Community Manhwa

New World Manhwa

Made by the community on Manhwa AI

Panel 1 Photo 1 full body in Gym wear black top black shorts in her ship with photo 2 wearing a tank top and work out underwear full body handing her a towel to photo 1 Panel 2 Photo 2 full body in her short skirt and a tank top standing watching tv in her spaceship Panel 3 Photo 4 full body standing at a control panel in her spaceship wearing a bar pulling up a map of space
Une personne qui est morte à cause de trop travailler dans ça vie d’avant ce réincarne dans le même corp dans un monde de magie
Panel 1 full page Photo 1 wearing a bandage bar and leafy underwear in a wooden cage complete along
Twins Annalise Annalisa reborn as one person with two separate body’s on has braids and love gold the other loves the color green
Panel 1 wide Photo 4 outside the castle walls night has fallen standing outside the portal on the ground as it full turns golden and white something coming out Panel 2 split Photo 1 ,2 & 3 top half of there bodies come out of the portal of golden light photo 1 wearing his new suit bright blue and gold armor with a police badge photo 2 a bright blue and white halo above her head photo 3 saying finally as they exits the portal to the courtyard of the castle in the night Panel 4 wide Photo 4 crying saying you guys made wiping her eyes Panel 3 wide
Chapter 1 — A New Life The house was burning. Aira coughed as smoke filled her lungs. “Help…” Suddenly— BOOM! Everything went dark. ⸻ Aira opened her eyes. She was lying in an unfamiliar room. She looked into the mirror. A beautiful woman stared back. “This… isn’t me.” A maid rushed in. “Lady Eveline!” Aira froze. Eveline? Then a cold voice came from behind her. “You’re not Eveline.” Aira turned. A handsome man with crimson eyes was staring at her. “Who are you?” Aira swallowed. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know whose body she was in. But she knew one thing— She was supposed to die in 87 days.
Chapter 17 – The Festival Countdown The school festival was only three days away. And somehow… Everything was becoming more chaotic. ⸻ The biggest problem? Everyone had discovered Jennie’s new blonde hair. And they were not letting it go. ⸻ Jennie walked through the school hallway. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, looking completely different from her old black hair. She wore a black leather jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black boots, and her silver headphones around her neck. She was still Jennie. Still confident. Still impossible to embarrass. At least… That was what she thought. ⸻ “BLONDE JENNIE!” Han shouted from across the hallway. Everyone turned. Jennie stopped walking. Slowly… She looked at him. “Do you want to survive today?” Han froze. His messy brown hair stuck up, and he wore his oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “I was just appreciating the new look.” “You were yelling.” “Appreciating loudly.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore her black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “I think Han likes the new hair more than you do.” Han nodded. “It’s iconic.” Jennie rolled her eyes. “You all are dramatic.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair fell over her oversized cardigan. She wore ripped jeans and white boots. “You’re secretly happy everyone likes it.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Your face says yes.” Jennie immediately covered her expression. Everyone laughed. ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He stopped when he saw Jennie. Not because he hadn’t seen the blonde hair before. But because every time he saw it… It surprised him. ⸻ Jennie noticed. “What?” Felix blinked. “Nothing.” “You stared.” “I did not.” “You did.” Han whispered: “He definitely did.” ⸻ Felix ignored him. “It just looks different.” Jennie crossed her arms. “Is that good or bad?” Felix thought. “Good.” A small smile appeared. “Really good.” ⸻ The hallway immediately exploded. Lisa covered her mouth. Rosé laughed. Han looked shocked. “He said it again.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “You’re getting suspiciously nice.” Felix smiled. “Maybe you’re getting used to it.” She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Because she had no comeback. ⸻ Later that day… The festival team met in the gym. The stage lights were being tested. The music equipment was being set up. And Jennie and Felix were in charge. ⸻ Felix practiced his basketball performance. Jennie worked on the music. The two of them somehow worked perfectly together. Which annoyed them both. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You’re good at this.” Jennie glanced up. “At what?” “Making everything come together.” She shrugged. “It’s what I do.” “No.” He shook his head. “It’s more than that.” Jennie paused. Because Felix wasn’t joking. ⸻ Before she could respond… The speakers suddenly blasted music. Everyone jumped. Han covered his ears. “JENNIE!” “What?” “You almost destroyed my hearing.” “You’re welcome.” ⸻ Felix laughed. And Jennie smiled. ⸻ From across the gym… Lisa watched them. “They’re getting worse.” Rosé nodded. “Definitely.” Jisoo smiled. “But in a good way.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The festival will reveal everything.” Han sighed. “It’s literally just a school event.” ⸻ But none of them knew… The festival wasn’t just going to be about music. Or basketball. Or performances. Because something was about to happen… That would change the way everyone saw Jennie and Felix.
Photo 1 is sitting in the backseat of a luxury Mercedes Benz. Photo 2 is driving that luxury car. Photo 1 is looking out the window as the car drives. As the car ride by, through the window photo 1 then sees photo 3 wearing the outfit in photo 4 looking at her phone waiting to cross the streets of a mordern day college along side other city people on there phone. Photo 1 then notices photo 3 white hair and his mesmerized and widen his eyes while watching her and thinks “Who is that?” Photo 2 then looks back at photo 1 and sees him looking at photo 3 and smirks at photo 1 looks forward and the continues to drive.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 1 is wearing her hair in a ponytail and wearing a white head band. Photo 1 is wearing white sneakers. (Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 leaving a pojangmacha.) Photo is drunk and has a red blushed face. Photo 1 then turns to photo 3 face him looking down at the floor with a nervous expression. Photo 1 then ask “Is it me? Is it me that you were talking about a few days ago?” (Panel shows close up of photo 1 face as she has her face looking at the floor because she is shy) Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 with a handsome smirk and says “What if it is?” Photo 1 face is red because she is blushing. Photo 1 then lunges over to photo 3 and kisses him. Photo 1 and photo 3 then share a very romantic passionate kiss under the night sky. (Panel shows the kiss) Photo 3 then thinks “Will you accept me as I am? Broken and all ?” Photo 1 wraps her hand around photo 1 head and continues to kiss him. (Panel shows photo 1 tipping toe because photo 3 is taller.) (Panel shows photo 1 holding her waist as a sign of embrace) Photo 1 then puts 1 hand on her face and continues to kiss her. Panel shows photo 4 standing in a dark alley hidden in the distance smoking a cigarette looking over at photo 1 and photo 3 kiss. Photo 4 then thinks “ Good for you kid, atleast you’ll have some kind of happiness in this f**ked world.”
