The Scriber's Dream, passing the test. "This is after I recovered from my illness. I discovered I did been living in a dream. But this dream was damn true! Every single sentence after each paragraph here brings out the story I saw in my dream. At this point, in my dream, I only get to survive if my story gets accepted in the world. I'm Xulian the heavenly Princess, I was born with the power of a scribe, my father is the creator but the Aryjia possessed him making him a toy, luckily, I got transferred into the body of the MC in my dream " ***** "[CONGRATULATIONS YOU PASSED THE TEST ] Jamie Mac smiled as he walked forward to collect his Essay from the desk in the front. The class was all attentive as Miss June, the Literature teacher at Saint High flipped the essay away from Jamie who had just stretched his hand out with pride. "Jamie, I said you need to revise your work. Your writing is poor and bland." "But..." "But what?" Miss June cut him short as she showed him his score,

[ SYSTEM HOST FOUND! ACCEPT OR DENY ] [ Xulian wishes to guide you into greatness, press ok to allow Xulian to regenerate. Press deny to die ] ***** Jamie Mac had ACCEPTED the alien projection to let Xulian regenerate in him. He clearly remembered the day when he had met the slimy slug that had slithered through his nostril and saved him from death during the Harvorly Massacre 16 years ago. This slug was probably the system aiding Xulian through the regeneration process at the cost of temporarily wiping out his memory, the only wish he had made 16 years ago as he saw his family being annihilated. "Your family runs back to the era of giants, the blood of the fallen angels flows in you too." The feminine voice in his head went ahead, "After the great massacre, the souls of the watchers evolved and Iblis made bodies for them... demons are lurking in the dark, tormenting the followers of the highest God on earth." "Haha, You can compose a story well! Congrats." Mac congratulated the

Evilness in goodness, chaos begins. ***** With the Mother of earthly immortals securing the gate pass to heaven and ensuring the balance between earth and heaven, the highest God had no fear of losing his kingdom but doubt that the mother of earthly immortals might get blinded by love for her daughter, Sapphira. The highest God, the most powerful and first of all gods, knew his greatest failure was creating a woman. After Iblis, one of his Angels of light had ascended and achieved the mid-tier between heavenly and archness, a great prophecy had been scribbled on the walls of the palace of prognosis. That a predictable war will break out and result in new world order (NWO). The revelation showed the rise of mankind into holiness and a world where all races lived together in harmony. No gods to rule over the vastness nor deities to ensure and record the wheel of time and responsibilities respectively. All this had begun the day Iblis fell in love with Lilith. Nothing could chan

Parallel or not? ***** Just some seconds ago, Hazakiel had been slow to defend himself from the squad leader giving the opponent the chance to deliver a mighty hell-pound punch that ripped his chest apart, injuring him and causing his spiritual power to leak. "Did you kill the man?" Hazakiel too worried about the situation couldn't stop asking as he knew he couldn't help if a fight broke out, his body now beginning to fade into a ray that will send him back to the heaven infirmary. "He has the mark of Iblis!" Hazakiel almost choked on his shock as he saw the Mark of Iblis shine on the corpse, sending a weird signal-like wave across the horizon. Did Sapphira just knock a squad leader dead? "I told you...you should act on instinct." Sapphira praised herself as she confirmed the death of the squad leader. "You have to hide Sapphira. They will be here anytime." Hazakiel managed to warn Sapphira before his Angelic body burst into a silver ray that shot up into the dark sky. "Goo

If you can't fight em, join em. "Shouldn't you just report your failure?" Hazakiel asked the ashed leader. But instead, he received a punch as the squad leader, greedy as his higher-up saw profit in capturing two angels plus a void mana pocket with two otherworldly beings. "Why don't you see the importance of acting on instinct?" Sapphira questioned Hazakiel as she lifted him. "Did you kill the man?" Hazakiel worriedly asked as he saw the man sputtering blood. "He has the mark of Iblis!" ***** Just some seconds ago, Hazakiel had been slow to defend himself from the squad leader giving the opponent the chance to deliver a mighty hell-pound punch,(from the formidable hell techniques) that ripped his belly apart. Now a hole ran straight through his abdomen leaking his spiritual power. "Did you kill the man?" Hazakiel too worried about the situation couldn't stop asking this. At the moment he knew he couldn't help if a fight broke out, his body was now