodded seriously. “Valid fear.” ⸻ Han raised his hand. “Question.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “What if you just ask normally?” ⸻ Felix stared. ⸻ “That’s your advice?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “That is the least dramatic advice possible.” ⸻ “Exactly.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. “Actually, I agree.” ⸻ Felix looked surprised. ⸻ “Really?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “I just wanted to sound wise.” ⸻ Han laughed. ⸻ “You are so dramatic.” ⸻ “Thank you.” ⸻ “That wasn’t a compliment.” ⸻ “I accepted it anyway.” ⸻ The Confessions Begin ⸻ A few minutes later… ⸻ Han suddenly became quiet. ⸻ Felix noticed. “What?” ⸻ Han looked away. ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ “Han.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “…I might ask someone too.” ⸻ Felix raised an eyebrow. ⸻ “Who?” ⸻ Han looked embarrassed. ⸻ “Rosé.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then Felix smiled. ⸻ “Wait.” ⸻ “You want to ask Rosé out?” ⸻ Han covered his face. ⸻ “Don’t make it weird.” ⸻ “You just made this whole room weird.” ⸻ Hyunjin laughed. ⸻ Han pointed. “You’re one to talk.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ Han smiled. ⸻ “You have someone too.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Jisoo.” ⸻ Hyunjin immediately turned red. ⸻ Felix and Han stared. ⸻ “OH.” ⸻ Hyunjin stood up dramatically. ⸻ “Fine!” ⸻ The room went silent. ⸻ “I do.” ⸻ Han gasped. ⸻ “He admitted it!” ⸻ Hyunjin pointed. “Do not make this a moment.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “So let me understand…” ⸻ He counted on his fingers. ⸻ “Han likes Rosé.” ⸻ Han nodded. ⸻ “Hyunjin likes Jisoo.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “And I’m stressed about Jennie.” ⸻ Everyone looked at each other. ⸻ Han smiled. ⸻ “We are doomed.” ⸻ ⸻ The Practice Conversation ⸻ Han grabbed a pillow. ⸻ “Okay. Pretend I’m Jennie.” ⸻ Felix stared. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Do it.” ⸻ Han changed his voice. ⸻ “Hello Felix.” ⸻ Felix immediately laughed. ⸻ “That doesn’t sound like her.” ⸻ Han continued. ⸻ “Would you like to go to the dance with me?” ⸻ Felix shook his head. ⸻ “Jennie would roast me before finishing the sentence.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Accurate.” ⸻ Han tried again. ⸻ “Felix, I have decided you are acceptable company.” ⸻ Felix froze. ⸻ “…That’s actually closer.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ The Final Advice ⸻ Eventually, the room became quiet. ⸻ Felix looked at them. ⸻ “What if she says no?” ⸻ Han shrugged. ⸻ “Then she says no.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “But at least you tried.” ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ “Thanks.” ⸻ Han stood up. ⸻ “Now…” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “We need to practice my Rosé speech.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Hyunjin stood. ⸻ “And my Jisoo speech.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Han grabbed a notebook. ⸻ “Too late.” ⸻ Felix looked at the ceiling. ⸻ “Why did I ask for advice?” ⸻ Because tomorrow was the dance. ⸻ And three boys had three missions. ⸻ Felix: Ask Jennie. Han: Ask Rosé. Hyunjin: Ask Jisoo. ⸻ The only problem? ⸻ They were all terrified.
Make them hug
A demon tries to scare a little boy in his bed in the dark, when suddenly light shines with Jesus Christ emerging and rebukes the demons and reassures the little one with love!
She has a voluptuous body. She’s really close to a guy
Make them kiss
Make them kiss
Make us into kpop idols
a regular 9 to 5 guy that accidentally stumble to an unknown artifacts and got infected with nano machines that create an advance body composed of nano machines with ai system.
Arah Visual: Wide Establishing Shot (Panel Horizontal Panjang) A dark forest within a fog where monsters and threeheaded wolve 30ft tall spiders the size of cars and a giant snake wrapped around a giant tree
Shigaraki is walking when he finds Tabi from FNF Shigaraki asks for a rap battle
Rudo and Shigaraki are both sitting down eating burgers at a restaurant
Shigaraki taps All might on the shoulder, he turns around, then Shigaraki just walks away with no words?
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My Hero Academia in season 7-8 Izuku and Shigaraki are fighting mid air Shigaraki telling Izuku he is a SUSSY BUGGA And Izuku says NAH!
Is just standing on the edge of a cliff doing the Excuse me Sir meme like the second pic with dramatic wind 😭
Panel 1 full page Photo 1 standing photo 2 in a black shirt and black underwear photo 3 in her blue shirt and black underwear photo 4 in a yellow shirt and pink underwear ky
A man from another dimension teleported to japan snd met a girl
A man goes to an village he looks like an viking and camera angle from behind
Chapter 1 — The Promise Five children sat beneath an old oak tree. Reyan, Leon, Kael, Darian, and Hua had been friends since childhood. Leon held out his hand. “Promise we’ll always stay together?” One by one, the others placed their hands together. “Forever.” Reyan looked at Leon. “Forever.” None of them knew that one day, their promise would be tested by secrets, blood, and betrayal.
Tomura Shigaraki in his season 6 form is standing in a ruined city as Izuku is huffing and puffing in a crouch position, analyzing how to save him
Panel 1 full page Photo 1 wearing a bandage bar and leafy underwear in a wooden cage complete along
Generate a visual concept art of a divinely handsome swordmans with short black hair fully bond in a asectic topknot with two sliver hairpins and white streaks of loose hair to frame his face....has gold eyes with a laid back personality and a pale complexion……in the artsyle of the manhwa (absolute sword sense)
Is just standing on the edge of a cliff doing the Excuse me Sir meme like the second pic with dramatic wind 😭