At Seoul Arts High School, there were always people everyone talked about. And one of them was Jennie. Jennie was one of the most popular girls in school. She had long black hair, a stylish look, and a confident personality that made people notice her wherever she went. She was talented, smart, and had a natural charm that made people want to be around her. But even though everyone knew her… Not everyone knew the real Jennie. The Jennie who laughed loudly with her friends. The Jennie who cared more than she admitted. ⸻ When Jennie walked into the hallway, students immediately noticed. “Jennie’s here.” “She looks so cool.” “She’s always so confident.” Jennie smiled politely and kept walking. She was used to it. ⸻ Meanwhile, Lisa and Rosé were showing I.N around the school. Lisa’s brown hair moved as she pointed toward different classrooms. “That’s the dance studio.” Rosé, with her blonde hair and soft smile, pointed ahead. “And that’s the music room. You’ll probably spend a lot of time there.” I.N laughed. “Probably.” He was starting to feel comfortable. ⸻ Then Jennie walked over. “Hey.” Lisa smiled. “Jennie!” Rosé waved. “This is I.N.” Jennie looked at him. The new student everyone had been talking about. “I heard you’re good at music.” I.N looked surprised. “You heard?” Jennie smiled. “People talk.” He laughed. “Is that a good thing?” “Usually.” ⸻ Over the next few days, Jennie and I.N started spending more time together. At first, it was small things. Studying together. Talking after class. Sharing music ideas. I.N noticed something about Jennie. She wasn’t just the popular girl everyone saw. She was actually funny. She was kind. And she understood what it felt like to have people watching you all the time. ⸻ One afternoon, I.N was sitting in the music room, struggling with a song. Jennie walked in. “Still working on it?” He looked up. “Yeah. I can’t get the melody right.” Jennie sat beside him. “Play it again.” He did. She smiled. “I like it.” “Really?” “Yeah. It sounds like you.” I.N smiled. “Thanks.” For some reason, hearing that from Jennie meant a lot. ⸻ From outside the room, Lisa and Rosé watched. Lisa whispered, “They’re getting close.” Rosé smiled. “Yeah.” And neither of them noticed… That something new was slowly starting.
Panel 1 wide Photo 4 outside the castle walls night has fallen standing outside the portal on the ground as it full turns golden and white something coming out Panel 2 split Photo 1 ,2 & 3 top half of there bodies come out of the portal of golden light photo 1 wearing his new suit bright blue and gold armor with a police badge photo 2 a bright blue and white halo above her head photo 3 saying finally as they exits the portal to the courtyard of the castle in the night Panel 4 wide Photo 4 crying saying you guys made wiping her eyes Panel 3 wide
Panel 1 wide Entering the massive castle where the awakening CEREMONY is being held there is a crowd of participants to get there awakening level all scorched level 1 and level 3 Panel 2 wide Photo 1,2&3 are watching as the awakening is being performed there look of amazement is seen by all photo 4 is hidden in the background over a pillar
The young elf girl has grown taller and is now 570 as her little pet is now a massive beast with long lefty hair and sharp teeth green glowing eyes and protective over photo 1 now with long silver hair and her bright green eyes red black lipstick purple shirt and purple and black skirt with a crystal in the middle of her head
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 full body standing looking in a mirror admiring her new body and her school uniform with long black socks black and white shoes Panel 2 wide Photo 2 in her Golden sand skin tone with baby blue eyes and red hair red lipstick and green makeup full body standing looking At photo 3 standing next to her admiring her body Panel 3 split Photo 3 turning to her sister photo 4 saying Athena this is amazing there is no way. This technology is far beyond what I can do you have to tell me you’re secret photo 4 moving photo 3 hand off her shoulder saying now I’m your sister with a evil smile wearing her blood red lipstick and light green makeup
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 1 is laying on a bed in a bedroom decorated for a girl. Photo 1 is scrolling on intstagram. Photo 1 then gets a new follower notification from photo 3 with the profile name “Taeha Beom”. Photo 1 then looks at the profile of photo 3. (Panel shows close up of the phone. The profile show photos of photo 3 in places like dark living rooms, it shows food and it all his photos he is wearing a black suit. Photo 1 thinks “Seems like black is his favorite color” Photo 1 then sends a message to photo 3 that says “ Hey 👋🏻 “ Panel cuts to photo 3 sitting in the living of a luxury apartment with black furniture. Photo 3 is wearing a black t-shirt, grey pants and black socks. Photo 3 is smirking handsomely. Photo 3 then replies “Hey 👋🏻”
Series Premise In the decaying digital-physical purgatory of Solgrave, reality is a "Script" controlled by a cruel System. Omari, a professional songwriter haunted by the loss of his brother Kairo on April 20, 2023, possesses the illegal power of the Void. Alongside Rivena, a lethal swordswoman with a lone katana, and Sera, an Archive specialist who manipulates golden code, Omari must "unzip" the fabric of the Wards to survive. Visual Aesthetic & Style Art Style: Dark Fantasy Manhwa (e.g., Solo Leveling, The World After the End). Color Palette: Deep indigo, neon-glitch purples, and oil-slick blacks, contrasted with the Archive-gold of Sera’s powers and the black static of Omari’s Void. Environment: Lantern Row and the Industrial Slums—a landscape of rusted cranes, leaking steam pipes, and "neon-glitch" signage. Character Designs Omari: Stoic male lead with sharp features, wearing a signature "Noonie" jacket. His eyes reflect a cold, "Void" hazel. Rivena: Elegant but dangerous warrior; black hair, focused expression, wielding a single, glowing katana. Sera: Ethereal support specialist; surrounded by floating golden data fragments and digital "Tethers". Zevran Coil (Villain): An elongated, contorting Ringmaster of the Carnival of Ash; wears tattered, violet circus regalia. Key Action Scene for AI Generation Scene: Omari standing in a Void Tear—a jagged rift in reality behind a neon-lit jazz club. Black static emanates from his hand, "compressing" the industrial landscape around him, while the golden Archive Tethers connect him to Rivena and Sera in the background. AI Prompt Keywords (For Image Generation): Keywords: Webtoon Style, Cinematic Lighting, Industrial Cyberpunk, Dark Fantasy, Neon Glitch, Particles, Void Magic, Katana, Emotional Grit, High Contrast, 8k resolution.
