Schopenhauer Vs Nietzsche

In the madness of life, we find the madness of life in ourselves. We are a reflection of the madness of life. We are the embodiment of a crazy life.

Power bound to your destiny, you can't escape from... Doing the impossible to survive... And still they say it is all coming to an end... But deep down..you know it is all getting started... They say...Existence is triggered. Triggered by a force aligned with Chaos. The Force Of Sentience, the Force of Essence, The Force Of "The Spark." And just a being possesses the power of the Spark, the Celestial...John Ozais Screeman. John's desire for more power sends the world on a whole new path, a gaffe that is set to ruin existence. After releasing a high demon from hell, John realises more had been done than what he thought he performed. More precisely, the penning down of the prophecy which shall unveil the end of the supernatural race and rain chaos to the mortals. Evil triggered by the prophecy rises one after another in its various forms in accordance to the fulfillment of what has been written, what fate hath made so. Demons, raging from the depths of hell, mutants and Vampires rising, magic turning against it's host, powers at it's verge, Realms collapsing and realities wrapping turning to chaos. All hope and faith of the supernatural, fall upon the shoulders of John Ozais. Like they say, with the Spark, comes life but what they were never told was... Before Life,...comes "Chaos And Apocalypse."

After running into something she shouldn't have, Clare finds out that she is not who she thinks she is. But then, who is she?. Join Clare on a journey of finding her true self. The Magna Poen of the Endowed: Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

Jae Lee woo tried to be the diligent and hard-working good guy. He studied hard, did his best to make his family proud, and not get into trouble, but when he saw a girl being taken advantage of, he had to intervene. He had been tricked, sentenced to 10 years in jail and framed for a crime he never committed, all was lost. If his life was over he would take those who ruined his life with him Suddenly he opens his eyes again. He is not dead, but alive in the body of the Jae Lee woo of a different world. This Jae Lee woo had been killed as trash of cultivation. This world where the strong had no regard for human life and would kill freely if they had the strength. Called “trash” and thrown away, with vengeance in his heart he will rise to new heights opposing the will of heaven and earth. “Do not judge others in ignorance within my presence. Those who think to harm someone should be ready to be harmed. Those who are open and respectful shall receive my kindness and respect. Those who plot against me are seeking their own death. This is true, for I am death… I am Jae Lee woo”. . . . .

Existing on an era where women has less priviledge than men, Utopia strived to show the people of her world the importance of their existence. Yet before she can even shine and outlive such ridiculous belief that her world has, her fate was sealed by a decree. Fighting love and the enivitable, Utopia finds herself tangled in the mysterious secret of her existence and riot the dark side of her world has.

On the day I was supposed to get engaged to my childhood sweetheart, Noah Pratt, I escaped. As I flew out of the country, I deleted all forms of contact with him. Six years later, I had to return to oversee the moving of my parents’ graves. At the entrance to the cemetery, I bumped right into Noah. He gripped my wrist while gazing at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Why did you run away?” he asked. He had grown very thin. Heavy bags were under his eyes. It was as if haunting dreams had plagued his nights. “Because I didn’t want to marry someone I didn’t love,” I replied. He swayed on his feet as if the rug had been swept from under him. “Is there anything else?” I asked. But he remained silent. I waited patiently before walking past him. I had not lied. Indeed, I had burned out that love for him in the first three years I spent overseas.