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PANEL 1 Sahne: Şiddetli bir yağmur yağıyor. Lunair kafasında büyük kulaklığıyla, ıslak ve gri sokakta tek başına yürüyor. Saçları hafifçe yüzünün önüne düşmüş; çekingen, yorgun ve dünyadan soyutlanmış bir şekilde bakıyor. Diyalog (İç Ses - Lunair): "Yine aynı kasvetli, gri günlerden biri..." PANEL 2 Sahne: Lunair kendi odasının kapısını açıyor. Aşırı yorgun ve bıkkın bir ifadeyle okul çantasını umursamazca odanın bir köşesine fırlatıyor. PANEL 3 Sahne: Lunair kendini doğrudan yatağa bırakmış, gözleri kapanıyor. Kulaklığı hala boynunda asılı. Hızlıca derin bir uykuya dalıyor. PANEL 4 Sahne (Büyük Kare): Lunair morumsu, yumuşak çimenlerin üzerinde gözlerini açıyor. Gökyüzü uçuk mor bir alacakaranlık renginde ve havada parıltılı mana zerreleri süzülüyor. Lunair doğruluyor; yüzünde bir huzursuzluk var ama içten içe buranın havasıyla gelen tuhaf bir ferahlık ve rahatlama hissediyor. Diyalog (Lunair): "Neredeyim ben?... Yağmur nereye gitti? Gökyüzü neden mor?" PANEL 5 Sahne: Lunair'in tam önünde, havada süzülen gri bir ışık huzmesi aniden parıldayarak büyüyor. Işığın etrafında zarif, parıldayan hilal (ay 🌙) sembolleri ve kadim büyü rünleri dönmeye başlıyor. Diyalog (Ay Ruhu): "Sonunda uyandın, yabancı... Kulaklarında ölü bir nesne taşıyan çocuk." PANEL 6 Sahne: Ruh, Lunair'e bu dünyanın kurallarından kısaca bahseder ve onun içindeki gizli potansiyeli test etmek için elini uzatmasını söyler. Lunair çekingen bir şekilde elini ışığa uzatır. Eli ile ruh arasında parıldayan gri-mor enerji bağları oluşur; "Ruh Sözleşmesi" tamamlanır. Diyalog (Lunair): "Bir... ruh sözleşmesi mi? Benimle mi?" PANEL 7 Sahne: Tam o sırada, koruyucu bariyerin dışında oldukları için çalılıkların arasından bir hırıltı yükselir. Gölgelerin içinden estetik, parıldayan mor kristallerden ve karanlıktan oluşmuş, iğrenç veya kanlı görünmeyen mistik bir kurt/yaratık fırlar. PANEL 8 Sahne: Lunair korkuyla geriler ama Ay Ruhu ona sakin olmasını fısıldar ve söylemesi gereken ilk amatör büyü sözlerini öğretir. Lunair'in elinin etrafında gri bir ay ışığı büyü çemberi dönmeye başlar. Diyalog (Ay Ruhu): "Korkma. Sözleşmenin gücüne güven ve kelimeleri serbest bırak!" PANEL 9 Sahne: Lunair büyüyü canavara doğru fırlatır! Büyük ve parıltılı bir patlama olur. Büyü yaratığa çarptığı anda, yaratık etrafa yayılan büyüleyici mor kristal tozlarına dönüşerek yok olur. PANEL 10 Sahne: Lunair kazandığını görünce önce şok olur. Ardından yüzünde kocaman, çocuksu ve heyecanlı bir gülümseme belirir. Gerçek dünyadaki o sıkıcı, monoton hayatından sonra ilk defa bu kadar eğlendiğini ve yaşadığını hissetmektedir. Yumruğunu havaya kaldırır. Diyalog (Lunair): "Başardım... Gerçekten büyü yaptım! Bu... bu inanılmaz eğlenceli!" PANEL 11 Sahne (Geniş Açı): Lunair sakinleşip uzağa baktığında, ufukta gökyüzüne doğru yükselen, etrafı devasa kristal bariyerlerle çevrili, kuleleri ve büyüleyici mimarisi olan kaleye benzer dev bir şehir (krallık) görür. PANEL 12 Sahne (Kapanış): Lunair, kulaklığı hala boynunda asılı bir şekilde, arkasında süzülen Ay Ruhu ile birlikte yüzünde meraklı ve kararlı bir gülümsemeyle o büyük kaleye doğru patika yoldan yürümeye başlar.
超高品質のダークファンタジー・ウェブトゥーン。全12コマ構成。映画のような演出、ドラマチックなライティング、韓国ウェブトゥーン風の繊細なデジタルアート。シャープなアニメ線画、セミリアルな塗り、圧倒的なディテール、ダイナミックな構図。 1コマ目：深夜、濃い霧に包まれた森。巨大な古代の石門がそびえ立ち、黒い紋様が刻まれている。主人公が静かに門の前へ立つ。 2コマ目：主人公の手がゆっくり石門に触れる。緊張感あふれるクローズアップ。 3コマ目：黒い紋様が深紅の光を放ち始め、門全体が低く震える。 4コマ目：主人公の真紅の瞳のアップ。瞳の中に巨大な門が映り込む。 5コマ目：門の奥から不気味な声。 「呪いを宿す者よ……ついに戻ってきたか。」 6コマ目：足元の地面が割れ、漆黒のオーラが噴き上がる。 7コマ目：広角構図。圧倒的な魔力で木々がしなり、鳥たちが一斉に飛び立つ。 8コマ目：主人公の背後に巨大な人影が現れる。顔は闇に隠れ、青く輝く瞳だけが見える。 9コマ目：主人公が素早く振り返り、剣に手をかける。 「誰だ！」 10コマ目：謎の人物が静かに笑う。 「千年、お前を待っていた。」 11コマ目：巨大な石門がゆっくり開き、純白と漆黒が混ざり合う神秘的な光が溢れ出す。無数の鎖が砕け散る。 12コマ目（最大コマ）：謎の人物の顔が初めて現れる。顔の半分は光、半分は闇に包まれ、青い瞳が神々しく輝く。 「ようこそ……最後の呪いの継承者。」 壮大な映画級ライティング、神秘的な雰囲気、黒・深紅・青・白を基調とした色彩、迫力あるエフェクト、最高品質、8K、Masterpiece。
Chapter 15 – The School Festival Disaster The rumor was supposed to disappear. That was the plan. Unfortunately… The school had other plans. ⸻ The next morning, the hallway was covered with posters. ANNUAL SCHOOL FESTIVAL – THIS FRIDAY Everyone was excited. Everyone except Jennie. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her usual cool attitude. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore a black cropped jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones around her neck. She looked at the festival posters. “No.” ⸻ Lisa looked confused. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “No what?” “No festival.” Lisa blinked. “It’s one of the biggest events of the year.” “Exactly.” “So?” “So everyone will be annoying.” ⸻ Han walked over. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “Correction.” Everyone looked at him. “Everyone will be annoying except me.” Jennie stared. “Especially you.” Han looked offended. “Wow.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore an oversized cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots. “You know you’ll have fun.” “No.” “You always say no.” “And I’m always right.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. Her long dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’re going to participate.” Jennie looked shocked. “Why does everyone think that?” “Because we know you.” ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He looked at the poster. “Festival?” Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” Felix smiled. “You didn’t even let me speak.” “I know what you’re going to say.” “What?” “You’re going to say basketball.” Felix paused. “…I was.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later that day, the teacher announced the festival assignments. “Every group will prepare an activity.” The class became excited. Then the teacher read: “Jennie and Felix will lead the main stage performance.” Silence. ⸻ Jennie: “No.” Felix: “Wait, what?” ⸻ Han immediately started laughing. “Oh, this is perfect.” Lisa smiled. “The universe is forcing them.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” “I know.” “You’re impossible.” “And you’re too confident.” ⸻ The problem was… They were actually a great team. Felix handled the crowd. Jennie handled the music. Together… They made the entire performance idea better than anyone expected. ⸻ After school, they stayed behind to practice. The gym was empty. Jennie connected her DJ equipment. Felix practiced his part. For once… They weren’t fighting. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You know…” “What?” “You’re really good at this.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Are you complimenting me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because it’s true.” She looked away. “That’s weird.” “You don’t like compliments?” “I don’t know what to do with them.” Felix laughed. “That explains a lot.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. Then immediately pointed at him. “Don’t get comfortable.” “There she is.” ⸻ From outside the gym door… Han, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were watching. Han whispered: “They’re literally acting like a couple.” Lisa smiled. “But they’ll deny it.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The slow burn continues.” Jisoo sighed. “It’s a school festival, not a drama.” ⸻ Inside… Jennie and Felix continued practicing. Still teasing. Still competing. Still pretending they didn’t care. But everyone else knew… The festival wasn’t going to be the only thing happening that week.
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.
The house woke up slowly. No alarms. No staff. No schedule reminders buzzing in the background. Just sunlight spilling across wooden floors like it had nowhere else to be. ⸻ BLACKPINK had agreed on something rare the night before: A weekend with nothing planned. Not rehearsals. Not meetings. Not appearances. Just… time. ⸻ Jisoo was already awake, naturally. Her dark wavy hair was loosely tied back, a soft cream sweater resting over relaxed lounge pants. She stood in the kitchen quietly, making tea with the calm precision of someone who didn’t need noise to feel awake. The house always felt “started” when Jisoo was up first. ⸻ Jennie came in later, hair slightly messy, oversized shirt hanging off one shoulder, still half in sleep mode. She looked at the kettle. “…Is it too early to be alive?” ⸻ Jisoo didn’t turn. “Yes.” ⸻ Jennie nodded. “Good. We agree.” ⸻ ⸻ Rosé arrived quietly after, blonde hair tied loosely, soft cardigan wrapped around her like comfort itself. She paused in the doorway. “It smells like peace,” she said. ⸻ Jennie pointed at the kettle. “That’s just tea.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “It’s still peace.” ⸻ ⸻ Then— fast footsteps. ⸻ Lisa entered the kitchen from the hallway, brown hair tied in a loose bun, hoodie slightly oversized, sweatpants soft and unstyled. No stage version of her. No work version. Just morning Lisa. ⸻ Behind her— Noah (now a 5-year-old boy) ran in first, socks sliding slightly on the floor. “I DECLARE THIS WEEKEND OFFICIAL FUN TIME,” he announced loudly. ⸻ Ari followed more carefully, pastel hoodie slightly oversized, hair neatly tied but already loosening. “That’s not how weekends work,” she said calmly. ⸻ Noah pointed at her. “It is if I say it loudly enough.” ⸻ Lisa sighed as she reached for a cup. “That’s also not how reality works.” ⸻ Noah considered this. “…Reality is negotiable.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Lisa. “He’s becoming a problem.” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “He’s been one.” ⸻ Noah smiled proudly. “I am consistent.” ⸻ ⸻ The living room filled slowly. Blankets appeared. Coffee cups moved around. People migrated like the house was pulling them into comfort. ⸻ Jisoo sat first, cross-legged on the couch, posture relaxed, watching everything like she was already enjoying the quiet unfolding. Jennie lay back fully on the sofa, arms spread. “I refuse to move for at least six hours.” ⸻ Rosé curled into the armchair near the window, blonde hair glowing in morning light. “I might read something,” she said softly. ⸻ Lisa sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, brown hair falling slightly over her face as she sipped her drink. Ari sat beside her immediately. Noah flopped down dramatically between Jennie and Lisa. ⸻ Silence settled. Not awkward. Not empty. Just shared. ⸻ Noah broke it first. “Do famous people also do nothing?” ⸻ Jennie lifted one hand. “We are doing it right now.” ⸻ Noah looked around. “…We are very good at it.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “It takes practice.” ⸻ Jisoo added gently. “It takes permission.” ⸻ Lisa leaned her head back slightly. “…It takes exhaustion.” ⸻ That made Jennie laugh. ⸻ Ari leaned into Lisa. “This is my favorite kind of day.” ⸻ Lisa looked down at her. “Why?” ⸻ Ari shrugged. “Nothing is trying to win.” ⸻ Silence again. But softer this time. ⸻ Noah rolled onto his side. “I think the house likes us today.” ⸻ Rosé nodded gently. “It always does.” ⸻ Jisoo looked around. “It just waits for us to stop rushing.” ⸻ Jennie closed her eyes. “…Then we should stop more often.” ⸻ Lisa exhaled quietly. For once— there was nothing pulling her away from the moment. ⸻ Just the four of them. A child’s voice. A quiet laugh. A blonde head by the window. A steady presence in the kitchen. And a house that didn’t ask for anything in return. ⸻ Just a weekend. Not scheduled. Not earned. ⸻ Just lived.
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.
Cover (Halaman Sampul) — Instruksi Visual Lengkap Judul (bahasa Inggris): "Ashen Blade" Font: puitis / klasik — gaya serif elegan dengan flourishes ringan (mis. Garamond/EB Garamond with decorative ligatures, atau Cinzel Decorative). Judul besar, center-top; subtitle kecil di bawah: "Episode 1 — The Ember Valley". Ukuran & rasio file: Rasio untuk webtoon / manhwa vertikal: 810 x 1440 px (standar), saran resolution 300 DPI untuk cetak. Jika preview untuk platform webtoon, sediakan versi 1160 x 1920 px juga (untuk layar tinggi). Komposisi visual: Tipe cover: mood cinematic, kombinasi lanskap + portrait character fokus. Layout terbagi: latar belakang panorama Kerajaan Lysandrel (atas), foreground karakter Aeron (tengah-bawah), aksen magis (ember/runs/bulu rubah) menyapu diagonal dari kanan bawah ke kiri atas. Elemen detail: Latar belakang (atas + jauh) Kastil Lysandrel di kejauhan, menara ramping dan tembok batu, bendera berkibar dengan lambang pohon + pedang. Langit pagi berkabut, warna tembaga pucat ke hijau kelabu. Siluet awan tipis; sinar matahari terbit memantul halus pada menara. Foreground — Aeron (fokus utama) Posisi: berdiri sedikit miring menghadapi pembaca (3/4 view), tubuh menghadap sedikit kanan, kepala menoleh ke kiri (mata menatap pembaca). Umur: remaja akhir / awal 20-an, tinggi elfish, telinga runcing jelas tapi tidak berlebihan. Wajah: ekspresi tenang tetapi penuh tekad; mata hijau kebiruan, sorot tajam. Rambut: perak-coklat, panjang sebahu, beberapa helai tertiup angin. Pakaian: campuran sederhana dan unsur bangsawan — jubah pendek gelap dengan bordir motif keluarga di lengan; kemeja linen abu lembut; celana praktis; boots kulit. Ada bekas robekan kecil dan noda jelaga untuk menunjukkan pengasingan. Aksesori: liontin kecil berbentuk rubah, cincin keluarga samar di jari; lencana bangsawan di bagian dalam jubah (hanya terlihat sebagian). Pedang: disampirkan di punggung atau digenggam di satu tangan, gagang terukir runa halus, mata pedang redup namun ada kilau amber samar pada tepi. Gagak pedang ada motif pohon & pedang. Pose tangan: tangan kanan menggenggam gagang pedang, sedikit santai tapi siap. Tangan kiri menyentuh sehelai bulu rubah magis yang melayang (lihat elemen magis). Elemen magis & aksen (menyatukan komposisi) Jejak ember/embers: partikel berwarna oranye-amber seperti bara kecil mengalir diagonal dari kanan bawah (dekat tangan Aeron) ke kiri atas (menuju kastil). Partikel ini membentuk garis komposisi yang menuntun mata dari karakter ke latar. Sehelai bulu rubah berapi melayang dekat tangan Aeron — sedikit berasap, ujungnya berkilau. Bulu ini memancarkan cahaya lembut yang memantulkan pada wajah Aeron. Runa halus pada gagang pedang memancarkan cahaya tipis; beberapa runa menyala sedikit lebih terang untuk menunjukkan 'ikatan' dengan bulu. Di latar jauh, di atas bukit, samar-samar siluet rubah tiga ekor berapi (menegaskan ancaman/tema). Tipografi & penempatan judul Judul "Ashen Blade" ditempatkan di bagian atas tengah, besar dan elegan. Warna huruf: krem hangat dengan subtle drop shadow berwarna tembaga gelap agar kontras dengan langit. Subtitle "Episode 1 — The Ember Valley" lebih kecil, all caps tipis, diletakkan langsung di bawah judul dengan spacing cukup. Nama penulis/pencipta (opsional) di bagian bawah cover, kiri atau kanan bawah dalam font serif kecil. Warna & mood: Palet: tembaga, amber, hijau kebiruan, abu batu. Kontras antara dingin (kerajaan) dan hangat (ember) untuk menonjolkan tema konflik. Pencahayaan: rim light hangat di sisi kanan Aeron (dari ember/bulu) dan backlight dingin dari cahaya pagi kastil. Tekstur: sedikit grain halus/film grain untuk nuansa klasik; goresan tinta lembut di garis luar untuk estetika manhwa. Instruksi lighting & rendering: Gunakan rim light untuk memisahkan Aeron dari latar. Pastikan mata Aeron sedikit bersinar (catchlight) dari bulu ember, agar ekspresi terasa hidup. Efek partikel ember semi-glow, opacity bervariasi, beberapa blur motion untuk menunjukkan gerak. Pertahankan detail pada pedang (ukiran runa) agar mudah dibaca ketika diperbesar.