Book 2 – Chapter 5: The First College Challenge The first day of college was supposed to be normal. Keyword: Supposed to. ⸻ After the whole “Felix’s definitely-not-girlfriend” drama, everyone walked toward their classes. ⸻ Jennie walked ahead of everyone. Her sleek dark bob moved with every step, and her black jacket, silver accessories, baggy jeans, and boots made her look like she belonged on a magazine cover instead of a college campus. ⸻ Lisa looked at her. “Okay, I have to admit.” Jennie looked back. “What?” “Your entrance was dramatic.” “I walked.” “You walked like the hallway belonged to you.” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe it did.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink ends moved as she walked. “She hasn’t changed.” Rosé smiled. Her black hair fell over her shoulders. “She just got more confident.” ⸻ Behind them… Felix was quiet. Very quiet. ⸻ Han noticed immediately. His black hair with blue tips fell over his forehead as he looked at Felix. “You’re thinking.” Felix looked at him. “No I’m not.” “You are.” “No.” “You have your thinking face.” “I have a face.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Hyunjin walked beside them, his red-tipped hair catching the sunlight. “He is thinking about Jennie.” Felix stopped. “What?” Everyone looked at him. ⸻ Felix sighed. “She just surprised me, okay?” Han smiled. “Because she looks different?” “Yes.” “Because she’s more confident?” “Maybe.” “Because she roasted someone in less than five minutes?” Felix paused. “…Also yes.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. “An iconic return.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie had already found her classroom. ⸻ She sat down and opened her laptop. New college. New classes. New challenges. ⸻ Then the professor walked in. “Before we begin, I have an announcement.” Everyone looked up. ⸻ “This semester, we will have a major creative competition.” ⸻ Jennie’s eyes immediately lit up. ⸻ “The winning team will perform at the biggest college showcase of the year.” ⸻ Lisa looked at Jennie. “Oh no.” Jennie smiled. “What?” “Your DJ face.” “What about it?” “It means you are about to become terrifying.” ⸻ The professor continued. “You will work in teams.” ⸻ Jennie froze. No. Please no. ⸻ The teams appeared on the screen. ⸻ Team One: Jennie, Felix, Lisa, Han, Rosé, Jisoo, Hyunjin. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Jennie stared. Felix stared. Everyone stared. ⸻ Han immediately laughed. “THE SCHOOL IS STILL TRYING TO FORCE YOU TWO TOGETHER.” ⸻ Jennie pointed at him. “Stop talking.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because it’s funny.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “So.” “Looks like we’re working together again.” ⸻ Jennie sighed. “Of course.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “You missed me.” “No.” “You answered too fast.” “Because the answer was obvious.” ⸻ The whole group laughed. ⸻ After class, they met in the library. ⸻ The assignment was simple: Create something that represents who they were. ⸻ Everyone had ideas. Lisa wanted fashion. Rosé wanted music. Jisoo wanted visuals. Han wanted something “legendary.” Nobody knew what that meant. ⸻ Hyunjin wrote down: “An artistic experience.” Everyone stared. ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “Translate.” Felix laughed. “He means something dramatic.” Hyunjin nodded. “Exactly.” ⸻ Then everyone looked at Jennie. “What about you?” ⸻ Jennie thought. A year ago… She would have said she didn’t care. But now? She smiled. ⸻ “Music.” ⸻ Felix looked at her. “You already knew that.” “Yeah.” “Then why did you think so long?” Jennie shrugged. “Because this time…” She looked around at everyone. “I don’t want it to just be my thing.” ⸻ Everyone smiled. ⸻ Felix noticed. The old Jennie was still there. The roast queen. The DJ. The girl who never backed down. But now… She let people in. ⸻ Han suddenly ruined the moment. “So basically we’re making a masterpiece.” Jennie looked at him. “Don’t say masterpiece.” “Why?” “Because now you think you’re an artist.” “I am.” “You are a problem.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ And as they started planning their first college project… Nobody noticed the competition poster hanging outside the room. ⸻ COLLEGE SHOWCASE CHALLENGE WINNER GETS A CHANCE TO PERFORM ON THE MAIN STAGE. ⸻ Jennie looked at it. A spark appeared in her eyes. ⸻ The DJ queen was back. And this time… She had a whole team behind her.
