Exactly nine minutes after I tell them, I yell again, “Alright, guys, you can now call the Petrov family to ask them if they can continue paying the task or not. You are free to do it.”Some of them begin to call the Petrov family, but no one picks up the phone, causing confusion.“Do you not have another number for the Petrov family, like the main line or a worker there, to ask what happened to the Petrovs?”One young man raises his hand. “My girlfriend works there.”“Then call her and ask why the Petrov family isn't answering.”He calls and gets connected. “Margareta, what happened to the Petrov family?”The young man suddenly turns silent and pale, looking at all of them in horror. With a trembling voice, he says, “She said the whole Petrov family just got killed by the light from the sky.”Every mercenary looks at me.I yawn, “You know it’s already so late. I want to go home and sleep. Can someone please move the front car?”“Yes, yes, yes,” say the drivers quickly.“And please do

I still remember in normal, peaceful times, one person has to do many complicated things—bribing here and there, finishing the academy, and even making merit to raise their status in the military.Some people can't even raise their rank more than three times in their whole life.But during wartime, for every high-ranking military officer who dies, the lower ranks automatically rise up.Some can even rise three ranks in a day if all three higher positions die at the same time.This is an apocalyptic time. In my last memories, many people become president by having power.Since normal law cannot be enforced due to so many problems, it’s like, if you don't take the president's seat, somebody else will.I jump into the stealth orbs and let them bring me to the president's palace.It makes me feel like I am flying alone. Some helicopters fly near me, trying to shoot me, but a laser from the sky shoots them down. Sariel's voice echoes, “I repeat, don’t attack, or you will be killed.”The so

Tommy takes out a bottle of wine he has prepared for a long time and says, “Mother, please, I have prepared this for this special occasion.”His mother takes the wine and drinks it without any hesitation. Yet, in just a few minutes, she falls asleep on the table.Tommy looks at his beautiful mother and carefully carries her to the sacrificial altar."Mother, you have always been kind and loved me, and eternally you will be like this forever," Tommy whispers, tears welling up in his eyes.He takes a short knife and stabs her in the heart. Suddenly, there is a scream, a painful cry from his mother's soul. Bind by the dark energy.Tommy cries with tears streaming down his face. "Mother, why did you have to betray me?"While Livia, an ethereal being shrouded in darkness, laughs, she releases a dark energy that pins the mother's soul, locking it as the core of all negative energy.This core, created with bonds of love, guilt, and possession, is not easy to break. If negative energy grows

“What the fuck just happened?” I wake up, looking at the man who guided me to my past life.The man's name is Rama, one of the instructors of some group called Natural Way of Living. What a weird name. Like the famous Scientology, they also claim to be able to lead a person to their past life.But I never thought it would be this fucking easy!As he guided me to the regression session, I felt like I was slammed into a new world.My body just progressed, like I was becoming someone else.Alexander the Great. I can even name all people around me, what I am doing and the years there.It’s really clear information I have.I sit up, looking seriously at that man. He clearly fears me, as I am the president and he is just some lowly some meditation group instructor.“I don’t fucking believe this shit,” I say.“It is like this,” he tries to explain. “All of us have inner organs: stomach, pancreas, intestines, etc. It’s not about believing whether you have them or not; when opened, all people

They formed an alliance from all kingdoms and surviving countries and united to fight against Kush.This is what made the war long and seemingly without an end. They grew larger, stronger, and more difficult to defeat.I became angry and shouted at the old war generals. It's true that I am young and they are experienced.But that only makes me bolder in taking risks. After all, shouldn't they, being old, not fear taking risks since they will soon die of old age?"War," I yelled at them all. "There is no beauty in war. All the worst things buried in human minds have been forced out and caused prolonged suffering. Don't expect us to do good things in war.""Because of your weak hearts, cries of pain and suffering continue to echo under the sky. War has not ended for hundreds of years. The only shouts of joy during this time are victory cries built upon a foundation of someone's pain, suffering, and blood.""Listen," I said loudly to all the generals. "Someone must end all this suffering