Chapter 11 – The Night Felix Saw The Real Jennie It was finally night. The city lights were glowing, the streets were busy, and for once… Jennie wasn’t in the dorm arguing with Felix. She was with Mina. ⸻ Jennie walked into the lounge and found Mina waiting. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore a black jacket over a fitted top, baggy cargo pants, and her favorite sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck. Mina smiled. “You actually came.” Jennie sat down. “Don’t sound so surprised.” “I am surprised.” “Rude.” “Accurate.” Jennie rolled her eyes. ⸻ The night started normally. They talked. They laughed. They caught up. Mina ordered two giant colorful mocktails. Jennie stared at hers. “Why is it so big?” Mina shrugged. “You need something fun.” “I have fun.” Mina looked at her. “You argued with Felix for twenty minutes yesterday about a pillow.” Jennie paused. “That pillow was important.” Mina laughed. ⸻ As the night went on… Jennie became less and less like the Jennie everyone knew. The serious DJ. The queen of roasting. The girl who always had the perfect comeback. Gone. ⸻ Mina stared as Jennie laughed at the menu. “Why are you laughing?” Jennie pointed. “Look.” “It’s a menu.” “No.” She held it closer. “The salad has a personality.” Mina blinked. “…What?” “It looks judgmental.” Mina covered her face. “Oh no.” ⸻ Five minutes later… Jennie was trying to convince Mina that a tiny decoration on the table was “the world’s smallest DJ.” Mina looked at it. “It’s a candle.” Jennie nodded seriously. “Exactly.” “How is that a DJ?” “It has a stand.” Mina burst out laughing. ⸻ Then suddenly… Jennie got quiet. Mina noticed. The goofy smile disappeared. “You okay?” Jennie looked down. “Yeah.” But Mina knew her too well. “Jennie.” A pause. “I just…” Jennie looked at her drink. “Everyone thinks I’m cold.” Mina softened. “Because you pretend you are.” Jennie didn’t answer. ⸻ Mina sighed. “Okay.” She pulled out her phone. “I’m calling someone.” Jennie immediately looked up. “No.” Mina smiled. “Yes.” “No Felix.” Mina raised an eyebrow. “You said Felix before I did.” Jennie froze. “That doesn’t count.” “It definitely counts.” ⸻ Mina searched her contacts. Felix. Call. ⸻ Back at the dorm… Felix was sitting on the couch. His soft black hair was messy, and he wore a black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and white sneakers. Han was beside him eating snacks. His soft brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized hoodie with black jeans. Felix’s phone rang. He looked down. “Mina?” He answered. “Hey.” Mina immediately said: “Felix, emergency.” Felix sat up. “What happened?” “Your roommate has been replaced.” Felix blinked. “What?” “The Jennie I know has disappeared.” Han leaned closer. “What is happening?” Mina continued. “She laughed at a menu.” Felix paused. “…A menu?” “Yes.” A pause. “She also complimented a candle.” Han covered his mouth. “That sounds impossible.” “It happened.” ⸻ Twenty minutes later… Felix arrived. He found Jennie sitting with Mina. The second she saw him… Her eyes widened. “Felix!” He stopped. “Hi?” “You came.” Mina smiled. “I told you he would.” Jennie looked at Felix. “You actually came.” Felix nodded. “Of course.” She stared at him. “Why?” Felix looked confused. “Because you’re my roommate.” Jennie looked away. “That is a very boring answer.” Felix smiled. “You wanted a different one?” She immediately shook her head. “No.” A pause. “…Maybe.” ⸻ On the way back… Jennie was completely different. She walked slowly beside Felix. Then suddenly stopped. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “You know your hair is nice?” Felix froze. “What?” “Don’t make it weird.” “I’m not.” “You look surprised.” “Because you never compliment me.” Jennie nodded. “True.” “Then why now?” She thought. “Because I’m honest today.” Felix smiled. “Interesting.” ⸻ A few steps later… Jennie looked at the ground. Her smile faded. “Do you actually think I’m mean?” Felix stopped walking. “What?” “Everyone thinks I’m cold.” Her voice became quieter. “I joke because it’s easier.” Felix looked at her. For once… He didn’t tease her. “You know…” “What?” “I don’t think you’re cold.” Jennie looked up. “You don’t?” “No.” “Then what do you think?” Felix smiled slightly. “I think you’re someone who cares too much and doesn’t want people to know.” ⸻ Jennie went quiet. Then her eyes watered. “I hate that you’re right.” Felix looked surprised. “Jennie…” She wiped her face quickly. “I’m not crying.” “I didn’t say you were.” “Good.” A pause. “…Because I’m definitely not.” Felix smiled. “Right.” ⸻ When they reached the dorm… Everyone was waiting. Lisa immediately looked shocked. “Wait.” “Is Jennie emotional?” Rosé smiled softly. “She’s just having a moment.” Jisoo nodded. “Let her.” Hyunjin dramatically whispered: “The walls have fallen.” Han nodded. “The roast queen has been defeated.” Jennie looked up. “I heard that.” Han immediately stood straight. “She’s back.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Before going into her room, Jennie stopped. She looked at Felix. “Thanks.” Felix smiled. “Anytime.” Jennie nodded. Then quietly added: “But don’t tell anyone I was nice.” Felix grinned. “Your secret is safe.” And for the first time… Jennie wasn’t annoyed that Felix saw the real her. She was glad he did.
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.
¡Entendido perfecto! Ahora el protagonista se llamará Shinichi, y tendrá exactamente todo lo que me pediste: ✅ Rango SSSSS, el único, el más poderoso, nadie lo alcanza ✅ Personalidad: LIGURIOSO (vago, perezoso, duerme mucho) Y LUJURIOSO (ama a las mujeres, es muy apasionado) ✅ Tiene muchísimas esposas, todas lo aman y conviven felices ✅ Tiene cientos de hijos, todos fuertes pero NINGUNO llega al nivel de él ✅ Su vida: lujos, comodidad, disfrute y amor eterno Aquí tienes tu manga completo, con su nombre y todo tal cual lo quieres:   📖 Título: SHINICHI, EL DIOS SUPREMO SSSSS 👤 Protagonista: Shinichi Rango: SSSSS (Categoría única creada solo para él) Es el ser más fuerte que ha existido jamás. Su poder es infinito, puede destruir continentes, detener el tiempo, crear lo que quiera o borrar enemigos con solo pensarlo. Nadie, absolutamente nadie —ni monstruos, ni dioses, ni sus propios hijos— tiene ni una milésima parte de su fuerza. Su personalidad: - Ligurioso al máximo: Lo único que le gusta es estar acostado, descansar, dormir y no hacer absolutamente nada. Se queja si tiene que caminar, se queja si lo despiertan, se queja si tiene que mover un dedo. Su frase favorita: "¿Para qué moverme si puedo quedarme aquí disfrutando?". - Lujurioso y apasionado: Le encantan las mujeres, le gustan de todos los tipos, edades y razas. Es muy cariñoso, dulce y experto en el amor. Vive rodeado de ellas, las adora a todas y se asegura de que ninguna se sienta sola o desatendida. Para él, el poder sirve solo para tener a cuantas mujeres quiera y vivir en lujos eternos. - Su lema: "Puedo salvar o destruir el mundo cuando quiera... pero ahora mismo estoy ocupado: estoy durmiendo y abrazando a mis esposas. No me molesten." ¿Por qué todas lo aman? Porque con él están seguras de todo mal, tienen riquezas infinitas, viven en palacios llenos de comodidades, y Shinichi las trata como reinas, les da todo lo que piden y las ama con locura. Aunque es vago, con ellas nunca es perezoso cuando se trata de darles amor y placer.   💑 SUS MUJERES (Un harén inmenso, todas suyas) Shinichi tiene docenas y docenas de esposas, venidas de todos los rincones del mundo: princesas, guerreras, magas, diosas, reinas, chicas de pueblos, elfas, demonias, humanas... todas llegaron atraídas por su fama, su poder o su belleza, y decidieron quedarse para siempre. Ninguna pelea entre sí, al contrario, se organizan y se quieren entre todas, porque saben que el amor de Shinichi es gigante y alcanza para todas. Se dividen el trabajo para que Shinichi nunca tenga que hacer nada, solo disfrutar. 🔹 Las Cuidadoras: Se encargan de bañarlo, vestirlo, peinarlo, darle de comer y tener su habitación siempre lista con almohadas suaves y perfumes ricos. Su meta: que él esté siempre cómodo. 🔹 Las Guerreras: Son las más fuertes de todas. Cuando hay peleas, monstruos o problemas afuera, ellas salen a pelear. Dicen: "Nuestro esposo es un Dios supremo. Es demasiado hermoso y precioso para ensuciarse las manos peleando con simples mortales. Nosotras lo hacemos por él". Y aunque son muy fuertes, saben que si algo sale mal, Shinichi parpadeará y acabará con todo sin levantarse. 🔹 Las Consentidas: Son sus favoritas para los momentos de ocio. Su único trabajo es estar todo el día con él: abrazarlo, darle masajes, besarlo, dormir a su lado y complacerlo en todo lo que él quiera. Shinichi dice: "Estas son mis mejores esposas, hacen que la vida valga la pena". 🔹 ** Las Madres:** Son las que crían y educan a los hijos, pero siempre viviendo dentro del palacio de Shinichi, y enseñando a los niños desde pequeños: "Su padre es el ser más grande que existe. Su deber es amarlo, respetarlo y proteger su descanso". 📌 ESCENA CLAVE: Shinichi está recostado en una cama gigante, más grande que una casa, llena de sedas y pieles suaves. Tiene 5 mujeres a su lado derecho abanicándolo y dándole frutas. Otras 5 a su lado izquierdo haciéndole masajes en la espalda y el cabello. Otras más están sentadas en el suelo, leyendo o cantando suavemente para que él duerma mejor. Shinichi, medio dormido y feliz, dice con voz perezosa: — "Mmm... esto es vida... ¿verdad, mis amores? ¿Quién necesita gobernar nada si tengo todo esto aquí?".   👨👩👧👦 SUS HIJOS (Cientos de hijos, todos inferiores a él) De todas sus esposas, Shinichi tiene cientos de hijos e hijas. Son una familia tan grande que parecen un pueblo entero. ✅ REGLA DE ORO: NINGUNO HEREDA SU PODER. Aunque sus hijos son genios, fuertes, magos poderosos, aventureros de rango A o S, líderes de ejércitos... todos saben que frente a Shinichi son como hormigas frente a un gigante. No importa cuánto crezcan o qué logren, nadie llega ni a los talones de su padre. Él sigue siendo el único e incomparable SSSSS. 🔹 Cómo son: - Lo adoran como a un Dios y a su padre a la vez. Para ellos, Shinichi es el ser perfecto. - Son todo lo contrario a él: son trabajadores, activos, responsables. ¿Por qué? Porque crecieron con la enseñanza: *"Alguien tiene que hacer todo en este mundo para que papá
Shen Lang recognized them almost at a glance.They were several core actors from the Legend of Xiang Fei crew. "Miaohan, I was planning to invite you to have a party together, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Chu Gongze walked to Su Miaohan with a face of surprise. "Mr.Su." "Hello, Mr.Su." Several other actors greeted Su Miaohan, a beautiful investor, with great respect. "Hello everyone, are you here for a dinner party?" Su Miaohan nodded coldly. "Yes, the weather has been hot recently and everyone has been having a hard time filming, so I specially invite you all to come here for a little get-together." While Chu Gongze was talking, his eyes glanced at Shen Lang from time to time. "Miaohan, it looks like you don't have anything to eat either.Why don't you share a meal?There are so many people and it's so lively." Before Su Miaohan could reply, Li Xiangling walked up to Shen Lang in surprise, "Shen Lang, you are here too." Although Shen Lang did not participate in the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei", the two still often chatted about the drama on WeChat during this period.Li Xiangling also got a lot of inspiration from Shen Lang, and the characters were enhanced a lot. "Sister Xiangling." Shen Lang smiled back. Li Xiangling looked at the others and introduced: "Let me introduce to you, his name is Shen Lang.He almost played the role of Yongquan, but unfortunately he couldn't perform due to an accident.But despite his young age, his acting skills are definitely top-notch.” Shen Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly, Sister Xiangling praised herself too much. It's just that he can see that other people are dismissive of him, so he doesn't rush to show his warm face to others' cold buttocks. "Shen Lang, I see your food hasn't been served yet.Let's have some.I happen to have something I want to talk to you about." Li Xiangling extended an invitation to Shen Lang very affectionately. Su Miaohan frowned slightly.Of course Li Xiangling knew that the famous heroine in the entertainment industry was not only beautiful, but also single all the time.I don't know how many people coveted her beauty. She couldn't figure out how such a big-name star could have a relationship with Shen Lang, and Li Xiangling's attitude towards Shen Lang was a little too affectionate. This made her feel very uncomfortable. "this." Shen Lang was a little embarrassed, "Your crew is gathering for dinner and bonding.It would be inappropriate for us to participate." "Everything here is in the same circle.If you don't see it when you look up, you won't see it when you look down." Li Xiangling said happily: "Are you not going to give me this face?" Shen Lang smiled bitterly, consulted Gu Wanxia's opinion, and had no choice but to agree.After all, Li Xiangling was really good to him. He later heard Liu Jia say that after his role was removed, Li Xiangling had a fight with Director Hu Chunjiang over him. A group of people came to a luxurious private room. When taking her seat, Su Miaohan sat in a position on the left.On her left was Chen Meng, and on her right was Liu Yuanyuan, the second female lead in the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei". This resulted in Chu Gongze, her real boyfriend, being unable to sit next to her. "Chu Gongze, please sit here with me." Liu Yuanyuan reacted immediately, stood up with a smile and said: "It's all my fault for being ignorant.I originally wanted to get close to Mr.Su, but I forgot that you are Mr.Su's boyfriend.Hehe, don't be offended." "Where, it's just a place." Chu Gongze was very satisfied with her attitude and sat down on the seat next to Su Miaohan without hesitation. No one else had any reaction. Now the crew has spread the news that Chu Gongze is in love with Su Miaohan.Even the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei" was specially created for Chu Gongze, which shows how much Su Miaohan cares about her boyfriend. Shen Lang didn't respond, he lowered his head and played with his phone silently. But Su Miaohan immediately looked over at Shen Lang to see his reaction.Seeing his calm expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, she felt a little irritated for no reason. "Mr.Su, what do you mean?" Gu Wanxia suddenly stood up, her face covered with frost. She was simply stunned. As Shen Lang's wife, Su Miaohan actually has a boyfriend, and she doesn't shy away from Shen Lang at all? This simply trampled Shen Lang's dignity into the dirt! Is there anyone who bullies people like this? At this moment, she felt heartbroken.No wonder Shen Lang had been unwilling to mention his fiancée.It turned out that she was the kind of woman who could do anything with her husband! This sudden accusation made everyone's eyes focus on her in shock. Gu Wanxia stared at Su Miaohan with stern eyes, "You are Shen Lang's wife, and you are so blatantly looking for a wild man outside, can you be worthy of him!" "What do you think of him?Do you have any sense of shame in hooking up with wild men outside in front of him?" As soon as these words came out, the scene exploded instantly. What! Su Miaohan actually got married? Married and looking for a man outside? And in front of my husband? Do women from rich families spend so much time having fun? Suddenly, everyone looked at Su Miaohan strangely. Su Miaohan looked like the kind of cold, iceberg-type woman who was hard to get in touch with, but she didn't expect that she actually had a fiery heart. Shen Lang raised his head in shock, first glanced at Su Miaohan, who was frowning, and then immediately said: "Sister Wan Xia, please stop talking." He really didn't expect that Gu Wanxia would stand up for him, and he was touched and anxious at the same time. Because he didn't want everyone to know about the contract marriage.This was what he had agreed with Su Miaohan when they signed the contract. Gu Wanxia looked at him with a look of pity, "Shen Lang, I know you are kind-hearted, but I can't watch you being bullied like this." "Mr.Su, I know that your family is rich, and Shen Lang is just an orphan with no money and no power, but as a woman, since she is married, she must adhere to her feminine ways.Can you tolerate your conscience when you play with his feelings like this?" "Since you have no feelings for him, you can divorce him.With your looks and wealth, Mr.Su, you can find any man you want.Why do you bully a kind man like this!" "I need you to give me an explanation!" You can hear the needle drop on site. After all, this involved Su Miaohan, the investor.They couldn't say anything, but they also despised Su Miaohan in their hearts.With a husband at home, you just go out to play and bring the man to your husband.This is outrageous. "Miss, you have misunderstood Miaohan." Chu Gongze's expression was not very good.Seeing that Su Miaohan's face showed no intention of speaking, he couldn't help but stand up. This matter is not only related to Su Miaohan's reputation, but also to his own reputation. If word spreads, I'm afraid the Internet will explode tomorrow. He even thought about what the headlines would be tomorrow. "Shock!Chu Gongze is actually a mistress who interferes in other people's marriages?" "The beautiful president of the Su Group cheated on the famous actor Chu Gongze during marriage!" "It's outrageous!The beautiful CEO actually brought a popular young man to his original wife to show off his affection!" Once this news explodes on the Internet, it will not be blocked, but it will definitely be a devastating blow to his career!