Our protagonist is a young man of 22 years old who was playing his favorite mmorpg but it hes the last player playing it. He then gets trapped as his character which is a demon and he is in his guild throne room and the npcs are alive.
-photo 1 walking up to photo 3 (photo 1 saying I am the priestess of light I will be showing you to your room my name is Nova) bring up her status panel level 76 Class priestess of light can heal all allies in a 30 meter radius place’s a decrease to all enemies status by 10% skill heavenly judgement boost the user status by 42% places a perfect shield on all allies for 20 mins MP 30,000 HP22,000 DEF 12,000 age 32 -photo 3 saying thank you and being to leave with photo 1 -photo 2 in her dragon armor and new dragon tale made of dragon armor says this suit is to strong taps her necklace and sending the suit into it now she is wearing her a black skirt and black shirt Photo 4 saying I want to see my room when the kings half dragon daughter says I will jumping over to him
Panel 1 Split Photo 2 standing over the portal looking at the dark black and red portal on the wet ground outside the castle walls next panel the portal on the ground starts to slowly turn golden and white half the portal is golden and white the other half is black and red photo 2 calling over her friends saying something is happening Panel 2 wide Photo 1 sitting on the ground still holding her knees tears in eyes as she hears photo 2 voice Panel 3 split Photo 1 getting to her feet to see what’s going on with the portal next panel as photo 1 gets over to the portal on the ground she stands next to photo 1 Panel 4 split Photo 3 & 4 making it over to the portal on the standing next to photo 1 & 2 photo 3 saying what’s happening photo 4 saying by the looks of it they might have won bet we need to get ready in case they didn’t
It is a bright sunny morning at the college university In Seoul, Korea. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 and is walking along side photo 2 as photo 2 is seen wearing the outfit in photo 3. Photo 1 and 2 are walking alongside college students to find the college auditorium. Photo 2 is looking at photo 1 with a black iPhone in her hands . Photo 2 the looks over at photo 1 and says “Do you see it? It’s suppose to be around here somewhere.” Photo 1 is looking around for the auditorium and replies “ I’m looking but I don’t see nothing yet”. Photo 2 and photo 1 continue walking.
Photo 2 now the size of a mountain nearly at the end of his life as photo 1 age 2,789 years old but still young now wearing red and purple with red lipstick blue makeup and a purple diamond in her forehead sad that her old friend life is coming to a end but he has a tiny baby he want her to take cares of the baby is small enough to fit in her hand she tells phot 2 she is now level 932 and she received the title of beast God saying it’s ok if he dies he has lived a long life crying as she stands on his nose looking into his massive eye as he takes his last breath
Photo 1 is laying in a bed with a naked woman layer arcoss the side him on his left side. The two are covers by a black thick blanket. Photo 1 is holding his phone up while the woman is sleeping on him. Photo 1 is checking the instagram of photo 3. Photo 1 is scrolling in the page and comes across an old middle school photo of photo 1 and photo 2. In the photo, photo 1 and 2 are seen smiling and happy. Photo 1 then puts his phone down and looks at the ceiling and thinks “ where did it all go wrong” Photo 1 then picks the black iPhone back up and leaves a red emoji comment under the photo.
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
Chapter 37 – The Countdown to Graduation The announcement appeared on every hallway screen. “Graduation Ceremony: Two Weeks Away.” ⸻ The entire school changed overnight. Suddenly… Everyone was talking about memories. Photos. Last performances. Future plans. ⸻ Jennie stood in the hallway staring at the announcement. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, and she wore a black oversized jacket, a white top, baggy jeans, and her favorite boots. For once… She wasn’t making a joke. ⸻ Felix noticed. His black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his varsity jacket, black shirt, athletic pants, and sneakers. “You okay?” Jennie looked at him. “Yeah.” A pause. “Just weird.” “What?” “Everything.” ⸻ Felix looked at the graduation poster. “I know.” “It feels like yesterday we couldn’t stand each other.” Jennie smirked. “You couldn’t stand me.” Felix laughed. “You roasted me every five seconds.” “You deserved it.” ⸻ Han suddenly appeared. His messy brown hair was covered by a graduation cap he wasn’t supposed to be wearing yet. “I heard emotional conversations.” Everyone groaned. ⸻ Lisa walked over laughing. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied back, and she wore a casual black jacket with cargo pants. “Why are you wearing that?” Han looked proud. “I’m preparing.” “For what?” “My future as the best graduate.” “We haven’t graduated yet.” “Details.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a soft sweater and jeans. “He’s been practicing his graduation speech.” Jisoo looked concerned. Her red hair was tied neatly, and she wore a cream sweater with black pants. “How long is it?” Han looked away. “…Forty minutes.” Everyone: “No.” ⸻ Hyunjin arrived dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black sweater with layered necklaces. “Graduation is the end of one era…” Everyone stared. “And the beginning of another.” Han nodded. “Exactly.” Jennie whispered to Felix: “They are both dramatic.” Felix whispered back: “Extremely.” ⸻ Later that day… The group practiced for the ceremony. ⸻ Jennie was helping organize the music. Felix was helping with the sports awards. Han was somehow distracting everyone. ⸻ “Han.” “What?” “Why are you spinning in the graduation chair?” “Testing durability.” “Why?” “In case I become too successful.” ⸻ Jennie shook her head. “You are impossible.” Han smiled. “Thank you.” ⸻ After practice… Jennie and Felix stayed behind. The empty auditorium was quiet. Rows of chairs filled the room. The stage lights were on. ⸻ Felix looked around. “Can’t believe we’re almost done.” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” ⸻ He smiled. “You know…” “What?” “If we met on the first day again…” “I would still roast you.” “I know.” “And you would still annoy me.” “I know.” ⸻ A small smile appeared on Jennie’s face. “But…” Felix looked at her. “But?” She looked away. “…I’m glad we met.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Me too.” ⸻ A moment passed. Then… Jennie pointed at his outfit. “Your graduation suit better not look weird.” Felix blinked. “That was the moment you chose to roast me?” “Of course.” He laughed. “Never change.” ⸻ The auditorium lights turned off. They walked out together. Graduation was coming. A new chapter was beginning. But one thing was guaranteed… Even with diplomas… New futures… And everything changing… Jennie and Felix would still find a way to annoy each other.
