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Really, Alain didn’t understand what his best friend’s question meant. Realizing that the innocent man didn’t understand what she meant, Brielle turned her body to face Alain, then started to speak seriously, “That’s the classic way, Al. In line with: ‘You are similar to someone who always appears in my dreams,' or ‘Have we met before? Your face is familiar to me.’ I didn’t expect a famous painter like him to use that ancient method to flirt with you.” Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend.

The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them. "I love it when you pretend to be coy"he confessed . She was about to talk when he continued. " I want us to visit my croft today. It is not that far from here so we will use bikes . " He informed her. He got the croft as a gift from his father when he was getting hitched. And now he wants to share a moment with her there . "Oh My God"She exclaimed. Hussain has been surprising her with different things since they arrived. "You have a croft? As in a croft farm "She questioned. "Yes"He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window.

A slow grin spread on the first man's face once again. "Why are we in the fucking 21st century? We use AI, and after our balance is transferred, we run away before she discovers any mischief." Within the next hour, they visited an ally, whose area of specialization was creating fake images. He created an image so disturbingly realistic it could fool anyone. It was a fatal car crash that had blood pooling from Sarah's head. Her lifeless body was hanging upside down from the driver's seat amidst broken glasses and twisted metal. It was perfect.

Tristan thought and smiled in anticipation of braving the challenge head on. “Give me a list of the best cultivation manuals in this world, A.I.” he ordered after calming his battle hunger down. “Affirmative, host.” the system said and listed off a range of secret techniques that was known only to the creator of this world. A.I. has truly hacked the interface of the laws within this reality but that did not mean that it has total control over its faculties. It did not. What the slimy tool could only get was the flood of information from the moment of this vast world’s inception up until the current state of the Eternal Present.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

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Suppose… a pen isn't a pen, it is a gadget and it can give you whatever your desire is. But… Would you believe in my words or you think that everything is an illusion. A magic trick… It's not a magic trick, and seriously there's nothing like an illusion. Just believe… I have confidence in believing in my words. So, I used every word to create a world and I named it Ard. I created people, I created emotions, I created situations, I created thoughts. And it was me who made Ma'la the king of this world and worlds. And all the things happened for what, for a little sake of my boredom. (And still I don't want a title of 'God').