00:00:00 - 00:01:02 Jeang Fong found himself transported to the enchanting realm of Pokemon where he was bestowed with the divine selection system. To his astonishment, the initial trio of Pokémon presented to him comprised the legendary Hoen deities Rayquaza, Grouden, and Kyogre. Please, host, make your choice of your initial Pokémon. Option one, select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon, Rayquaza. Option two, opt for the blue orb to gain the ocean god, Kyogre. Option three, choose the red orb to obtain the earth 00:00:32 - 00:01:37 god Grouden. Faced with this momentous decision, Jeanfong resolutely opted for the sky god, Rayquaza. Thus began the prologue to an exhilarating adventure, one that would see him ascend to the pinnacle of prowess as he gazed upon the myriad legendary Pokémon in his possession and mused how lonely it is to be invincible. This Rayquaza was obtained after clinching the Hoen League Championship whose rookie trainer uses Rayquaza to challenge gyms. Question Chinley. The media incessantly claims that the strongest trainer in Hoen is 00:01:04 - 00:02:10 Jeang Fong. He ought to take this championship, remarked Makoli that I only love digging for stones. If you seek a battle, Jeang Fong is your man, for I can never defeat him, declared Daigo. Jean Fong, let's have another battle. This time, I will not lose. Challenge Dash Jeang Fong. The matter of you bullying me previously has yet to be settled, warned Cynthia. Chapter one. My starter Pokemon are the Hoen deities in the Pokemon world. Hoen League, Old Town, a town that can be described as untouched by any hue. It is also the 00:01:37 - 00:02:32 birthplace of the protagonist from various versions of the Pokémon games, including Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, and subsequent titles such as Pokémon Dark. Yet for Jean Fong, this was an entirely novel adventure. As a native of Earth and a fervent admirer of the Pokemon series, having immersed himself in its anime, games, and comics, just days prior, he had been diligently striving to complete Pokemon Emerald. Little did he know that upon finally conquering the game, he would unexpectedly find himself 00:02:04 - 00:03:06 transported to the Pokémon world as an orphan in Oldale Town. Well, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Gazing into the mirror, he saw his 18-year-old self still in the prime of youth, which filled him with joy. Before his transmigration, he had already been a 30-something adult, burdened by the woes of adulthood and the frailties of life. Now, thanks to this extraordinary turn of events, he was restored to the vigor of 18, brimming with vitality and energy, an opportunity too precious to squander. 00:02:35 - 00:03:32 Moreover, he had entered the realm of his beloved Pokémon. With optimal health and a renewed lifespan, Jeanfong found himself utterly content. However, now that he had crossed over, Jeanfong was eager to encounter the Pokemon he cherished to embark on a journey as a Pokemon trainer to challenge gyms and to ascend to the title of the strongest trainer just like Ash. Yet, there was one pressing issue. Jeang phone lacked a starter Pokémon. Though, Professor Burch also resided in Old Town tasked with 00:03:04 - 00:04:00 distributing the initial trio of Hoen starters, Trio, Torchic, and Mudkip. Jeangfong being an orphan without financial means had not embarked on a journey by the age of 18. He had remained in the town helping its residents in exchange for necessities or a bit of pocket change for survival. Had it not been for the kindness of Oldale's inhabitants who had looked after him, he would not have survived to this age. Furthermore, the other trainers had already claimed their initial Pokémon. And even if Jeang Fong yearned to 00:03:32 - 00:04:30 travel, it was likely that Professor Burge had no more starters left to offer. Ah, what a predicament. Jeang Fong sighed, casting a glance at his modest dwelling. This situation could only be described as destitute. Without a starter Pokémon and devoid of funds, he found himself unable to leave Oldale Town for other loc. The reason was simple. Without a Pokémon companion, encountering wild Pokémon in the wilderness would spell disaster for a mere human. That a moment's carelessness could lead to his demise at the hands of 00:04:01 - 00:04:56 a wild creature. Did he truly believe that he could best wild Pokémon solely with his physical prowess? as if he were the strongest rookie from Pallet Town. In such circumstances, Jeanfong feared he might not survive the attempt to leave Oldale Town. Thus, how could he even entertain the notion of becoming the world's strongest trainer? Alas, it seemed his travel plans were destined to be cut short. Just as these thoughts plague him, a melodious voice suddenly resonated in his mind, detecting 00:04:28 - 00:05:25 transmigrator Jeang foam binding system. Ding! Congratulations, host. You have acquired the divine selection system. It has been noted that you are concerned about your initial Pokémon and travel funds, hence a beginner's gift pack is hereby issued. Would you like to open the beginner's gift pack immediately? Upon hearing the voice, Jeang Phone was momentarily takenback, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy, his face lighting up with excitement, a system, a trans migrator. This seemed to be the 00:04:56 - 00:05:56 hallmark of a protagonist. Truly, one receives what one lacks. And thus, Jeang phone promptly addressed the system. Divine selection system. Please open the beginner's gift pack at once. Ding. Host has opened the beginner's gift pack. The divine selection system is now officially bound to you. Jeang foam. Unique and unchangeable. Ding. The beginner's gift pack contains the following three options. Option one. Select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon rayquaza and receive 1 million 00:05:26 - 00:06:30 poke dollars for travel expenses one master ball and five luxury balls. Option two, choose the blue orb to gain the ocean god Kyogre along with 800,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five ultra balls. Option three, opt for the red orb to obtain the earth god grouden with 700,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five regular poke balls. At this moment, as Jeang Fong beheld the gleaming options before him, he stood frozen in astonishment. Whose benevolence granted such legendary Pokémon as starters? 00:05:59 - 00:06:54 Typically, trainers in the Hoen region would receive their initial Pokemon from Professor Burch, which would be Trio, Torchic, or Mudkip, each evolving into formidable and popular final forms. To acquire such illustrious starters would ordinarily require one to be a direct member of the Pokémon League or a trainer favored by the professors. Of course, if one hailed from a prestigious family, there would be no need for concern over initial Pokémon, perhaps even acquiring something superior to the 00:06:26 - 00:07:26 typical starters. Take for instance the former Hoen champion Zineodigo whose initial Pokémon was a dazzling semi-define shiny Beldum. Yet for someone like Jeang Fong, an orphan, the norm would be to lead a life akin to that of a bug catching boy leading a mundane existence as a backdrop to the true champions. Originally, Jean Fong had intended to capture a caterer pie or something similar, leveraging the rapid evolution of bugtype Pokémon as a transitional phase toward becoming a Pokémon master. However, with the 00:06:56 - 00:07:52 arrival of the divine selection system, Jeangfang's fate had undergone a remarkable transformation. At the very least, he would no longer need to gamble his life to acquire his first ordinary Pokémon. From this point forward, as a possessor of legendary Pokémon, Jeanfong would undoubtedly rise to join the ranks of the elite, even if he currently possessed only a single legendary creature. After exhaling a deep breath to dispel his anxiety, Jeang began to contemplate the implications. The Hoen 00:07:24 - 00:08:27 deities held immense fame among Pokemon enthusiasts. Grouden, also known as the god of the earth, is often referred to as the one who cannot fly. It possesses the formidable ability to ren the land of sunder and recreate continents, embodying the essence of both fire and ground type legendary Pokémon. Kyogre, the antithesis of Grouden, is colloquially known as the flying great whale, the watertype deity. It engages in perpetual life and death battles with Groudon, reigning as the god of the ocean. Rayquaza, a legendary Pokémon of 00:07:56 - 00:08:58 both dragon and flying types, is revered as the god of the sky, wielding immense authority. Each time Grouden and Kyogre clash, it is Rayquaza who descends to quell their strife. In its natural habitat, Rayquaza resides within the ozone layer, and should cosmic entities threaten, it emerges to defend the Earth. Its remarkable prowess allows it to confront both opponents simultaneously, effortlessly restoring peace between the two. In terms of base stats, both Grouden and Kyogre possess slightly lower values than Rayquaza, 00:08:26 - 00:09:24 totaling 670 points, while Rayquaza boasts a total of 680 points. Moreover, we must consider certain portrayals in the anime, particularly that of the shiny Mega Rayquaza, which showcase the extraordinary strength to single-handedly combat six legendary Pokémon. Thus, when Jean Foam encountered this choice, he had already formed a resolution in his heart that of course the level of poke balls and the amount of poke dollars, the exclusive currency of the Pokémon world seemed trivial in the presence of legendary
# THE NULL SOVEREIGN ## CHAPTER 1 — THE SILENT PILLAR ### SEQUENCE 01 — THE AWAKENING PLAZA **PANEL 01 — EXTREME WIDE** The **Awakening Plaza of Asterion** stretches across the page. Thousands upon thousands of people fill the marble square. White-and-gold marble reflects the morning sun. At the eastern edge rises the enormous **Royal Palace**, its towers and golden spires piercing the sky. At the center stands the **Divine Pillar**. Thirty feet of living crystal. Its interior pulses with rivers of System energy. Blue. Gold. White. Blue again. **CAPTION:** *Every sixteen-year-old in the Kingdom of Asterion undergoes the Awakening.* --- **PANEL 02 — WIDE** The crowd is divided. Nobles stand behind velvet ropes guarded by Silver-rank soldiers. Commoners occupy the rest of the plaza. Parents hold their children's shoulders. Guild representatives watch eagerly. Merchants whisper. Priests stand beneath the palace balconies. Everyone is waiting. --- **PANEL 03 — MEDIUM** Kael Veyron stands alone among the crowd. Seventeen. Thin. Plain. His borrowed clothes hang loosely from his shoulders. The sleeves are slightly too short. He pulls one down. It rolls back up. He pulls it again. **CAPTION:** *Kael Veyron had no family waiting for him.* --- **PANEL 04 — CLOSE-UP** Kael's fingers nervously pinch the sleeve. His knuckles are slightly pale. **CAPTION:** *No father.* *No mother.* *No name worth celebrating.* --- **PANEL 05 — CLOSE-UP** Kael looks toward the Divine Pillar. His expression is uneasy. The enormous crystal reflects in his eyes. **CAPTION:** *The Pillar would decide the rest of his life.* --- ### SEQUENCE 02 — PELL **PANEL 06 — MEDIUM** A stocky red-haired boy stands beside Kael. Pell Harten. His best clothes are visibly just clean work clothes. His belt buckle is rattling from how badly he's shaking. **PELL:** "Stop fidgeting." --- **PANEL 07 — TWO-SHOT** Kael looks sideways at him. **KAEL:** "I'm not fidgeting." **PELL:** "You're pulling your sleeves." --- **PANEL 08 — CLOSE-UP** Kael looks down at his hand. He releases the sleeve. Then notices Pell trembling. **KAEL:** "You're shaking." --- **PANEL 09 — CLOSE-UP — PELL** Pell's face is completely serious. **PELL:** "That's different." Beat. **PELL:** "That's medical." --- **PANEL 10 — SMALL** Kael almost smiles. For the first time, the oppressive atmosphere around him breaks. --- **PANEL 11 — TWO-SHOT** **PELL:** "What do you think you'll get?" **KAEL:** "Iron." Beat. **KAEL:** "Maybe Bronze if I'm lucky." --- **PANEL 12 — CLOSE-UP — PELL** Pell looks horrified. **PELL:** "I just don't want Farmer." --- **PANEL 13** Kael looks at him completely deadpan. **KAEL:** "You could pull turnips very well." --- **PANEL 14 — PELL** **PELL:** "Shut up." --- ### SEQUENCE 03 — THE NOBLES **PANEL 15 — WIDE** The noble section. Velvet rope. Two Silver-rank guards. Silk. Jewelry. Perfect posture. The children stand like they've rehearsed this moment their entire lives. --- **PANEL 16 — CLOSE-UP** A noble boy's polished boots. Another's jeweled bracelet. A third's expensive System-enhancement necklace. --- **PANEL 17 — MEDIUM** Kael watches them from the commoner section. **CAPTION:** *They had been preparing for this day since birth.* --- **PANEL 18 — MEDIUM** Elara Wenthis. Tall. Blonde. Immaculate. She stands at the front of the noble section. Her posture is perfect. Her expression calm. --- **PANEL 19 — CLOSE-UP — ELARA** Her eyes remain fixed on the Pillar. Completely confident. --- **PANEL 20 — KAEL** Kael looks at her. No envy. No hatred. Just distance. **CAPTION:** *They lived in different worlds.* **CAPTION:** *The Pillar was about to make that difference official.* --- ### SEQUENCE 04 — THE PRIESTESS **PANEL 21 — FULL-WIDTH** A bell rings. **SFX:** **KOOOOONG** The entire plaza falls silent. --- **PANEL 22 — UPWARD ANGLE** The balcony of the Royal Palace. High Priestess Seraphina steps forward. White hair cascades over her shoulders. She appears no older than thirty-five. Her eyes are milky white. Blind. Perhaps. --- **PANEL 23 — CLOSE-UP** Seraphina's pale eyes. Despite being blind, they seem to look directly through the entire crowd. --- **PANEL 24 — WIDE** Her Saint-rank aura spreads across the plaza. No visible attack. No violence. Just overwhelming presence. The crowd instinctively straightens. --- **CAPTION:** *The Church was present.* *The System was watching.