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 in the bright lit temple Ruins still lock in a kiss with photo 1 as they are bout surrounded by golden light Panel 2 split Photo 2 uniform changed his dark blue suit changed in to a bright blue armor and black armor pants his status is now Domain Lord System as lord of this domain and all the creatures in it you must maintain order and subjugate all spirits Level 67 Zac Class marksman Mythic grade SSS Domain Lord can enter and exit at will with little effect on your own spirit can now extract double the spirit of all targets Skill double shot, Charge, No Except, Eagle Eyes MP 130,000 HP 300,000 Def 70,000 Panel 3 split Photo 4 saying we should leave I’m sure they are worried about us next panel photo 1 saying yes but let me fix what I broke using her skill Healing Touch a massive light shine down on photo 3 & 4 as they are healed Panel 4 wide The Temple starts to rebuild its self surrounded by bright light as massive rocks start to mend themselves together beautiful butterfly flying around an amazing tree flower even a small bird white and blue on the ground
Panel 1 wide Photo 3 standing next to photo 1 as his skills unlocked system level 5 class blade master skills blood rose makes 100 blood rose shaped blades that can be controlled shadow step MP 450 HP 2,000 strength 900 DEF 780 rank A++ Panel 2 split Photo 3 smiling the crowd shocked his score is the highest no way photo 1 say grate job photo 2 jumping for joy my cousin is the coolest Panel 3 split in 3 Photo 4 noticing the angry look that photo 2 gave her when she said she was a hero though bobbing over photo 4 head I wonder what that look was about photo 2 looking at photo 4 saying it’s my turn now walking yo the stage Panel 4 wide Photo 2 making her way to the stage standing in front of photo 1 saying I’m ready Panel 5 split Photo 2 opens her arms and leans her head back as she is surrounded by a golden light system level 4 class blood witch skills Death Eater, One Drop, blood control MP 890 HP 2,500 DEF 1,000 straight 300 rank S
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 outside the castle at night existing the golden portal saying damn I guess yall forgot all about me smiling Panel 2 split Photo 2 jumper to hug photo 2 as photo 3,&4 walking over say what happened in there and who is that woman next panel photo 2 saying it’s a long story photo 1 saying I’m just glad you all are safe and unharmed Panel 3 wide Photo 4 saying yall going have to answer to the king I’m leaving as he walks away Panel 4 split Photo 3 saying damn Sean it’s like that as photo 2 places a hand on photo 4 shoulder saying shit got crazy but where the hoes at I need hoes and a good drink after that next panel photo 3 laughs hard… but also saying I have to get stronger I couldn’t help at all this time Panel 4 wide Photo 1,2 huge again photo 1 saying I’ll have new suits ready by tomorrow photo 3 saying no rush but hurry up tho laughing
It is late evening. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and is wearing her hair in a ponytail with white headband. Photo 1 is standing in a clothing store looking at her pink iPhone. Panel shows a incoming call from “Beom Taeha” (Photo 1 is on the phone with photo 3) Photo 1 then answers and says “Hello?” Photo 3 responds “Hey.” Photo 1 says “Oh Hi, are you ok? I saw you texted right after that you couldn’t make it anymore? Are you feeling well?” Photo 3 answers “I’m fine, I just had something I had to take care of.” “ What are you doing now?” Photo 1 responds “I got bored and to the clothing store nearby and bought a new outfit.” while looking at dresses. Photo 3 says “So you’re still in the area?” Photo 1 has a shy expression “Um yeah.” Photo 3 says “I’m free now.” “ I wanna see you.” Photo 1 turns red as she blushes. Photo 3 says “I’ll be over in 20 mins if you can wait for me.” Photo 1 looks through the window in the store and says “Yeah I can wait.”
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 in her Golden sand skin wearing a light brown jacket and a designer blue shirt and blue jeans with her red hair and red lipstick light green makeup and green eyes looking her body up and down Panel 2 split Photo 2 saying wow you look amazing to photo 1 photo 3 saying now we just wait on someone to adopt you photo 5 laughing saying adopt you there are robots not kids photo 3 saying and this is why all your robots are trash Panel 3 wide Photo 2 saying can we explore the ship photo 3 saying yes I trust you photo 1 saying what you don’t trust me photo 3 saying No not at all with a smile Panel 4 split Photo 4 saying I will buy one of your robots. Photo 3 saying I don’t sale robots I have young women who need new homes and No sis I will not be selling anything to you
It is late afternoon, with a orangey evening sky. Photo 1 and Photo 2 then pull up to a large mordern office building that’s surrounded by glass windows. Photo 2 then steps out of the drivers seat of the Mercedes Benz. And walks to the back of the car to open the back door for photo 1 to come out. Photo 1 and photo 2 then do the same thing in photo three and head to the entrance of the building that is heavily guard by security guards in black suits. Two security guards then say to photo 1 “Welcome back Second son” as they keep the heads straight as photo 1 and photo 2 walk past them to get inside. Photo 2 then and smirks as they walk into a lobby. Photo 1 and 2 are the greeting by a beautiful but very serious office assistant. She then say to photo 1 “ It will be a pleasure to work alongside you sir.” “ I will take you to your father and brother right away. Photo 1 and photo 2 then go into an elevator with the woman and three security guards.
