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Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Kuro Kaine Level 57 AGE:18 Race: Human(Otherworlder) Titles: Hero Class: Sword Emperor Mana- 1200 ART: " Holy Light User" "Dual Blades Art" "Electro Art" "Pyro Art" "Language comprehension" "Growth" "Sentient Blades{Unique}" Class Skill: "Berserk" "Whirlwind" "Thunder Call" "Feint" "Moon Cleave" "Sword mastery" "Sword of Imprisonment"

I kicked him again, this time with much the same force, and I hear his neck crack. That's five of them. Four more are still standing on their feet, guarding the damn crate, holding their weapons but the smell of their fear filled the air. The ruchin had made them dazed and slow, but few of Argilao's guards could resist it. Ruchin powder was a common trick to gain an advantage on a battlefield. It is likely they are trained to resist the effect similar to ours. "Hand me the crates, and I shall grant you mercy," I declared, like a god.

Kuro, however, remained calm, watching Roman’s approach with an unblinking gaze. As Roman’s club came crashing down, Kuro sidestepped with fluid grace, the massive weapon narrowly missing him. The audience gasped, momentarily stunned by Kuro’s agility. Roman grunted, recovering quickly, and swung the club horizontally, aiming to knock Kuro off his feet. But Kuro ducked, evading the attack effortlessly. Roman’s club slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash, sending up a cloud of dust. The crowd erupted in cheers and gasps, their voices filling the air with excitement and disbelief.

Looking at the phone screen for a while, she dropped it and plodded into the bathroom. With Ryan and Malcolm around, she wasn’t going to be bored. More so she had a day off so she can binge watch her favorite Korean series and have a lot of rest. Today would be good no matter what. ……… The time was past two In the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Both of them were watching a Korean drama together and Ryan had to open the door. The two unfamiliar faces at the door greeted him with a smile. “How can we help you?” “We are here to help Miss Aurora with her makeup,” one of them said.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.