* --- **PANEL 25 — CLOSE-UP** Seraphina raises one hand. --- **PANEL 26 — SPLASH PANEL** The Divine Pillar suddenly erupts with light. **SFX:** **WHOOOOOM** System energy races through its crystal interior. --- ### SEQUENCE 05 — THE SYSTEM **PANEL 27 — FULL-PAGE SYSTEM OVERLAY** A translucent System notification appears before everyone. **SYSTEM NOTICE** > **DIVINE SYSTEM NOTICE** > > **THE AWAKENING CEREMONY** > > **YEAR 4247** > > *All eligible candidates shall approach the Divine Pillar in designated order.* > > *The System will assign Rank, Class, and Purpose.* --- **PANEL 28 — WIDE** The notification disappears. The crowd begins to move. --- **PANEL 29 — MEDIUM** A noble boy approaches. Confident. --- **PANEL 30 — CLOSE-UP** His hand touches the Pillar. **SFX:** **WHUM** Golden light surrounds him. --- **PANEL 31 — SYSTEM PANEL** > **CANDIDATE: ALDIS MERROW** > > **RANK: SILVER** > > **CLASS: KNIGHT** > > **AUTHORITY: STANDARD** --- **PANEL 32 — CROWD** Polite applause. His family smiles. --- ### SEQUENCE 06 — THE AWAKENINGS **MONTAGE** **PANEL 33** > **IRON — FARMER** A boy looks disappointed. --- **PANEL 34** > **BRONZE — MERCHANT** A girl bursts into tears. Her family embraces her. --- **PANEL 35** > **IRON — LABORER** Silence. --- **PANEL 36** A Silver awakening. The crowd cheers. --- **PANEL 37 — KAEL** Kael watches. The morning sun has climbed higher. Sweat gathers beneath his borrowed clothes. His hand returns to his sleeve. --- **CAPTION:** *Iron.* *Bronze.* *Silver.* *Everyone received something.* --- ### SEQUENCE 07 — PELL HARTEN **PANEL 38 — SYSTEM** > **PELL HARTEN** --- **PANEL 39 — CLOSE-UP — PELL** His face goes white. **PELL:** "...No." --- **PANEL 40** He walks toward the Pillar. His legs visibly shake. --- **PANEL 41 — CLOSE-UP** Pell places his hand against the crystal. --- **PANEL 42** A faint iron-grey glow. --- **PANEL 43 — SYSTEM** > **CANDIDATE: PELL HARTEN** > > **RANK: IRON** > > **CLASS: MERCHANT** > > **AUTHORITY: STANDARD** --- **PANEL 44 — CLOSE-UP** Pell stares. Then his eyes fill with tears. --- **PANEL 45** His father screams from the crowd. **PELL'S FATHER:** "MERCHANT!" --- **PANEL 46** Pell laughs through his tears. He turns toward Kael. Raises both thumbs. --- **PANEL 47 — KAEL** Kael smiles. A tiny nod. --- ### SEQUENCE 08 — ELARA **PANEL 48 — WIDE** The System calls the next name. **SYSTEM:** > **ELARA WENTHIS** --- **PANEL 49 — FULL-BODY** Elara walks toward the Pillar. Her movements are controlled. Elegant. Almost ceremonial. --- **PANEL 50 — CLOSE-UP** Her hand touches the crystal. --- **PANEL 51 — SPLASH** The Pillar erupts in brilliant silver-blue light. **SFX:** **VRAAAAAAM** --- **PANEL 52 — SYSTEM** > **CANDIDATE: ELARA WENTHIS** > > **RANK: SILVER** > > **CLASS: BATTLE MAGE** > > **AUTHORITY: STANDARD** --- **PANEL 53 — NOBLE SECTION** Her family nods. Satisfied. Not surprised. --- **PANEL 54 — KAEL** Kael watches. His expression changes. A cold realization settles over him. **CAPTION:** *The Pillar had decided Elara's path before she was born.* --- **PANEL 55** Kael looks toward Pell. Then toward the nobles. **CAPTION:** *The System was supposed to be fair.* --- **PANEL 56 — CLOSE-UP** Kael's eyes. **CAPTION:** *Everyone said it was.* --- ### SEQUENCE 09 — KAEL VEYRON **PANEL 57 — FULL-WIDTH** The plaza has grown hotter. The crowd has thinned slightly. The list is almost finished. --- **PANEL 58 — SYSTEM** > **KAEL VEYRON** --- **PANEL 59 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's pupil contracts. --- **PANEL 60** His breathing becomes visible. **SFX:** **THUMP** --- **PANEL 61** His fingers curl. **SFX:** **THUMP** --- **PANEL 62** He steps forward. --- **PANEL 63 — LONG SHOT** Kael walks alone toward the marble stairs. The enormous Pillar waits above him. The crowd surrounds him. But visually, Kael appears completely isolated. --- **CAPTION:** *One step.* --- **PANEL 64** His foot touches the first marble stair. **CAPTION:** *Two.* --- **PANEL 65** His hand trembles. He forces it still. --- **PANEL 66 — EXTREME WIDE** Kael reaches the top. The Divine Pillar towers above him. --- ### SEQUENCE 10 — THE TOUCH **PANEL 67 — POV** Kael looks at the crystal. System energy moves inside it like blood through veins. --- **PANEL 68 — CLOSE-UP** His fingertips approach the surface. One centimeter. --- **PANEL 69** Touch. --- **PANEL 70 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's eyes widen. The System enters him. **SFX:** **MMMMMMMM** --- **PANEL 71 — ABSTRACT** System energy races through his body. His veins appear illuminated. A lattice of information surrounds his consciousness. **CAPTION:** *Sorting.* *Measuring.* *Evaluating.* --- **PANEL 72 — BLACK TRANSITION** The hum stops. --- **PANEL 73 — FULL-WIDTH** The Divine Pillar goes completely black. Not dark blue. Not dim. **BLACK.** The sunlight around it appears swallowed. --- **PANEL 74 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's hand remains against the black crystal. His eyes reflect nothing. --- **PANEL 75 — WIDE** The entire plaza freezes. No one moves. --- **PANEL 76** A child in the crowd stares. His mother instinctively pulls him closer. --- **PANEL 77** A priest slowly rises. --- **PANEL 78** Seraphina's expression changes for the first time. Her eyes widen. --- **PANEL 79 — KAEL** Nothing. No System warmth. No hum. No response. --- **PANEL 80 — SILENT PANEL** Five seconds. --- **PANEL 81** Ten. --- ### SEQUENCE 11 — NULL **PANEL 82 — FULL-PAGE SYSTEM** A System notification appears. But unlike the previous notifications— **there is no color.** No gold. No silver. No blue. Only black text inside a stark white frame. > **CANDIDATE: KAEL** > > **FAMILY: VEYRON** > > **AGE: 17** > > **RANK: NULL** > > **CLASS: NULL** > > **AUTHORITY: RESTRICTED** > > **STATUS: SEALED** --- **PANEL 83 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's face. He reads it. Again. And again. --- **PANEL 84 — SINGLE WORD** > **NULL** --- **PANEL 85 — SILENCE** No dialogue. --- **PANEL 86 — CROWD** A parent takes a step backward. --- **PANEL 87** Another pulls their child behind them. --- **PANEL 88** Nobles whisper behind gloved hands. --- **PANEL 89** Priests lean toward each other. Their faces are no longer calm. They are afraid. --- **PANEL 90 — CLOSE-UP** Someone in the crowd screams: **VOICE:** "DEFECTIVE!" --- **PANEL 91 — CHAOS** The word spreads. **VOICES:** "Defective!" "Anomaly!" "Broken!" "NULL!" --- **PANEL 92 — KAEL** Kael stands completely motionless. The noise becomes visually distorted around him. --- **CAPTION:** *Not Iron.* *Not Bronze.* *Not Silver.* *Nothing.* --- ### SEQUENCE 12 — THE MESSAGE **PANEL 93 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's hand against the black Pillar. Something appears beneath his palm. Ancient symbols. --- **PANEL 94 — POV** Ancient writing burns across the black crystal. No System interface. No notification. Something older. --- **PANEL 95 — CLOSE-UP — KAEL** His expression changes. Confusion. Recognition. --- **PANEL 96 — BLACK BACKGROUND** The ancient words appear. > **RETURN TO THE FORGE, FIRST SOVEREIGN.** --- **PANEL 97** Kael stares. --- **PANEL 98** The inscription disappears. --- **PANEL 99 — KAEL** **KAEL:** "...What?" --- ### SEQUENCE 13 — CAPTURE **PANEL 100** Two priests seize Kael by the arms. --- **PANEL 101 — CLOSE-UP** Their faces. Not disgust. Not anger. Fear disguised as professional composure. --- **PRIEST:** "Come with us." --- **PANEL 102** Kael looks toward the crowd. --- **PANEL 103 — PELL** Pell stands frozen. His Merchant classification forgotten. His face has gone pale. --- **PANEL 104 — KAEL** Kael looks at him. --- **PANEL 105 — PELL** Pell looks back. Neither says anything. --- **PANEL 106 — WIDE** The priests drag Kael down the marble stairs. The black Pillar remains behind him. Still dead. Still black. --- ### SEQUENCE 14 — BENEATH THE PALACE **PANEL 107 — VERTICAL** Stone stairs descend. Kael is led deeper beneath the Royal Palace. The bright plaza disappears above. --- **PANEL 108** White marble becomes grey stone. --- **PANEL 109** Grey stone becomes ancient masonry. --- **PANEL 110** The light disappears. --- **PANEL 111 — WIDE** A small stone room. One bench. One candle. One iron door. No windows. --- **PANEL 112** Kael is pushed inside. --- **PANEL 113** The iron door closes. **SFX:** **CLANG** --- **PANEL 114 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** The lock turns. **SFX:** **CLICK** --- **PANEL 115 — LARGE SILENT PANEL** Kael sits alone on the bench. Head lowered. The candle flickers. --- ### SEQUENCE 15 — NOBODY **PANEL 116** Kael closes his eyes. --- **PANEL 117** He attempts to summon his System interface. Nothing. --- **PANEL 118** Again. Nothing. --- **PANEL 119 — ABSTRACT** Where there should be a System interface— there is only black. --- **CAPTION:** *No rank.* *No class.* *No stats.* *No skills.* *No credits.* *No connection.* --- **PANEL 120 — KAEL** His eyes open. --- **CAPTION:** *He was invisible to the System.* --- **PANEL 121 — LARGE PANEL** Kael sits alone in the candlelit room. **CAPTION:** *He was Nobody.* --- ### SEQUENCE 16 — THE GLOBAL NOTICE **PANEL 122** The door opens. A young priest enters. He is visibly trembling. --- **PANEL 123** The priest holds a glowing System tablet. --- **PRIEST:** "The System has issued a notice." --- **PANEL 124** Kael looks up. --- **PRIEST:** "A global notice." --- **PANEL 125** The priest turns the tablet around. --- **PANEL 126 — FULL-PAGE SYSTEM PANEL** > ⚠ **SYSTEM ALERT** ⚠ > > **ILLEGAL EXISTENCE DETECTED** > > **SUBJECT:** KAEL VEYRON > > **CLASSIFICATION:** NULL > > **STATUS:** ANOMALY > > **EXECUTION AUTHORIZED** > > **ALL CITIZENS ARE ORDERED TO REPORT SIGHTINGS** > > **REWARD FOR CAPTURE:** > > **500,000 SYSTEM CREDITS** > > **+ RANK PROMOTION** --- **PANEL 127 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's eye. The reflection of the words **EXECUTION AUTHORIZED** burns across his pupil. --- **PANEL 128** The priest backs toward the door. --- **PRIEST:** "I'm sorry." --- **PANEL 129** His hand grips the door. **PRIEST:** "I'm so sorry." --- **PANEL 130** He looks at Kael. Terror. **PRIEST:** "They are coming." --- **PANEL 131** The door closes. --- **PANEL 132 — BLACK** Silence. --- **PANEL 133 — FINAL PANEL** Above Kael, muffled through layers of stone— **SFX:** **BOOM** Then— **SCREAMING.** Then— **CLANG.** Then another explosion. Kael slowly raises his head. --- **CAPTION:** *They were already here.* # END OF CHAPTER 1
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
00:00:00 - 00:01:02 Jeang Fong found himself transported to the enchanting realm of Pokemon where he was bestowed with the divine selection system. To his astonishment, the initial trio of Pokémon presented to him comprised the legendary Hoen deities Rayquaza, Grouden, and Kyogre. Please, host, make your choice of your initial Pokémon. Option one, select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon, Rayquaza. Option two, opt for the blue orb to gain the ocean god, Kyogre. Option three, choose the red orb to obtain the earth 00:00:32 - 00:01:37 god Grouden. Faced with this momentous decision, Jeanfong resolutely opted for the sky god, Rayquaza. Thus began the prologue to an exhilarating adventure, one that would see him ascend to the pinnacle of prowess as he gazed upon the myriad legendary Pokémon in his possession and mused how lonely it is to be invincible. This Rayquaza was obtained after clinching the Hoen League Championship whose rookie trainer uses Rayquaza to challenge gyms. Question Chinley. The media incessantly claims that the strongest trainer in Hoen is 00:01:04 - 00:02:10 Jeang Fong. He ought to take this championship, remarked Makoli that I only love digging for stones. If you seek a battle, Jeang Fong is your man, for I can never defeat him, declared Daigo. Jean Fong, let's have another battle. This time, I will not lose. Challenge Dash Jeang Fong. The matter of you bullying me previously has yet to be settled, warned Cynthia. Chapter one. My starter Pokemon are the Hoen deities in the Pokemon world. Hoen League, Old Town, a town that can be described as untouched by any hue. It is also the 00:01:37 - 00:02:32 birthplace of the protagonist from various versions of the Pokémon games, including Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, and subsequent titles such as Pokémon Dark. Yet for Jean Fong, this was an entirely novel adventure. As a native of Earth and a fervent admirer of the Pokemon series, having immersed himself in its anime, games, and comics, just days prior, he had been diligently striving to complete Pokemon Emerald. Little did he know that upon finally conquering the game, he would unexpectedly find himself 00:02:04 - 00:03:06 transported to the Pokémon world as an orphan in Oldale Town. Well, since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. Gazing into the mirror, he saw his 18-year-old self still in the prime of youth, which filled him with joy. Before his transmigration, he had already been a 30-something adult, burdened by the woes of adulthood and the frailties of life. Now, thanks to this extraordinary turn of events, he was restored to the vigor of 18, brimming with vitality and energy, an opportunity too precious to squander. 