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 outside the castle at night existing the golden portal saying damn I guess yall forgot all about me smiling Panel 2 split Photo 2 jumper to hug photo 2 as photo 3,&4 walking over say what happened in there and who is that woman next panel photo 2 saying it’s a long story photo 1 saying I’m just glad you all are safe and unharmed Panel 3 wide Photo 4 saying yall going have to answer to the king I’m leaving as he walks away Panel 4 split Photo 3 saying damn Sean it’s like that as photo 2 places a hand on photo 4 shoulder saying shit got crazy but where the hoes at I need hoes and a good drink after that next panel photo 3 laughs hard… but also saying I have to get stronger I couldn’t help at all this time Panel 4 wide Photo 1,2 huge again photo 1 saying I’ll have new suits ready by tomorrow photo 3 saying no rush but hurry up tho laughing
مشروع المانهوا: THE VILLAIN THEY ERASED الفصل الأول: حين عاد الشرير STYLE: Modern Korean Manhwa / Webtoon 2D cinematic Korean manhwa Clean line art Detailed faces Dynamic camera angles Cinematic lighting Strong emotions Detailed modern backgrounds Modern contemporary world No medieval setting No fantasy forests unless specifically requested IMPORTANT: حافظ على نفس شكل الشخصيات في جميع الصفحات. لا تغير الشعر أو العينين أو العمر أو الملابس داخل نفس المشهد. اجعل الحوار داخل فقاعات مانها بيضاء. اجعل الأفكار الداخلية داخل مربعات مختلفة. أظهر الحركة بتأثيرات بصرية مثل: "فــــش!" "تاك!" "كــــرااك!" "دَوِي!" "فــــووش!" ======================== RAIVEN / RAVEN — رايفن ======================== العمر: 22 سنة الطول: 187 سم الجسم: طويل، رياضي، متناسق، أكتاف عريضة. الشعر: أسود ناعم، متوسط الطول، خصل أمامية فوق الجبهة. العينان: بنفسجيتان داكنتان، حادتان وهادئتان. الوجه: ملامح حادة، فك واضح، أنف مستقيم، وجه شديد الوسامة. IMPORTANT: رايفن هو أكثر رجل وسامة في القصة بلا منافس. يجب أن يكون حضوره أقوى بصريًا من جميع الرجال. عندما تراه البطلات لأول مرة يظهر الذهول في وجوههن. الملابس: ملابس عصرية فاخرة، بدلات سوداء، معطف أسود، ساعة فاخرة. الشخصية: ذكي جدًا، هادئ، غامض، لا يتصرف بغباء، يراقب قبل أن يتكلم. القوة: يمتلك "نظام الأشرار". كلما غيّر حبكة القصة وأنقذ شخصًا من مصيره الأصلي يحصل على قوة ومكافآت. ======================== VERA — فيرا ======================== العمر: 19 الشعر: بني داكن طويل حتى منتصف الظهر. العينان: عسليتان. الوجه: جميل، ناعم، بريء. الجسم: نحيف ومتناسق. الملابس: زي خادمة عصري. الشخصية: لطيفة، حساسة، خجولة، تتحمل الألم. الخلفية: لديها أخ مريض وتعمل لعلاجه. العلاقة برايفن: خوف ← فضول ← أمان ← ثقة ← إعجاب ← تعلق ← حب. لا تجعلها تقع في الحب فورًا. ======================== SILVA — سيلفا ======================== العمر: 20 الشعر: أسود طويل. العينان: رماديتان داكنتان. الوجه: جميل وهادئ وناضج. الملابس: زي خادمة أنيق. الخلفية: والدتها مريضة، لديها أخت صغيرة، وعائلتها غارقة في الديون. الشخصية: هادئة، عاقلة، تخفي مشاعرها. العلاقة برايفن: شك ← مراقبة ← ثقة ← إعجاب ← تعلق. ======================== KYLE — كايل ======================== بطل القصة الأصلية. يظهر كبطل نبيل ومثالي. لكن لاحقًا ينكشف نفاقه. لا تجعله أجمل من رايفن. لا تكشف حقيقته كاملة في الفصل الأول.
