֍-----------Small chapter -----------֎ Neil was full of anger, humiliation and helplessness at the time he read that summary of himself. He was a living, breathing human, yet, all he is could be summarized in half a page of blunt words. Son of so and so, related to so and so. In that moment, through his grief about the loss of his parents, he had realized, now he is alone in this world. There is no one to sign parole if he gets arrested. There’s no one to identify his body when he dies. There’s definitely no one to wonder if he was living well any time of the day. The overwhelming emotion of anger, humiliation and helplessness paralyzed his body. At that moment, there was a loud sound. “ Shuak “ An arrow headed straight for his head. His body reacted to the sound automatically, dodging the arrow, and jumping back. That moment woke him up from his reverie. Damn ! Neil thought as he wiped off the remnants of the powder on his face. What in the world was that

Every elf kingdom had their specialities among the elements. Yet, there are few prized rare talents, common to all elf clans. Those are the space mancers. Despite being ten times more technologically advanced, the divine management office failed to take advantage of, or even win over the elves. There is only one reason for such a result. Elves may suck in all technology, but they are more than masters of space oriented technology. Their teleportation arrays, their space storage devices, hells, even the random space business array they make is more technologically advanced than anything inner sea could come up with. Among the small and small community of space mancers, the northern elf clan held the best space mancer. While the southern sun clan has the most number of the space mancers. A genius’s worth is never known until a bottleneck is hit in R & D. Druella was a southern clan’s compromise. They allowed her to marry into the northern clan despite looking down on them

[ Thirty minutes remaining to evacuate the Atlantis 099 city. ] The announcement rang throughout the bubble, followed by a gurgling sound that sounds like a language, yet not a language. It very much sounded like dolphins screeching. Sometimes the sounds made by mermaids resembled it, but not by much. Neil was out and at his raft by fifteen minutes. Half-way in between, the symbiosis was canceled, so he increased his pace. He scrambled onto the raft. Merlin was at the helm, looking anxiously at Adele who sat down in a meditation position with her eyes closed. On the other side, Mona is playing with the purple leather, making clothes for Barbies. The girl truly had a talent. The barbie dress she made is no worse than the dresses that come in the package. Merlin smiled in relief as soon as his eyes fell on Neil. He ran to Neil, holding on to his pants, then following him back to the helm like a little duckling. Neil drove the raft away with no words. Merlin just sat on the

The Drow king’s eyes gleamed with smugness and victory. He looked at white beard, the adviser who was opposing most till now. “ Did you hear that ? Perhaps in your old age your ears have gone deaf. Taurus ! Repeat it for uncle whitebeard one more time ! “ The king ordered Taurus gleefully. “ Prince Orion sent rations to us. He has found a measure to win over thorn vine cockroaches. “ Taurus repeated obediently. “ You hear that old man ? My son is not dead ! He is out there, finding a way for this kingdom to survive. Yet, here you are, having lived your entire life in this land, sucking out every last bit of succor we could make, Yet, ready to go and lick boots of another man ! No ! wait ! You have always been such a lickspittle. Perhaps it’s best if you go off to lick the boots of alcanus rather than being here raining on our parade. Yes ! Go to the southern sun alone, you cowardly party pooper ! Those of the brave drows who love their home ! You can return with me to the capita

The mighty army of the drows stormed into a sea of monsters, slaying them all claiming victory once and for all - is what King Neereus hoped for. After such a long time of being humiliated, he wanted a victory that could set fireworks in his heart. Yet, the battle was any but such. Prince Orion and Prince Taurus, the former holding a frozen cockroach spiral tower, the latter holding a six foot wide slime set off to the nearest transit point they could teleport to. Ideally, the transit point only has a few dozen monsters. The plan is simple. Orion gets out, sets the cone spiral on the ground, then combs to its apex. Taurus would climb behind Orion. As soon as he reaches the height of a man, he releases the slime. Thereafter, Taurus gets rid of any residual monsters around them using his whip, by flipping the bug fast enough for Orion to kill it with a laser beam. As soon as they got teleported, a problem occurred. The monsters were too dense. They could barely set up the cov