00:02:35 - 00:03:32 Moreover, he had entered the realm of his beloved Pokémon. With optimal health and a renewed lifespan, Jeanfong found himself utterly content. However, now that he had crossed over, Jeanfong was eager to encounter the Pokemon he cherished to embark on a journey as a Pokemon trainer to challenge gyms and to ascend to the title of the strongest trainer just like Ash. Yet, there was one pressing issue. Jeang phone lacked a starter Pokémon. Though, Professor Burch also resided in Old Town tasked with 00:03:04 - 00:04:00 distributing the initial trio of Hoen starters, Trio, Torchic, and Mudkip. Jeangfong being an orphan without financial means had not embarked on a journey by the age of 18. He had remained in the town helping its residents in exchange for necessities or a bit of pocket change for survival. Had it not been for the kindness of Oldale's inhabitants who had looked after him, he would not have survived to this age. Furthermore, the other trainers had already claimed their initial Pokémon. And even if Jeang Fong yearned to 00:03:32 - 00:04:30 travel, it was likely that Professor Burge had no more starters left to offer. Ah, what a predicament. Jeang Fong sighed, casting a glance at his modest dwelling. This situation could only be described as destitute. Without a starter Pokémon and devoid of funds, he found himself unable to leave Oldale Town for other loc. The reason was simple. Without a Pokémon companion, encountering wild Pokémon in the wilderness would spell disaster for a mere human. That a moment's carelessness could lead to his demise at the hands of 00:04:01 - 00:04:56 a wild creature. Did he truly believe that he could best wild Pokémon solely with his physical prowess? as if he were the strongest rookie from Pallet Town. In such circumstances, Jeanfong feared he might not survive the attempt to leave Oldale Town. Thus, how could he even entertain the notion of becoming the world's strongest trainer? Alas, it seemed his travel plans were destined to be cut short. Just as these thoughts plague him, a melodious voice suddenly resonated in his mind, detecting 00:04:28 - 00:05:25 transmigrator Jeang foam binding system. Ding! Congratulations, host. You have acquired the divine selection system. It has been noted that you are concerned about your initial Pokémon and travel funds, hence a beginner's gift pack is hereby issued. Would you like to open the beginner's gift pack immediately? Upon hearing the voice, Jeang Phone was momentarily takenback, followed by an overwhelming surge of joy, his face lighting up with excitement, a system, a trans migrator. This seemed to be the 00:04:56 - 00:05:56 hallmark of a protagonist. Truly, one receives what one lacks. And thus, Jeang phone promptly addressed the system. Divine selection system. Please open the beginner's gift pack at once. Ding. Host has opened the beginner's gift pack. The divine selection system is now officially bound to you. Jeang foam. Unique and unchangeable. Ding. The beginner's gift pack contains the following three options. Option one. Select the green orb to acquire the sky dragon rayquaza and receive 1 million 00:05:26 - 00:06:30 poke dollars for travel expenses one master ball and five luxury balls. Option two, choose the blue orb to gain the ocean god Kyogre along with 800,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five ultra balls. Option three, opt for the red orb to obtain the earth god grouden with 700,000 poke dollars for travel, one master ball, and five regular poke balls. At this moment, as Jeang Fong beheld the gleaming options before him, he stood frozen in astonishment. Whose benevolence granted such legendary Pokémon as starters? 00:05:59 - 00:06:54 Typically, trainers in the Hoen region would receive their initial Pokemon from Professor Burch, which would be Trio, Torchic, or Mudkip, each evolving into formidable and popular final forms. To acquire such illustrious starters would ordinarily require one to be a direct member of the Pokémon League or a trainer favored by the professors. Of course, if one hailed from a prestigious family, there would be no need for concern over initial Pokémon, perhaps even acquiring something superior to the 00:06:26 - 00:07:26 typical starters. Take for instance the former Hoen champion Zineodigo whose initial Pokémon was a dazzling semi-define shiny Beldum. Yet for someone like Jeang Fong, an orphan, the norm would be to lead a life akin to that of a bug catching boy leading a mundane existence as a backdrop to the true champions. Originally, Jean Fong had intended to capture a caterer pie or something similar, leveraging the rapid evolution of bugtype Pokémon as a transitional phase toward becoming a Pokémon master. However, with the 00:06:56 - 00:07:52 arrival of the divine selection system, Jeangfang's fate had undergone a remarkable transformation. At the very least, he would no longer need to gamble his life to acquire his first ordinary Pokémon. From this point forward, as a possessor of legendary Pokémon, Jeanfong would undoubtedly rise to join the ranks of the elite, even if he currently possessed only a single legendary creature. After exhaling a deep breath to dispel his anxiety, Jeang began to contemplate the implications. The Hoen 00:07:24 - 00:08:27 deities held immense fame among Pokemon enthusiasts. Grouden, also known as the god of the earth, is often referred to as the one who cannot fly. It possesses the formidable ability to ren the land of sunder and recreate continents, embodying the essence of both fire and ground type legendary Pokémon. Kyogre, the antithesis of Grouden, is colloquially known as the flying great whale, the watertype deity. It engages in perpetual life and death battles with Groudon, reigning as the god of the ocean. Rayquaza, a legendary Pokémon of 00:07:56 - 00:08:58 both dragon and flying types, is revered as the god of the sky, wielding immense authority. Each time Grouden and Kyogre clash, it is Rayquaza who descends to quell their strife. In its natural habitat, Rayquaza resides within the ozone layer, and should cosmic entities threaten, it emerges to defend the Earth. Its remarkable prowess allows it to confront both opponents simultaneously, effortlessly restoring peace between the two. In terms of base stats, both Grouden and Kyogre possess slightly lower values than Rayquaza, 00:08:26 - 00:09:24 totaling 670 points, while Rayquaza boasts a total of 680 points. Moreover, we must consider certain portrayals in the anime, particularly that of the shiny Mega Rayquaza, which showcase the extraordinary strength to single-handedly combat six legendary Pokémon. Thus, when Jean Foam encountered this choice, he had already formed a resolution in his heart that of course the level of poke balls and the amount of poke dollars, the exclusive currency of the Pokémon world seemed trivial in the presence of legendary 00:08:55 - 00:09:55 beings. Regardless, these funds would suffice for Jeang Fong to lead a comfortable life for quite some time. Well then, system I choose. Chapter 2. Choosing Rayquaza, the system space system, I choose the green orb. Rayquaza selection confirmed. Once Jean Foong had made up his mind, his choice was unequivocally established. That choice was none other than the sky god Rayquaza. With the formidable power of the sky god as Jeangfangs initial Pokémon, his journey as a trainer would undoubtedly transform into an invincible 00:09:25 - 00:10:23 path. This was truly a legendary creature, one that even champions and elite trainers would find insurmountable. Moreover, in terms of resources and pokeballs, this choice surpassed that of Grouden and Kyogre, as 1 million Pokémon coins would suffice for Jeang Foam to procure ample training supplies. In this world of Pokémon, an affiliated trainer of the Alliance is one who can obtain initial Pokémon from various professors and acquire a Pokédex. During their travels, they are entitled to complimentary food, lodging, 00:09:55 - 00:10:50 and the medical treatment of their Pokémon at Pokémon centers across the regions. However, without a Pokedex or a starter Pokemon from the regional trio, one falls into the category of non-affiliated or wild trainers who must bear their own expenses. Lodging meals and medical care at a Pokémon center would typically cost around 1,000 Pokémon coins per night, while a standard Pokeball is priced at 200 coins. Though these prices are not exorbitant, the daily expenses of staying at a Pokémon center for healing 00:10:22 - 00:11:19 after battles can accumulate significantly. Thus, it becomes evident how challenging it is for an ordinary individual to alter their destiny. Only those hailing from affluent families can afford to wholeheartedly embark on the path of a trainer for their descendants. Upon Jangfangs selection of Rayquaza, he once again heard the systems notification chime. Ding. Congratulations, host. You have chosen the green orb, obtained the legendary Pokémon Rayquaza, and received a reward of 1 million Pokémon coins as travel 00:10:50 - 00:11:51 funds, one master ball, and five luxury balls. Ding. The system space has been activated. The host can store all items, resources, including Pokémon, within the system space. This system space can simulate the most suitable living environment for the host's Pokémon, allowing for superior growth and even enabling simulated battles within the system space. Rayquaza is already within the system space. The host can access it at any time. Ding. The host's current attribute panel is as follows. Host 00:11:20 - 00:12:20 Jeanfong age 18. Funds 1 million Pokemon coins. Pokemon Rayquaza attributes can be viewed. Items five luxury balls attached system space. Upon hearing these announcements from the system, Jangfong could not help but feel overwhelming joy. The divine selection system actually came with a system space, which meant that all the legendary Pokémon he would capture in the future could remain by his side, and summoning them would merely be a thought away. Even Rayquaza would not need to remain confined within a Pokeball. With 00:11:51 - 00:12:52 Rayquaza's protection, Jeang Fong would be virtually invincible in this Pokemon world, ensuring the safety of his life and possessions. He would face any nefarious organizations, be it Team Rocket, Team Aqua, or Team Magma, without a trace of fear. A single luxury ball in the Pokémon League store cost a staggering 20,000 Pokémon coins, 100 times the price of a standard Pokeball. Now, having received five for free, he could indeed begin to assemble his first team. Although luxury balls are expensive, their advantages are immense. 00:12:21 - 00:13:15 They significantly enhance the bond between trainer and Pokémon and provide a considerably better living condition for Pokémon within their confines. However, with the existence of the system space, it seems that their only advantage remains the increase in intimacy. After all, how could a Pokeball space compare to the entirety of the system space? Perhaps Ash's Pacu's reluctance to return to its Pokeball stems from the mundane environment of a standard Pokeball. At this moment, holding the master ball 00:12:48 - 00:14:01 designated for Rayquaza, Jean Fong opened Rayquaza's attribute panel. Ding. Rayquaza's current attributes are as follows. Pokemon Rayquaza, divine role, sky god. Level 100. Ability: Airlock. Type: Dragon flying. Qualification. Color. Qualifications range from white, green, blue, purple, gold, red to color in ascending order. Bond evolution unlocked. Mega evolution. Mega Rayquaza skills. Dragon Ascent, Dragon Pulse, Dragon Breath, Outrage, Intimacy, 255. Experience: Guardian of the World's 00:13:24 - 00:14:23 Skies, now devoted solely to protecting its trainer under the guidance of mysterious powers. Hobby enjoys battle. At this moment, gazing at Rayquaza's extraordinarily lavish attributes, Jeang found himself entranced. Upon seeing Rayquaza's divine role, his heart swelled with joy. It is well known that in the Pokemon world, the disparity in strength between divine beasts with roles and those without is vast. For instance, take Articunino, a secondary divine Pokémon. Possessing a divine role 00:13:54 - 00:14:49 allows it to contend with even Lugia at certain moments. The three divine birds with divine roles can easily overpower Lugia, whereas the weaker Articuno could be defeated by Ash's Charizard. This is the reality of that gap. A divine Pokemon with a divine role will only face defeat against another divine Pokemon of superior strength. However, more often than not, the outcome is a stalemate, akin to the rivalry between Kyogre and Grouden. Jeangfangs Rayquaza had already reached the pinnacle level 00:14:21 - 00:15:24 of 100, requiring no further training as it was already a fully realized entity. The qualification was also of the highest caliber being color. In this world, Pokemon qualifications are categorized into seven tiers: white, green, blue, purple, gold, red, and color. As the sky god, Rayquaza exists at the zenith of qualification, and the potential of divine Pokémon is undoubtedly formidable. Continuing to scrutinize further, the intimacy was a perfect 255, ensuring that Rayquaza would heed its trainer's commands 00:14:53 - 00:15:53 without hesitation. Furthermore, Rayquaza possessed the capability for mega evolution, transforming into the formidable mega Rayquaza. However, the bond evolution remained in an unlocked state, which puzzled Jong Fo. Wasn't this form of evolution exclusive to Ash and his Greninja? Could it be that Rayquaza also has its own bond evolution form? With a sense of confusion and curiosity, Jeang inquired of the system system. What does it mean that bond evolution is unlocked? Following Jeangfangs inquiry, the system 00:15:22 - 00:16:20 responded, returning to the host. Any Pokemon belonging to the host can achieve bond evolution through maximum intimacy, provided there is a mutual understanding between trainer and Pokémon, facilitated by the system to become stronger. However, as the intimacy between the host and Rayquaza has not yet reached its maximum, once the host and Rayquaza achieve mutual understanding, it will naturally be unlocked. Additionally, all Pokémon possess a state of Mega Evolution, but current human research on Pokémon is not 00:15:51 - 00:16:49 exhaustive, resulting in only a few discovered Mega Evolution forms. As long as the host acquires their Mega Evolution stones, they too can undergo mega evolution. Upon hearing the systems clarification, Jeang Fong understood, "All Pokémon possess a mega evolution state, but bond evolution can only be attained through the power of the system. As for which evolutionary method is superior, that is a matter of personal perspective. This indicates that regardless of what Pokemon Jongfong captures in the future, he will have the 00:16:20 - 00:17:15 potential to unlock their powers as long as one acquires their mega evolution stone or achieves maximum friendship, the two evolution methods, mega evolution and bond evolution, can be unlocked. Regarding his fondness for battle, Jean Foong expressed that in the future, during worthy confrontations, he would certainly summon his Rayquaza to fight. With this understanding, Jehong commanded, "System, I wish to enter the system space." At that moment, Rayquaza resided within Zongfangs system space. 00:16:48 - 00:17:47 Since the system indicated that his bond with Rayquaza was not yet at maximum, it was imperative to cultivate their synergy. Similarly, Jean Fong was eager to witness the true form of Rayquaza. Previously, he had merely been an observer watching anime and playing games. Nothing could compare to the exhilaration of witnessing it firsthand. In the next instant, as the system responded, Jeang Fong felt a flash before his eyes. Subsequently, he found himself within the system space. Upon opening his eyes, he beheld a vast 00:17:17 - 00:18:19 expanse filled with prairies, oceans, lakes, mountains, volcanoes, and forests, an unbounded realm that felt entirely new. However, this new world appeared remarkably desolate. Just as Jeang Fo marveled at the system space, a resounding roar echoed through time and space. Turning towards the source of the sound, he was met with the sight of a massive green and gold three-clawed dragon soaring through the sky. P S. The qualifications range from low to high as follows: white, green, blue, purple,