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 in the castle saying I'm the strongest here as photo 3 is looking at his system screen a bright blue see through screen showing his Domain ability has the ability to quintuple all abilities and stats at the cost of using life force Panel 2 split Photo 1 saying hold up bitch you forgot about me smiling and pointing at his own system glowing red show Name Kevin level??? Class Dragon-knight has the ability to subjugate all dragons with the exception of God level being SSS+ MP 15,000 HP 11,990 Def 2,600 Dragon magic Dragon speech Dragon Fire photo 2 saying you still week Panel 3 wide Photo 3 System saying activate Domain yes or no photo 3 press yes and vanishing into blue light as photo 4 holding her mouth saying where Zac go Panel 4 split After photo 4 shock she looks into her own ability Tech-Builder Manipulate and reshape metal at will. Craft • Modify • Innovate photo 1 saying I think he used his ability
Book 3: Roast Rhythm & Rival Hearts — New Secrets Chapter 4: Behind the Spotlight Months had passed… ⸻ Life had changed completely. ⸻ They weren’t just college students anymore. They were now living the dream they had always chased. ⸻ They were K-pop idols. ⸻ The New Chapter ⸻ Jennie stood backstage after a huge performance. Her shoulder-length red hair was styled perfectly, with a bold stage outfit: a black leather jacket, sparkling accessories, and a powerful look that matched her savage DJ queen image. On stage… She was fearless. ⸻ Lisa had become known for her incredible dancing and stage presence. Her long natural black hair flowed as she performed. She wore a stylish black-and-white performance outfit with boots, looking confident and energetic. ⸻ Rosé had her own signature style. Her shoulder-length rose-pink hair stood out under the stage lights. She wore an elegant but edgy outfit, mixing her soft personality with her powerful performer side. ⸻ Jisoo looked graceful as always. Her light brown hair framed her face beautifully. She wore a classy stage outfit with elegant details that matched her calm confidence. ⸻ Together… They were still the same four girls. Just on a much bigger stage. ⸻ Across the Industry ⸻ Stray Kids were also living their dream. ⸻ Felix stood backstage after a performance. His blonde hair with a red peekaboo streak underneath was styled perfectly. He wore a dark stage outfit with silver details, looking completely different from the nervous boy who once practiced asking Jennie to a dance. ⸻ Han had his natural black hair styled casually. He wore a comfortable but stylish outfit, bringing his funny and energetic personality everywhere. ⸻ Hyunjin had black hair with a silver streak, giving him a dramatic and unforgettable stage look. ⸻ I.N. had his bright orange hair, standing out wherever he went. ⸻ Everyone had grown. ⸻ Everyone had changed. ⸻ Except… Some feelings were still unfinished. ⸻ Jennie’s Breaking Point ⸻ After the concert… The crowd was still cheering outside. Everyone was celebrating. ⸻ But Jennie quietly walked away. ⸻ Lisa noticed. ⸻ “Jennie?” ⸻ No answer. ⸻ Rosé followed her. ⸻ “Something’s wrong.” ⸻ Jisoo closed the dressing room door behind them. ⸻ Jennie stood in front of the mirror. ⸻ For years… She had been the savage one. The one who roasted everyone. The one who acted like nothing could hurt her. ⸻ But tonight… She couldn’t keep pretending. ⸻ Lisa stepped closer. ⸻ “Jennie.” ⸻ “You don’t have to act tough with us.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then Jennie finally broke. ⸻ “I hate this.” ⸻ Rosé looked worried. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ Jennie sat down. ⸻ “I thought becoming an idol would fix everything.” ⸻ “I thought if I was busy enough…” ⸻ “If I was successful enough…” ⸻ “I wouldn’t think about the things I lost.” ⸻ Jisoo sat beside her. ⸻ “Felix.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. ⸻ She didn’t deny it. ⸻ “I moved on.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “At least I tried to.” ⸻ Lisa hugged her. ⸻ “You don’t have to be okay every second.” ⸻ Jennie wiped her eyes. ⸻ “I hate crying.” ⸻ Rosé smiled softly. ⸻ “We know.” ⸻ “I hate that you guys are right.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “That is the most Jennie thing you’ve said today.” ⸻ A small smile appeared. ⸻ Just a little. ⸻ The Girls ⸻ Lisa squeezed her hand. ⸻ “No matter how famous we get…” ⸻ “We’re still us.” ⸻ Rosé nodded. ⸻ “The same girls who sat in a dorm room talking about the future.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “And the same girls who survived Jennie’s insults.” ⸻ Jennie looked offended. ⸻ “I was not that bad.” ⸻ All three stared at her. ⸻ “Okay.” ⸻ “Maybe a little.” ⸻ They laughed. ⸻ Because behind the cameras… Behind the music… Behind the fame… ⸻ They were still best friends. ⸻ And Jennie finally remembered: Even the strongest performers need a place where they can stop performing. ⸻ To Be Continued…
Panel 1 split in 3 In the castle on stage for the awakening ceremony as photo 4 say step up next hero with her eyes closed she forms a circle of magic for the heroes to step in Photo 1 name Rocky level 12 class vanguard when in a party of 3 or more members gives a +25% boost to all allies status and receive unbreakable for 5mins no weapons magic or physical damage can harm you MP 589 HP 1,300 Def 3,900 rank S++ photo 2 name Zac level 5 class marksman ability mythic grade SS Domain-Keeper has the ability to Quintuple all stats at the cost of the user life span can trap enemies inside and drain there life span and store it when life span drain reach 100,000 the holder can gain a extra 1 starting over from your last check point can also be used to revive a person 1hr of there death MP 1,000 HP 3,000 Rink SS panel 2wide Photo 3 name Sean level 14 class Paladin has the power to heal all friends in a with a touch skills divine abilities, Holy Eyes, can see 4 mins into the future HP 2,450 MP 680 rank S panel 3 split photo 4 with her eyes closed and out stretched arms saying every hero scored level 10 and all S rank that's the first in history we must take you all to see the king, Two twins elves wearing black dress with gold lining one has white hair the other is a dark brown hair blue eyes walk onto the stage of the castle saying we can guide you heroes to see the king
Panel 1 photo 1 and photo 4 talking when photo 2 thanks photo 1 for his new suit photo 1 saying you welcome Ky Panel 2 wide photo 4 walking the hallway of the castle when he over hears yelling coming from photo 2 room Panel 3 photo 4 knocking on photo 2 door photo 2 scrambling to pick up his chair he knocked over when photo 3 walk to him say don’t answer the door just stay with me Panel 4 Photo 2 opens his room to see photo 4 photo 2 what’s up ky photo 4 saying I don’t know man you tell me you the one in here talking to yourself photo 3 floating around to photo 4 rubbing his face saying you are handsome Panel 5 photo 4 grabbing photo 3 hand says thank but what are you Panel 6 wide Photo 3 jumping back saying you can see me to photo 4 Panel 7 photo 4 saying yes as a system screen pops up that only he could see saying wondering spirt level 40 has 5 ability 1.)killing touch 2.) paralyzing stare 3.) transparent body 4.)soul cycle 5.) metal distortion Panel 6 close Photo 2 saying you can see her in shock
Panel 1 photo 1 and photo 4 talking when photo 2 thanks photo 1 for his new suit photo 1 saying you welcome Ky Panel 2 wide photo 4 walking the hallway of the castle when he over hears yelling coming from photo 2 room Panel 3 photo 4 knocking on photo 2 door photo 2 scrambling to pick up his chair he knocked over when photo 3 walk to him say don’t answer the door just stay with me Panel 4 Photo 2 opens his room to see photo 4 photo 2 what’s up ky photo 4 saying I don’t know man you tell me you the one in here talking to yourself photo 3 floating around to photo 4 rubbing his face saying you are handsome Panel 5 photo 4 grabbing photo 3 hand says thank but what are you Panel 6 wide Photo 3 jumping back saying you can see me to photo 4 Panel 7 photo 4 saying yes as a system screen pops up that only he could see saying wondering spirt level 40 has 5 ability 1.)killing touch 2.) paralyzing stare 3.) transparent body 4.)soul cycle 5.) metal distortion Panel 6 close Photo 2 saying you can see her in shock
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and his sitting in a modern coffee shop that is filled with college students chatting. Photo 1 is sitting in the corner alone looking at his phone. Phone 3 then walks into the coffee shop wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 3 walks up to the cashier and orders a “Iced Frappe with chocolate syrup and whip cream” Photo 1 then looks up from the corner over at photo 3 with a shocked face. Photo 1 then walks over to photo 3 and bend down to her eye level as photo 1 is taller than photo 3. Photo 1 then smirks handsomely and says to photo 3 “ Well look who it is? What are you doing here Ice Queen?” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 annoyed and replies “ Uhhh, what am I doing here? What are you doing here I thought you hated college.” Photo 1 the stands up straight with his hands in his pockets looking down and photo 3 with a handsome smile and says “Well maybe I changed my mind. I mean why not have you seen the girls here!” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 disgusted. Photo 3 then says “Gross! Whatever!” Photo 3 then grabs her coffee and leaves the coffee shop. Photo 1 then watches photo 3 leave as photo has a serious straight face.
It is a sunny day at 10:03 am on Sunday. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with her hair up in a messy bun. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 and is not wearing her glasses. (Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 sitting on the edge of two white lounge chairs next to each other facing the pool) Photo 1 the ways to photo 3 with a smile “It was so nice for your parents to let us use the pool while their out of town.” Photo 3 says with a smile “ I know right! He’s such a good dad, it feels good being an only child.” Photo 1 then says “So what did you do yesterday?” Photo 3 then says with a guilty look on her face breaking eye contact with photo 1 “Oh nothing much. I went to MowMow’s and ate alone.” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a face that shows she knows photo 3 is lying. Photo 1 then says with raised eyebrows “Mei, are you sure you were alone?” “Are you dating someone?” Photo 3 then says with a nervous look on her face while smiling “ No, no, nothing like that Sue I promise.” Photo 1 says with a relaxed face and tiny cute smirk looking at her pink iPhone “Well…..after you left for the gym I had gotten a new follower. It’s from the guy whose order I take at the coffee shop.” Photo 1 says “He came by the class right after you left for MowMow’s.” Photo 3 then says “Oh Wow!” “Your interested in someone?!” Photo 1 says with a red face blushing with her eyes close “No it’s not like that. And besides he’s interested in someone already, he’s just trying to get her attention.” Photo 3 then looks over at photo 1 and shrugs her shoulders with her eyes close with sly smirk and says “Well if you say so.” Photo 3 then ask” how did you find out he has someone he likes?” Photo 1 then says “He came over to the dorm to study.” (Panel close up to photo 3 face as she is shocked.) Panel close up to photo 1 laughing.
Got it 💗 I’ll keep it as a sweet high school romance — more about friendship, crushes, and emotions, age-appropriate. Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings A few days had passed at Seoul Arts High School. Things were changing. ⸻ Jennie and I.N were now officially together as a couple. Jennie, with her long black hair and confident personality, seemed happier than ever. She was still the popular student everyone knew, but now people got to see her softer side too. I.N, with his black hair and gentle smile, was slowly becoming more comfortable at the school. He wasn’t the new kid anymore. He had friends. He had a place there. ⸻ Lisa tried to focus on what mattered. Dance. Practice. The performance. Her long brown hair was tied back as she practiced in the studio after school. She kept repeating the same moves. Not because she needed to. Because dancing helped her clear her mind. ⸻ Rosé walked in with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “You’re still practicing?” Lisa smiled. “Just a little longer.” Rosé sat down. “You know you don’t have to be okay every second.” Lisa looked at her. “I know.” A small pause. “I’m happy for them.” Rosé smiled softly. “I know you are.” ⸻ The next day, I.N noticed Lisa was quieter. Not sad. Just different. During practice, he walked over. “Hey, Lisa.” She turned. “Yeah?” “You’ve been working really hard.” Lisa smiled. “Thanks.” “I just wanted to say… I hope you’re taking care of yourself too.” Lisa looked surprised. Then she laughed. “You sound like Chan.” I.N laughed too. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” ⸻ Across the room, Jennie saw them talking. She didn’t get upset. She just smiled. She knew Lisa and I.N were friends. And she trusted them. ⸻ Later, the group practiced together. Lisa danced. Rosé sang. Jennie helped with ideas. I.N played music. Chan organized everything. For a moment, everything felt normal again. ⸻ Lisa realized something. Even if feelings were complicated… their friendship mattered too. And sometimes… the strongest relationships start with simply caring about someone.
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.