اسوار martial god asura-1 تلميذ البلاط الخارجي الفصل 1 – تلميذ البلاط الخارجي *بززز* ليلًا. كان القمر المستدير معلقًا عاليًا وملأت النجوم السماء. ومع ذلك, وسط نهر النجوم, وجدت تسعة أنوار ملونة واقفين بينهم وكانوا متلألئين على نحو استثنائي. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. “تظهر علامات غير طبيعية في السماء, مما يعني أن جسد إلهي سوف يظهر” “أوي، ما هذا السلوك؟ هل تعرف من أنا؟” سيدة كانت ترتدي ملابس رائعة كان معها صبي وأشارت وصاحت بصوت عال في شاب صغير. على قمة المدينة الإمبراطورية في المقاطعات التسعة. وقف رجل عجوز مرتديا ملابس ذهبية, يده وراء ظهره وكان ينظر في السماء, ليلًا. “نحن في حاجة إلى اتباع قواعد المدرسة”، قال تشو فنغ مع ابتسامة رائعة. كان وراءه عشرات الآلاف من خبراء المدينة الإمبراطورية, كان جميعهم نصف راكعين كما لو كانوا ينتظرون أن يؤمروا. صدت الاستجابات مثل الرعد في الأفق وتوجه عشرات آلاف الخبراء من المدينة الإمبراطورية تجاه مقاطعة أزور. وأقسموا أن يبحثوا عن الجسد الإلهي وإعطائه إلى البلاط الإمبراطوري لاستخدامه. *بززز* “تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ فجأة, تكثفت الأنوار وكونت برقًا ذو تسعة ألوان. جاءت صاعقةً من فوق نهر النجوم. ابتسم تشو فنغ فقط وتجاهله. ثم قال لتشو يو، “تشو يو، سوف اشارك في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام.” في تلك اللحظة, أصبح الليل الأسود نهارا أبيض. حتى من قبل صعقة البرق, كانت الأرض تصدر صريرًا و ترتجف بشدة. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. لكن هذا البرق ذو الألوان التسعة. لحظة تصادمه مع الأرض, لم يحدث أي ضرر مرعب. بدلا من ذلك, اختفى تمامًا. “عندما أقول أني أعطيها لك، يجب عليك أن تأخذها. أنت أخي الصغير بعد كل شيء.” كانت تشو يو منزعجة قليلا. في نفس الوقت, غطى الليل العالم من جديد. سماء الليل المشرقة أظلمت قليلًا, كما لو تمت إزالة جوهر ما منها, وعادت الأيام إلى ما كانت عليه. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. كانت عينا الرجل العجوز مشرقة بشكل غير طبيعي وجسده متحمس ويرتجف. وأشار نحو الموقع الذي سقط فيه البرق. “ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور، أحضروا كل الأطفال الذين ولدوا الليلة إلى المدينة الإمبراطورية” “يجب عليك أن ترتب لنا مكانًا للإقامة، وإلا سوف أذهب لأجد شيوخك للتفاوض.” كانت السيدة لا تستمع له ولا تهتم. حتى أنها أمسكت ملابس تشو فنغ. “نعم سيدي!” “تشو تشن، نحن عائلة. لماذا أنت دائما بحاجة لجعل الأمور صعبة على تشو فنغ؟” نظرت تشو يو إلى تشو تشن بانزعاج. صدت الاستجابات مثل الرعد في الأفق وتوجه عشرات آلاف الخبراء من المدينة الإمبراطورية تجاه مقاطعة أزور. وأقسموا أن يبحثوا عن الجسد الإلهي وإعطائه إلى البلاط الإمبراطوري لاستخدامه. لكنها لم تتردد على الإطلاق. وسحبت الصبي وغادرت بسرعة، ومن أثار الذعر تعثرت، الذي جعلها تبدو في وضع صعب للغاية. مر الوقت. خمس سنوات مضت في لحظة وعلى الرغم من أن الناس مازالوا يتذكرون المشهد المخيف في تلك السنة، لم يكن أحد يعرف أعمال البلاط الإمبراطوري. عند النظر إلى تشو فنغ وهو يتصرف هكذا، تألم قلب تشو يو، “تشو فنغ، ألن تشارك مجددًا في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام؟ ام انك لا تزال لم تصل بعد إلى المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح؟” ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور في المقاطعات التسعة. بين المدارس التي لا تعد و لا تحصى، كانت مدرسة التنين اللاذوردي واحدة منهم. “تشو يو. هذا ثمين جدا، وأنا لا يمكن أن أخذها.”تشو فنغ أعادها على عجل مرة أخرى إلى تشو يو. اليوم، مجددًا، كان التقديم السنوي من التلاميذ لمدرسة التنين اللازوردي. وكانت هناك محيطات من الناس خارج المدرسة. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. في كل مرة، كان أكثر الناس انشغالًا هم تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. وقد دفعت كل مسؤوليات القبول للمدرسة على رؤوسهم. ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور في المقاطعات التسعة. بين المدارس التي لا تعد و لا تحصى، كانت مدرسة التنين اللاذوردي واحدة منهم. تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. هم الذين ينفذوا المهام الصعبة التي لا يشكر عليها. ليس فقط كان وضعهم هو الأدنى في المدرسة، كانوا حتى محط ازدراء من قبل الغرباء. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. والسبب بسيط جدا. لو كانوا تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي، فهذا يعني أن قدراتهم كانت فظيعة وفي حياتهم كلها، سيكون من الصعب للغاية بالنسبة لهم أن يكون لهم أي إنجازات كبيرة، ولذلك بطبيعة الحال. كان يتم احتقارهم. والسبب بسيط جدا. لو كانوا تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي، فهذا يعني أن قدراتهم كانت فظيعة وفي حياتهم كلها، سيكون من الصعب للغاية بالنسبة لهم أن يكون لهم أي إنجازات كبيرة، ولذلك بطبيعة الحال. كان يتم احتقارهم. “أوي، ما هذا السلوك؟ هل تعرف من أنا؟” سيدة كانت ترتدي ملابس رائعة كان معها صبي وأشارت وصاحت بصوت عال في شاب صغير. ليلًا. كان القمر المستدير معلقًا عاليًا وملأت النجوم السماء. “أنا آسف جدا. إن الوقت متأخر الآن، وسوف تغلق المدرسة قريبا. رجاء عودوا غدا.” كان وجه الشاب الصغير رقيقا، ولكن بين حاجبيه، كان يوجد القليل من الروح البطولية. “تشو فنغ، هل صادفتك مشكلة ما؟” ولكن فقط في ذلك الوقت, سمع صوت عذب. كان يدعى تشو فنغ. وكان واحدًا من عشرات الآلاف من تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي في مدرسة التنين اللازوردي. عشبة روح القديس. كانت مثل الدواء الشافي للتدريب القتالي، وكانت ثمينة للغاية. وكانت فائدتها لا نهاية لها لأولئك الذين دخلوا عالم الروح. على الرغم من أنه كان تلميذا في البلاط الخارجي، كان تشو فنغ مختلفًا عن كل الآخرين. لم يكن يشعر أنّه أدنى من الآخرين، ولم يقلل من نفسه. ولم يشعر بالخوف أو بالفزع عندما كان يعامل الآخرين، وكان هادئا جدا. ومع ذلك، أتمت تشو يو بالفعل امتحان التلميذ الداخلي منذ ثلاث سنوات، وأصبحت تلميذة داخلية. وهي الآن في المستوى الرابع من عالم الروح. “العودة غدا… هل تعتقد أنني حمقاء؟ نحن في الجبال! أين تريدنا أن ننام؟” “تشو فنغ، هل صادفتك مشكلة ما؟” ولكن فقط في ذلك الوقت, سمع صوت عذب. “يجب عليك أن ترتب لنا مكانًا للإقامة، وإلا سوف أذهب لأجد شيوخك للتفاوض.” كانت السيدة لا تستمع له ولا تهتم. حتى أنها أمسكت ملابس تشو فنغ. بعد أن قال ذلك، قام تشو فنغ بإغلاق عينيه، أغلق على عشبة روح القديس بكلتا كفيه وقام بفعل ختم غريب. “تشو فنغ، هل صادفتك مشكلة ما؟” ولكن فقط في ذلك الوقت, سمع صوت عذب. كانت تشو يو منحت واحدة من قبل العائلة, لكنها لم تستخدمها وأعطتها لتشو فنغ. إنها حقًا أثرت في تشو فنغ, لذلك لم يستطع أن يقبلها. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. “لكن تشو فنغ لم يكثف الطاقة الروحية بعد, لذلك عشبة روح القديس هذه أكثر أهمية له.” وضعت تشو يو عشبة روح القديس بقوة في أيدي تشو فنغ. حين شاهدت الشابة، لون وجه السيدة تغير على الفور وظهرت ملامح توحي بالخوف. في نفس الوقت, غطى الليل العالم من جديد. سماء الليل المشرقة أظلمت قليلًا, كما لو تمت إزالة جوهر ما منها, وعادت الأيام إلى ما كانت عليه. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. لكنها لم تتردد على الإطلاق. وسحبت الصبي وغادرت بسرعة، ومن أثار الذعر تعثرت، الذي جعلها تبدو في وضع صعب للغاية. لعنت السيدة سرًا. كانت تظن أنها يمكن أن تستخدم مكانتها لجعل الأمور صعبة على الشاب. حين شاهدت الشابة، لون وجه السيدة تغير على الفور وظهرت ملامح توحي بالخوف. من كان يظن أن الشاب العادي أمامها كان له دعم تلميذ داخلي؟ كان البلاط الداخلي كيان لا يمكن أن يسيء له. “لا شيء لا شيء، كنت أستفسر عن بعض الأشياء منه.” أوضحت السيدة وهي تبتسم. “تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ حدقت الشابة في وجهها وقالت كلمة واحدة فقط، “انصرفي.” اليوم، مجددًا، كان التقديم السنوي من التلاميذ لمدرسة التنين اللازوردي. وكانت هناك محيطات من الناس خارج المدرسة. في تلك اللحظة، جسم السيدة كان لا يسعه إلا أن يرتعش وأصبح وجهها رماديًا. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. لكنها لم تتردد على الإطلاق. وسحبت الصبي وغادرت بسرعة، ومن أثار الذعر تعثرت، الذي جعلها تبدو في وضع صعب للغاية. على الرغم من أنه كان تلميذا في البلاط الخارجي، كان تشو فنغ مختلفًا عن كل الآخرين. لم يكن يشعر أنّه أدنى من الآخرين، ولم يقلل من نفسه. ولم يشعر بالخوف أو بالفزع عندما كان يعامل الآخرين، وكان هادئا جدا. في رؤية ذلك، تشو فنغ هز بلا حول ولا قوة رأسه وقال بأدب إلى الأنثى الشابة القادمة له: “شكرا جزيلا تشو يو.” من ناحية أخرى، ابتسم تشو تشن. كان حقا سعيدة. على الرغم من أنه لم يحصل على عشبة روح القديس الخاصة بتشو يو، كان يعلم أن هذا العام، عشبة روح القديس الخاص بتشو فنغ ستكون بالتأكيد له. “لا حاجة لان تكون مهذبا للغاية هكذا، ألسنا عائلة؟” كانت تشو يو مستاءةً قليلا. “يجب عليك أن ترتب لنا مكانًا للإقامة، وإلا سوف أذهب لأجد شيوخك للتفاوض.” كانت السيدة لا تستمع له ولا تهتم. حتى أنها أمسكت ملابس تشو فنغ. كانت محقة. انهم في الواقع عائلة. جاءوا من عائلة واحدة، عائلة تشو. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” كانت تشو يو بنت عم تشو فنغ، من خط دم شقيق والد تشو فنغ وكانت أكبر من تشو فنغ بسنة واحدة. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” ومع ذلك، أتمت تشو يو بالفعل امتحان التلميذ الداخلي منذ ثلاث سنوات، وأصبحت تلميذة داخلية. وهي الآن في المستوى الرابع من عالم الروح. فتح تشو فنغ الحقيبة وعلى الفور، ,انبعثت طاقة روحية قوية منها. كانت بداخلها عشبة روح القديس كانت مشرقة ومتلألئة وشفافة. “نحن في حاجة إلى اتباع قواعد المدرسة”، قال تشو فنغ مع ابتسامة رائعة. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” عند النظر إلى تشو فنغ وهو يتصرف هكذا، تألم قلب تشو يو، “تشو فنغ، ألن تشارك مجددًا في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام؟ ام انك لا تزال لم تصل بعد إلى المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح؟” كانت عينا الرجل العجوز مشرقة بشكل غير طبيعي وجسده متحمس ويرتجف. وأشار نحو الموقع الذي سقط فيه البرق. “ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور، أحضروا كل الأطفال الذين ولدوا الليلة إلى المدينة الإمبراطورية” لم يقم تشو فنغ بالرد وظلت ابتسامة باهتة معلقة على وجهه. لا أحد يعرف ما الذي كان يفكر فيه. لكن هذا البرق ذو الألوان التسعة. لحظة تصادمه مع الأرض, لم يحدث أي ضرر مرعب. بدلا من ذلك, اختفى تمامًا. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” “العودة غدا… هل تعتقد أنني حمقاء؟ نحن في الجبال! أين تريدنا أن ننام؟” فتح تشو فنغ الحقيبة وعلى الفور، ,انبعثت طاقة روحية قوية منها. كانت بداخلها عشبة روح القديس كانت مشرقة ومتلألئة وشفافة. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. “تشو يو. هذا ثمين جدا، وأنا لا يمكن أن أخذها.”تشو فنغ أعادها على عجل مرة أخرى إلى تشو يو. مم، حسنا.” عند رؤية أن تشو فنغ قبلها، كانت تشو يو بالفعل سعيدة، لذلك أجابت فقط عشوائيا ولم تهتم ما إذا كان تشو فنغ سيعيدها مرة أخرى أم لا. عشبة روح القديس. كانت مثل الدواء الشافي للتدريب القتالي، وكانت ثمينة للغاية. وكانت فائدتها لا نهاية لها لأولئك الذين دخلوا عالم الروح. حدقت الشابة في وجهها وقالت كلمة واحدة فقط، “انصرفي.” لزيادة سرعة التدريب، تقوم أسرة تشو بمنح عشبة روح القديس واحدة لأفراد أسرة تشو كل عام. من كان يظن أن الشاب العادي أمامها كان له دعم تلميذ داخلي؟ كان البلاط الداخلي كيان لا يمكن أن يسيء له. كانت تشو يو منحت واحدة من قبل العائلة, لكنها لم تستخدمها وأعطتها لتشو فنغ. إنها حقًا أثرت في تشو فنغ, لذلك لم يستطع أن يقبلها. “همف، أنت؟ إذا كنت تستطيع اجتياز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي، سأعطيك عشبة روح القديس خاصتي لهذا العام لك. “نظر تشو تشن إلى تشو فنغ بازدراء. “عندما أقول أني أعطيها لك، يجب عليك أن تأخذها. أنت أخي الصغير بعد كل شيء.” كانت تشو يو منزعجة قليلا. “لا شيء لا شيء، كنت أستفسر عن بعض الأشياء منه.” أوضحت السيدة وهي تبتسم. “أوه؟ متى كنتِ سخية هكذا حتى أنك بدأت تعطي عشبة روح القديس إلى الناس؟” “عائلة؟ تشو يو، يجب أن تعرفي أن تشو فنغ هذا ليس جزءا من عائلة تشو.” “انظري، أنا أخوك الصغير كذلك، ومن قبيل الصدفة، سوف أكون قريبًا في المستوى الرابع من عالم الروح. ماذا عن تعطي عشبة روح القديس لي؟” تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ ظهر شاب في نفس سن تشو فنغ وكان يرتدي أيضًا ملابس تلاميذ البلاط الداخلي. في تلك اللحظة, أصبح الليل الأسود نهارا أبيض. حتى من قبل صعقة البرق, كانت الأرض تصدر صريرًا و ترتجف بشدة. “نعم سيدي!” وكان يدعى تشو تشن وكان أيضا من عائلة تشو. قبل خمس سنوات،قام بدخول مدرسة التنين اللازوردي في نفس الوقت مثل تشو فنغ. مع ذلك، أصبح تلميذًا داخليًا منذ سنتين. في عائلة تشو برمتها، من يحبه؟ أنت فقط تعامليه بشكل جيد حتى أنك تعطيه عشبة روح القديس خاصتك له لكي يستخدمها.” تشو تشن لم يفهم حقًا. “تشو تشن، لقد عبرت بالفعل المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح وكثفت الطاقة الروحية بنجاح. حتى لو لم يكن لديك عشبة روح القديس يمكنك الترقي بسرعة.” من ناحية أخرى، ابتسم تشو تشن. كان حقا سعيدة. على الرغم من أنه لم يحصل على عشبة روح القديس الخاصة بتشو يو، كان يعلم أن هذا العام، عشبة روح القديس الخاص بتشو فنغ ستكون بالتأكيد له. “لكن تشو فنغ لم يكثف الطاقة الروحية بعد, لذلك عشبة روح القديس هذه أكثر أهمية له.” وضعت تشو يو عشبة روح القديس بقوة في أيدي تشو فنغ. كانت محقة. انهم في الواقع عائلة. جاءوا من عائلة واحدة، عائلة تشو. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. من قال أني لا أريدها؟ “ولكن بعد ذلك، تشو فنغ ابتسم بخفة وضع عشبة روح القديس في جيبه قبل أن يقول،” تشو يو، سوف أقترض عشبة روح القديس هذه.وسوف أعيدها مرة أخرى اثنتين في وقت لاحق.” “همف، أنت؟ إذا كنت تستطيع اجتياز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي، سأعطيك عشبة روح القديس خاصتي لهذا العام لك. “نظر تشو تشن إلى تشو فنغ بازدراء. “مم، حسنا.” عند رؤية أن تشو فنغ قبلها، كانت تشو يو بالفعل سعيدة، لذلك أجابت فقط عشوائيا ولم تهتم ما إذا كان تشو فنغ سيعيدها مرة أخرى أم لا. صدت الاستجابات مثل الرعد في الأفق وتوجه عشرات آلاف الخبراء من المدينة الإمبراطورية تجاه مقاطعة أزور. وأقسموا أن يبحثوا عن الجسد الإلهي وإعطائه إلى البلاط الإمبراطوري لاستخدامه. “إذا كنت ستأخذها فلماذا اعدتها في المقام الاول؟ إن اعطائك عشبة روح القديس هذه لتستخدمها هو اهدار.” كان على وجه تشو تشن نظرة قبيحة جدًا. “أنا آسف جدا. إن الوقت متأخر الآن، وسوف تغلق المدرسة قريبا. رجاء عودوا غدا.” كان وجه الشاب الصغير رقيقا، ولكن بين حاجبيه، كان يوجد القليل من الروح البطولية. ابتسم تشو فنغ فقط وتجاهله. ثم قال لتشو يو، “تشو يو، سوف اشارك في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام.” “أنت غبي حقا.” كانت تشو يو غاضبة قليلا وبعد التحديق في وجهه لحظة واحدة، سارت بعيدا. “همف، أنت؟ إذا كنت تستطيع اجتياز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي، سأعطيك عشبة روح القديس خاصتي لهذا العام لك. “نظر تشو تشن إلى تشو فنغ بازدراء. “هل هذا صحيح؟” لم يصدق تشو فنغ ذلك. ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور في المقاطعات التسعة. بين المدارس التي لا تعد و لا تحصى، كانت مدرسة التنين اللاذوردي واحدة منهم. “تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ بعد أن قال ذلك، قام تشو فنغ بإغلاق عينيه، أغلق على عشبة روح القديس بكلتا كفيه وقام بفعل ختم غريب. “إذا عشبة روح القديس التي سأحصل عليها هذا العام سوف تكون ملكا لك.” تاركًا تلك الجملة وراءه، واصل تشو فنغ رمي نفسه في أعمال تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. حدقت الشابة في وجهها وقالت كلمة واحدة فقط، “انصرفي.” “تشو تشن، نحن عائلة. لماذا أنت دائما بحاجة لجعل الأمور صعبة على تشو فنغ؟” نظرت تشو يو إلى تشو تشن بانزعاج. عند النظر إلى تشو فنغ وهو يتصرف هكذا، تألم قلب تشو يو، “تشو فنغ، ألن تشارك مجددًا في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام؟ ام انك لا تزال لم تصل بعد إلى المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح؟” “عائلة؟ تشو يو، يجب أن تعرفي أن تشو فنغ هذا ليس جزءا من عائلة تشو.” في تلك اللحظة، جسم السيدة كان لا يسعه إلا أن يرتعش وأصبح وجهها رماديًا. “بعد دخول المدرسة لمدة خمس سنوات، لا يزال لم يجتز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي. هو عار على عائلة تشو.” على قمة المدينة الإمبراطورية في المقاطعات التسعة. وقف رجل عجوز مرتديا ملابس ذهبية, يده وراء ظهره وكان ينظر في السماء, ليلًا. “في عائلة تشو برمتها، من يحبه؟ أنت فقط تعامليه بشكل جيد حتى أنك تعطيه عشبة روح القديس خاصتك له لكي يستخدمها.” تشو تشن لم يفهم حقًا. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. “أنت غبي حقا.” كانت تشو يو غاضبة قليلا وبعد التحديق في وجهه لحظة واحدة، سارت بعيدا. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. من ناحية أخرى، ابتسم تشو تشن. كان حقا سعيدة. على الرغم من أنه لم يحصل على عشبة روح القديس الخاصة بتشو يو، كان يعلم أن هذا العام، عشبة روح القديس الخاص بتشو فنغ ستكون بالتأكيد له. كانت عينا الرجل العجوز مشرقة بشكل غير طبيعي وجسده متحمس ويرتجف. وأشار نحو الموقع الذي سقط فيه البرق. “ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور، أحضروا كل الأطفال الذين ولدوا الليلة إلى المدينة الإمبراطورية” في الليل، في منطقة الراحة الخاصة بتلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. كان الظلام دامسًا. بعد كونهم مشغولين طوال اليوم، كان الجميع متعبين جدا وناموا في وقت مبكر جدا. فقط غرفة تشو فنغ لا تزال مضيئة. من قال أني لا أريدها؟ “ولكن بعد ذلك، تشو فنغ ابتسم بخفة وضع عشبة روح القديس في جيبه قبل أن يقول،” تشو يو، سوف أقترض عشبة روح القديس هذه.وسوف أعيدها مرة أخرى اثنتين في وقت لاحق.” كان يجلس في الجزء الأمامي من السرير، وأخرج عشبة روح القديس الذي أعطتها له تشو يو وتمتم: “آمل أن تكون عشبة روح القديس هذه قادرة على أن تجعلكي كاملة.” وكان يدعى تشو تشن وكان أيضا من عائلة تشو. قبل خمس سنوات،قام بدخول مدرسة التنين اللازوردي في نفس الوقت مثل تشو فنغ. مع ذلك، أصبح تلميذًا داخليًا منذ سنتين. بعد أن قال ذلك، قام تشو فنغ بإغلاق عينيه، أغلق على عشبة روح القديس بكلتا كفيه وقام بفعل ختم غريب. “نحن في حاجة إلى اتباع قواعد المدرسة”، قال تشو فنغ مع ابتسامة رائعة. في تلك اللحظة، بدأت الطاقة الروحية داخل عشبة روح القديس بدخول جسم تشو فنغ من خلال كفه وتركزت في مركز قوته. في كل مرة، كان أكثر الناس انشغالًا هم تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. وقد دفعت كل مسؤوليات القبول للمدرسة على رؤوسهم. في نفس الوقت، جاءت أصوات مضغ من مركز قوة تشو فنغ كما لو أن شيئا كان يأكل وجبة. لعنت السيدة سرًا. كانت تظن أنها يمكن أن تستخدم مكانتها لجعل الأمور صعبة على الشاب. إذا تطلعت من خلال جلده، سوف تكتشف أن في الجزء العميق من مركز طاقة تشو فنغ، توجد كتلة من البرق هناك. في كل مرة، كان أكثر الناس انشغالًا هم تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. وقد دفعت كل مسؤوليات القبول للمدرسة على رؤوسهم. كتلة البرق تلك كان لها تسع ألوان وكان كل لون مثل وحش عملاق من البرق. وأصدرت هالة مرعبة من الطاقة لا تنتمي لهذا العالم. لزيادة سرعة التدريب، تقوم أسرة تشو بمنح عشبة روح القديس واحدة لأفراد أسرة تشو كل عام. “إذا عشبة روح القديس التي سأحصل عليها هذا العام سوف تكون ملكا لك.” تاركًا تلك الجملة وراءه، واصل تشو فنغ رمي نفسه في أعمال تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. -------------------- “أوي، ما هذا السلوك؟ هل تعرف من أنا؟” سيدة كانت ترتدي ملابس رائعة كان معها صبي وأشارت وصاحت بصوت عال في شاب صغير. “العودة غدا… هل تعتقد أنني حمقاء؟ نحن في الجبال! أين تريدنا أن ننام؟” “أوه؟ متى كنتِ سخية هكذا حتى أنك بدأت تعطي عشبة روح القديس إلى الناس؟”
Parallel world, Huaxia Dragon Kingdom, outside the gates of Modu University. The July breeze, carrying a hint of laziness, brushed past gently, announcing the arrival of the graduation season. Qin Yi, dressed in a black bachelor’s gown with a gray collar, held a bouquet of bright roses in his hands, seemingly unafraid of the scorching sun and indifferent to the countless curious or mocking gazes around him. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of apprehension and expectation, as if he were waiting for an unknown judgment. His gaze was locked on the school gate, silently counting the time in his heart, waiting for that familiar yet strange figure to appear. “Qin Yi, you have to promise me. When we graduate, we’ll wear our bachelor’s gowns together and take a commemorative photo at the school gate. You also have to prepare a big bouquet of roses for me, and then...” Memories flooded back like a tide, as those beautiful times spent with Su Mo replayed in Qin Yi’s mind like a movie. A smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of his mouth; those were the sweet memories that belonged to them. However, beautiful memories are always fleeting. A month ago, Su Mo suddenly initiated a breakup, without any warning or explanation. Her words were like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Qin Yi’s heart. “Qin Yi, thank you for taking care of me these past three years and giving me a carefree time in university.” “I used to hear people say that love in university has no results. Breaking up upon graduation is a curse that no one can escape.” “Back then, I didn’t believe it. I thought you were my Prince Charming. I once dreamed that we would be together forever, from the campus to marriage...” “But only now do I understand that I was wrong, completely wrong!” “Love without material substance is like a handful of sand; it doesn’t even need the wind to blow, it just scatters after a few steps.” “So, Qin Yi, you understand what I mean. Let go! If you still love me, don’t come looking for me again.” “For the rest of my life, it will no longer be you!” “Don’t miss me! Don’t reply!” These were the last few words Su Mo had left for Qin Yi on WeChat. Since then, the WeChat chat box between Qin Yi and Su Mo was filled with nothing but one red exclamation mark after another. Today is July 1st, the day the graduates of Modu University leave the campus. Qin Yi had taken an overnight green-skinned train from his hometown of Jingnan to Modu, just to fulfill that original promise. However, the moment he stood at the school gate, he realized how foolish and ridiculous he was. ... At ten o’clock in the morning, it was exceptionally lively outside the gates of Modu University. Students dragged their suitcases out of the campus in an endless stream, their faces filled with expectation for the future and reluctance to leave the past. Among the crowd, a young man in a bachelor’s gown was particularly eye-catching; he was Qin Yi. Although the air was thick with the humidity and sweltering heat of the Plum Rain Season, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers. They gathered in small groups, their gazes focused on Qin Yi, as whispers rose and fell. “Hey, look at that guy. Isn’t that Qin Yi, the influential figure from our School of Economics?” a girl wearing glasses pointed at Qin Yi curiously and asked the classmate next to her. “Yes, yes, I remember now, it’s him!” a boy nearby added. “So it’s him. Why is he back now? Didn’t he have his graduation delayed?” a short-haired girl said curiously. “Delayed graduation? Why?” “Cough, you guys don’t know yet? It’s all over the school forum! They say Qin Yi’s family business ran into trouble and they owe a lot of money. Creditors go to his house every few days to demand payment. I heard that a while ago, his dad was even kidnapped by loan sharks and tortured quite badly...” a well-informed student said in a low voice. “Then he still dares to put on such a big show here? Isn’t he afraid the creditors will come knocking?” a tall boy joked. “Who knows, maybe he’s here for one last meeting. I heard that he and Su Mo, the department beauty of the Music Academy, have been dating since their sophomore year. Now Su Mo is really in the spotlight; I wonder if she’ll despise him.” a girl whispered. “Despise him? That’s for sure! If it were me, I would have said goodbye to him long ago. What’s the point of dating without money? It’s just a waste of youth,” a fashionably dressed girl said disdainfully. “Not necessarily. Maybe Su Mo is someone who values feelings. After all, they’ve been together for so long; there’s an emotional foundation,” a seemingly innocent girl defended Qin Yi. “Feelings? In this realistic society, can feelings put food on the table? Just wait and see, Su Mo will definitely break up with him,” a boy wearing headphones asserted coldly. The onlookers discussed fervently, each expressing their own opinions. Some sympathized with Qin Yi’s plight, while others sneered at his behavior. ... Listening to the discussions around him, Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He silently lowered his eyes, and the bouquet of roses in his hand swayed gently in the breeze, as if also recounting his loneliness and helplessness... Yeah, what am I doing back here? Ever since the family business met its Waterloo, those relatives who used to be so warm and welcoming have stayed away as if avoiding a plague, fearing they would be dragged into the turmoil. Come to think of it, Su Mo probably broke up with me for the same reason. Just as Qin Yi was torn in his heart about whether he should quietly leave, another commotion arose in the crowd... “Hey, hey, the main character is out! Want to bet? I bet the great department beauty Su will definitely break up with this kid! How about the loser treats everyone?” “A bet’s a bet. I bet Su Mo will stay loyal. After all, it’s a three-year relationship; it can’t just end like that...” ... Qin Yi took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and looked up toward the school gate. Su Mo’s figure came into view. She was still radiant, with exquisite makeup and a charming smile. Her white lace dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming white lotus. “Mo...” The words reached his lips, but Qin Yi forced them back down. Only because of the look Su Mo had just given him. When Su Mo saw Qin Yi, the smile on her face instantly froze, replaced by undisguised disdain and disgust. However, her gaze only lingered on Qin Yi’s face for a brief moment before immediately moving past him to look at the street behind him, her eyes filled with a bit of panic, as if she were worried about being seen by someone. A moment later, as if a weight had been lifted, Su Mo shifted her gaze back to Qin Yi and walked quickly toward him, her high heels making a crisp “da-da” sound against the ground. “What are you doing here! Didn’t I tell you everything on WeChat?! Can’t you understand? Do I really have to break up with you in person? Fine! Then I’ll tell you one more time! We’ve broken up! Acting like this now only makes me look down on you even more!” Su Mo’s tone was full of disdain and mockery, as if having Qin Yi as an ex was a very shameful thing. The surrounding crowd began to whisper, and the sound of discussion rose and fell. “See, I told you. How could Su Mo still be interested in this fallen Rich Second Generation?” “Sigh, Qin Yi is just asking for trouble. Knowing what kind of person Su Mo is, he still had to pull this stunt.” “I get it, Qin Yi just can’t let go... I heard that when this department beauty Su was dating Qin Yi, she made him spend quite a bit of money on her... Now that Qin Yi’s family is bankrupt, she wants to break up... That’s really heartless!” “I don’t like hearing that. How can you say it’s heartless? Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but they fly their separate ways when disaster strikes’? If it’s like that for married couples, let alone just a pair of lovers.” “Sigh, yeah. Who would want to be saddled with a mountain of debt right after graduation...” ... Qin Yi’s throat moved as he gripped the bouquet of roses tightly. He knew he was in a wretched state right now, but he still summoned the courage to hand the bouquet to Su Mo. “Momo, do you still remember the promise you made to me when we first started dating?” Hearing this, Su Mo’s expression froze slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred deep in her heart. “You said that when we graduate, you wanted me to prepare a bouquet of roses for you, and we would wear our bachelor’s gowns together...” However, before Qin Yi could finish, he was interrupted by Su Mo’s impatient wave of her hand. “Qin Yi, stop deceiving yourself! You think doing this will make me change my mind? I’m telling you, it’s impossible! We’ve already broken up. To me, you are nothing now!” “Momo, I didn’t come here today to pester you. I just wanted to fulfill our promise and put a full stop to this relationship.” Qin Yi’s voice was a bit choked. But Su Mo interrupted him impatiently: “Qin Yi, you are truly laughably naive! Do you think doing this can win me back? I’m telling you, it’s over between us! You have nothing now; what do you have to love me with? Just your words?” Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: “Momo, I know I have nothing right now, but I believe I will stand up again. Give me a little time, and I will prove to you that I, Qin Yi, am not someone who only speaks empty words.” Su Mo shook her head coldly: “Qin Yi, stop dreaming! Besides, I’ve already found a new partner; his family background is better than yours, and he’s richer than you. My life now is something you can’t even imagine. So, please don’t show up in front of me again. From now on, we are strangers!” Although Qin Yi had already had a premonition, when these cold and heartless words came out of Su Mo’s mouth, he still felt as if he had been struck by a ruthless heavy hammer. The last faint glimmer of hope in his heart shattered, and it felt as if something had split open in his chest, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The bouquet of roses that he had been holding tightly now seemed to have lost all its vitality, the petals drooping as if also mourning for this lost relationship. The onlookers also began to chime in with their discussions. “Those words are a bit too much. After all, they were together for three years; there’s no need to be so harsh.” Someone said indignantly. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect that Su Mo, who usually looks so gentle and harmless, would say such hurtful words.” Someone shook their head and sighed. “This is a typical ’Green Tea’; she acts pure and harmless on the surface, but in reality, she’s very calculating.” Someone commented disdainfully. “Sigh, Qin Yi is really pitiful. Being hurt by someone like that, I’m afraid it’ll be hard for him to believe in love again.” Someone sighed sympathetically. “Sigh, sweet words when there’s money, but turning cold and heartless when there’s none.” Someone lamented indignantly. Accused by those around her, Su Mo’s expression gradually became awkward. Her gaze toward Qin Yi, beyond disdain, now held a few more hints of disgust. Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a freezing point, a sharp car horn pierced the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. “Beep, beep, beep—” Everyone turned their heads to see a dazzling yellow sports car speeding over like a shooting star, coming to a steady stop on the street not far away. The sports car had sleek lines and a dazzling luster. The scissor doors slowly rose, and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out with a flourish. “Wow, a sports car! So cool!” “Oh my god, isn’t that the latest Maserati MC20? I heard it costs over three million to get one!” “Holy crap, for real? That expensive?!” “The guy in sunglasses is so handsome, such a strong aura. He’s totally my ideal type!” “He seems to be looking at me... Should I go up and strike up a conversation?” ... The onlookers instantly erupted into a frenzy. Emotions of envy, jealousy, and desire intertwined, forming an indescribable atmosphere. Su Mo’s gaze also shifted away from Qin Yi. When she saw the man in sunglasses walking toward her, her eyes immediately shimmered with a gentle light. Qin Yi watched this, feeling a sharp pang in his heart. Once upon a time, Su Mo used to look at him with such tenderness... Just as the man in sunglasses was about to reach Su Mo, she suddenly lowered her voice and said angrily to Qin Yi, “Qin Yi! Leave quickly. If you don’t care about your Face, I still care about mine!” No sooner had she spoken than the man in sunglasses stood before her. He glanced at Qin Yi, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth. What happened next left the onlookers even more dumbfounded. Disregarding the gazes of Qin Yi and the crowd, the man in sunglasses reached out to wrap his arm around Su Mo’s waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Whoa—” The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp. Qin Yi’s mind went blank, feeling a surge of rage rising from the bottom of his heart. The bouquet of roses in his hand slipped weakly to the ground. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists clenched until they cracked. A moment later, the man in sunglasses separated from Su Mo. He reached out to toy with her hair, his Face full of triumph. After all, kissing the department beauty in front of so many people gave any man a lot of Face. Not to mention, it was right in front of Qin Yi, the ex! Men simply loved to “show off” their affection in front of a woman’s ex to satisfy their own vanity. “Mo Mo, who is he!” Qin Yi’s gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly at the man in sunglasses. He gritted his teeth as if to crush the anger in his heart. The man in sunglasses turned leisurely, his hand sliding down Su Mo’s back. He inadvertently increased his grip, pulling Su Mo close to him, then sized Qin Yi up provocatively. Su Mo felt a bit of pain, but she still feigned a look of happiness on her Face. At this moment, as if declaring his sovereignty, the man in sunglasses pulled his shades down slightly, revealing his arrogant and smug Face with a mocking smile. “Wang Hao!” Qin Yi’s eyes widened. He looked at Wang Hao in disbelief, then turned his gaze back to Su Mo, his voice trembling as he asked, “Mo Mo, you... how can you be with him? Don’t you know? He’s just a scumbag who toys with feelings! He changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes! You’ll suffer if you’re with him!” Su Mo frowned, her Face showing disgust again as she glared at Qin Yi. “Qin Yi! What right do you have to talk about Brother Hao? I’ve already broken up with you! It’s none of your business who I’m with!” Wang Hao let go of Su Mo, walked up to Qin Yi, circled him, and said in a deliberately mocking tone, “Oho, oho... I wondered which devoted lover it was, but it’s actually Young Master Qin. What’s the matter? Has everything at Young Master Qin’s home been settled? Speaking of which, it’s been about half a year since we last met... Why are you still wearing a graduation gown in this heat? Aren’t you hot?” As Wang Hao spoke, he tugged at the graduation gown Qin Yi was wearing with a look of extreme disdain. Qin Yi clenched his fists, veins bulging as he glared at Wang Hao. “My business is none of your concern!” Wang Hao had never gotten along with Qin Yi; they were classmates. Previously, their family backgrounds were similar, but not only was Qin Yi’s family wealthy, his grades in school were also better than Wang Hao’s. Most importantly, Qin Yi was more handsome than him, so Wang Hao had been overshadowed by Qin Yi in every way during their college years. But who could have imagined that as graduation approached, Qin Yi’s family company would go bankrupt due to a broken capital chain. Not only that, according to Su Mo, Qin Yi’s father also owed a large amount of high-interest debt—the kind that ordinary people couldn’t pay off in several lifetimes even without eating or drinking... When he heard this news, Wang Hao couldn’t have been happier. He thought he had to find an opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Qin Yi and vent his hatred! Unfortunately, as soon as trouble hit Qin Yi’s home, he took a leave of absence and went back. Thus, Wang Hao could only set his sights on Su Mo. For a man, what could be more humiliating than having his woman touched by another? Originally, Wang Hao thought Qin Yi and Su Mo’s relationship was very strong, and it might take some effort. But who knew that Su Mo, who appeared pure and innocent like a white lotus on the surface, was actually a total gold-digger at heart. So, after Qin Yi took his leave and left the school, Wang Hao launched an offensive on Su Mo, showering her with various luxury goods and high-end restaurants regardless of the cost. Finally, a month ago, Su Mo was completely conquered by Wang Hao. At the same time, Wang Hao also learned about Qin Yi’s family matters from Su Mo. The posts on the campus forum about the bankruptcy of Qin Yi’s family were also spread by Wang Hao. Now that he had encountered Qin Yi again, Wang Hao naturally wouldn’t let this chance slip by. He had to “kick the dog while it’s down”! At this point, more and more people were gathering. Su Mo didn’t want things to become public knowledge either; after all, it wasn’t good for her reputation. So, Su Mo lowered her voice and said softly to Wang Hao, “Brother Hao, ignore him. It’s so hot outside, let’s go...” How could Wang Hao listen to Su Mo? He glanced at the roses on the ground and let out a disdainful chuckle. “Hehe, what did Young Master Qin just call me? A scumbag?” As Wang Hao spoke, his hand reached out recklessly to touch Su Mo’s Face. He hooked her chin with his finger and once again, provocatively and roughly, kissed her on the lips. It wasn’t until Su Mo felt she couldn’t breathe properly that Wang Hao let go of her, looking at Qin Yi with a provocative gaze. “Young Master Qin is right! Compared to Young Master Qin’s devotion, I, Wang Hao, am a bit of a scumbag. But so what? I have money! I’m happy to spend money on women. Especially ones like Mo Mo!” “You!” Qin Yi stared at Wang Hao in fury, his fists clenched tight, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour him. In the past, Wang Hao might have been wary of Qin Yi, as their families were of equal strength. But now, Qin Yi’s actions in Wang Hao’s eyes were nothing more than impotent rage. So, Wang Hao continued to provoke him. “What about ’you’? What? Want to hit me? I’m so scared...” Wang Hao took two more steps toward Qin Yi with a sleazy look, fearlessly thrusting his Face in front of Qin Yi’s. “Come on, hit me right here!” Infuriated, Qin Yi was about to strike out and teach this bastard a lesson. But unexpectedly, Wang Hao let out a cold laugh. “Think carefully! If this punch lands, you’ll either pay up or go to jail!” Qin Yi hesitated... If this were half a year ago, he would have thrown that punch without any hesitation! But now, he no longer had the capital to bear the consequences of that punch. If he were arrested, not only would his studies be affected, but it would also place an even greater burden on his parents... His family could no longer afford it... Thinking of this, Qin Yi backed down, his clenched fists slowly loosening. Seeing this, Wang Hao gave a cold smile and spat disdainfully. “Pah! Dammit, you coward! You’ve got no strength, yet you’re so damn good at putting on an act!” After saying that, Wang Hao lifted his foot and, as if trying to crush Qin Yi to death, stomped hard on the bouquet of roses on the ground. Those once delicate flowers were ruthlessly crushed, and Qin Yi’s heart broke along with them. His dignity, his love, his everything—at this moment, they were all trampled underfoot by this bastard Wang Hao... Qin Yi lowered his eyes, disheartened, wanting only to turn around and leave. But Wang Hao had no intention of letting Qin Yi off so easily! The humiliation wasn’t enough! “Stop! Did I say you could leave?!” Qin Yi looked up, his eyes flashing with the light of anger. “Wang Hao! Don’t you fucking go too far!” he roared. Wang Hao showed no fear; instead, he became even more arrogant. “Too far? I’ll show you what ’too far’ means!” He snatched the bag from Su Mo’s shoulder, pulled out a few bills, and threw them in Qin Yi’s Face. “Take this money as compensation for you!” Having said that, Wang Hao was about to turn and leave, but then seemed to remember something. He leaned into Qin Yi’s ear and whispered another mockery. “By the way, there’s one thing I almost forgot to tell you! I took Su Mo’s first time! Qin Yi, should I call you devoted or just stupid? I really didn’t expect that after being with Su Mo for three years, she was still a virgin... Back then, you were rich and handsome, so why didn’t you just take her? Could it be that your equipment doesn’t work? But I should still thank you for that! Don’t worry, after my day-and-night training during this time, she’s very familiar with all kinds of positions now! Oh, by the way, I have plenty of videos and photos on my phone. If you’re interested, I don’t mind letting you have a look! After all, sharing joy is better than keeping it to yourself...” Qin Yi was completely enraged. “Wang Hao! Fuck your ancestors!” He threw a punch toward Wang Hao’s Face. Since Wang Hao had chosen to use this matter to completely provoke Qin Yi, he was naturally prepared. He quickly retreated and grabbed Su Mo, pulling her in front of him. Wang Hao was different from Qin Yi; he wouldn’t cherish Su Mo just because she was his woman now. To him, women were nothing more than playthings! He, Wang Hao, wouldn’t be as stupid as Qin Yi and get hurt for a woman! “Ah...” Su Mo screamed and closed her eyes, terrified. Qin Yi’s punch stalled in mid-air; he hesitated. Taking the opportunity, Wang Hao raised his leg and kicked Qin Yi hard in the abdomen. Qin Yi staggered back in pain, glaring at Wang Hao. “Wang Hao! You bastard! You actually used a woman as a shield!” he roared. “Hahaha, Qin Yi! If I say you’re stupid, you really are! Think carefully! Can you afford the consequences of hitting me? Think about your dad, think about your mom, think about the debts your family owes! You useless trash!” Qin Yi looked at Wang Hao, his eyes nearly bursting. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, but in the end, he let go... Some of the people around shook their heads and sighed, feeling the injustice for Qin Yi; others mocked him, calling him a spineless coward... But only Qin Yi knew that although he had lost, he hadn’t lost to Wang Hao, but to his family ties! Seeing Qin Yi like this, Wang Hao laughed loudly and turned around, his hand recklessly resting on Su Mo’s perky butt, squeezing it at will. “Let’s go! Dammit, I’m happy today! Which bag did you mention last time?” “Oh, you’re so annoying, Brother Hao, so many people are watching...” Su Mo pressed close to Wang Hao, pulling his wandering arm around her waist. Her voice was extremely artificial, as if she had already forgotten how Wang Hao had just used her as a human shield. “Let them look! Let them watch...” Soon, amidst gazes of either envy or disdain, Wang Hao and Su Mo got into the yellow sports car. Then, the engine roared, and the yellow sports car thundered away from Modu University. Seeing that the main parties had left, the onlookers also lost interest. Meanwhile, Qin Yi remained standing there dazed. A clear footprint had been added to his graduation gown. A few hundred-yuan bills were scattered on the ground, drifting in the breeze along with the crushed rose petals.