Dawn of a new age.
***** [Analyzing Host Status ] [ Complete ] [ FANTASY ART TIER 2 ] [ ACQUIRED GIFT - Flash speed ( 0Km/Hr) ] [ Host is required to carry out punishment... 20 laps ] [ The system wish to know if the host has any question ] ' why did you reward me with a zero flash speed? You cheated me! ' Mac pulled himself up as he woke to the sound of the system. A golden ray lit the bed as the sun shone marvelously above the ranges in the East. It was a bright Sunday morning as a matter of fact, and Mac had accomplished no tasks so far. [ Host is required to activate gift by himself ] 'Like what do you mean!' [ Host has to exercise for flash speed to be activated ] The kind of replies he got from this bizarre parasite didn't shake him but created irritation in him. The system had everything to its advantage, his body and now his will! ' Who created you? ' Mac asked out of curiosity. To this point, he had long realized there was no way to evade what the system demanded from him, it provided nothing for free. [ REPLYING TO HOST ] [ You are not worthy to know of my origins ] ' When shall this Xulian get regenerated ' [ That too is none of your business, just do what you should do ] But, 16 years ago the system had promised to leave his body once the heavenly princess is regenerated. Mac regretted accepting the system. ' I should have pressed DENY when I had the chance rather than being your slave. ' [ You are the slave to yourself] ' I didn't ask you.! ' [ I know, but Advice is offered free of charge ] Tsk. Just at the moment when Mac was about to curse the system, the door to the ward opened up and his grandmother walked in with a tray loaded with breakfast but Mac simply walked past, pecking his grandmother on the cheek as he decided to first get to the field. "I will be back nanny." He assured as he picked a piece of cake and hurriedly left. Outside the hospital everything was all quiet, the fresh air embraced him as he began a jog once outside the gates. It seemed like ages as his trainers hit the solid tarmac softly and the thought of why had his friends never come along hit him. He had to know where Sam and Rachel had been all this while but as he thought of them, just coincidentally, Rachel came along, jogging heavily from the opposite direction. "Rachel?" Mac was the first to call out as Rachel made a stop, huffing with a broad smile exposing her egg-like arranged teeth that glittered silverily. "Mac! Oh my God! You are ok." The hug had been unexpected as Rachel couldn't stop her tears from condensing. She had just known that Mac had fallen into a coma after a week of waiting. The feeling she had for Mac was mutual, but deep down, she always knew Jamie Mac was the one. "Let's jog to the field," Mac suggested as Rachel took his hand in hers and obediently jogged alongside him. There was a lot to be shared, but Mac had to get to the field first. [ Ancient Scriber Xulian has regenerated! ] [ System request host to share a bond with Xulian ] "What do you mean?" [ My time with you is over as promised. You need to finish up the 20 laps to awaken your potential ] "At least, You sucked!" [ Yeah being a system sucks, goodbye ] Jamie Mac smiled as he accepted the request to bond with Xulian. His face glimmered in joy as he felt the system releasing its hold on him. But just then, a wind started picking up and dark heavy clouds began to soar across the sky, to the east, dimming the bright sunshine. "We are being followed!" Rachel tightened her grip as Mac looked behind and confirmed. "We have to hide!" Mac quickly led Rachel off the street into an alley through the first unlocked door that answered his urgency shutting it with a bang as he locked it from the inside. He finally managed to breathe as he relaxed. They were in a vacant room, with no window. "We are safe here," Mac said as he held on to Rachel who was doubtful and confused. "Is this room real?" She asked as she walked up the wall to feel the texture. Something about the wall was weird, and the air in here too was a bit hot, but not amusing. "Don't you feel anything?"Rachel asked as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. "Yeah, I feel like a surge of energy is flowing inside me." Mac agreed. "We should leave." Mac who saw Rachel now mute, with her eyes closed not responding to him feared that this was a trap. He turned to look at the exit, the door they had used but behind him was just the wall. 'Wasn't I standing in front of the door?' Mac wondered as he turned around and again saw no door but just the wall. All four corners had no door, not even a crack! "Rachel!"Mac created a fuss over it. They were mysteriously trapped! " What?"Rachel finally came to sense and realized that there was no way out too. The room instantly began fading into white as the walls disappeared and the roof and floor became one. Time and space here too didn't exist as Mac held Rachels's hand as they now lost their compass. Everywhere was identical, they walked for what they assumed to be fifteen minutes but realized they were still in the same position as before. Worriedness covered their face as fear condensed in their hearts, this was not a dream! Finally, they got tired and sat on the white floor, hopeless. The air in here sooner made them drowsy and shortly Rachel couldn't withstand the dearth. Mac too, who had lost the orbit of time, shortly found himself falling into slumber like Rachel. ***** As this had been going on, another party had been secretly keeping an eye on the two. This was the crusade party. A secret organization formed by the Ambro force to hunt down, and if possible capture any race that was not human. They had been to the outskirts and through the ridges but only after getting to the city did they manage to locate a very weird existence, something about the young man had drawn the crusader's attention. "Squad leader, shouldn't we capture them now?" One of the men, an archer asked. It seemed to be the right time, for Mac and Rachel had run into a dead end. "No. Let's wait and see." The leader decided as he wanted to watch the fight as three gangsters pulled around the corner and blocked their prey's escape. "What is he doing?" The archer suddenly noticed Mac walking up to the wall and rubbing his hand on it as if fumbling with a knob. "Haha!" The Crusaders laughed as they thought he was doing some prayer thing for his gods to protect him. Now the slimy gangster and his alias were just turning the corner, running towards Mac, when Mac disappeared through the wall with the girl. "Squad leader...." The crusade suddenly freaked as they lost track of their target. They had just walked through the wall! "Quick, get down there.!" The squad leader who too had not expected that got terrified. "The boy is a Magnus!" He warned the rest who jumped off the roofs to land. Being a member of the Crusade party, one had to practice martial arts and more so, learn the technique of the immortals that required anima, the alternative phrase they used to refer to mana. Jumping from the roof to the ground was like jumping from a chair to the crusader who had acquired the first tier in the formidable hell technique. To them, this was bad news. The squad leader could not report back to the higher-ups after a failure, he had to accomplish his mission. Directly down on the street, the crusade intel integrated with the crowd and started an investigation. They walked up to the wall the two had walked through and even tried walking through too but only met solid brick head first. "Squad leader... There is no portal." A crusader reported as he confirmed the wall. It was pure clay brick, with no anima in it. "I want a search to be conducted inside that building!" The squad leader who was now furious jumped over to the opposite building and broke in to join the search. "Kill the three gangsters, leave no witness." He ordered as he tried cracking a spell through the walls.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
Iblis' Mark ***** Night crawled in steadily in thunderous frightful flashes across the dim sky. On this night, the gate to hell shook as demons shrieked and howled. The long-awaited hour had finally docked. "Angel Sapphira, step aside!" Hazakiel strictly warned. Though Sapphira had served as the ALL Angel for centuries in the Heavens, it had been declared that she was no longer a denizen, thrown out though politely, but never to be seen again in the heavens. Hazakiel knew this, and he was not going to show any mercy to Sapphira. "I'm warning you for the last time, Sapphira..." Hazakiel wanted to let Sapphira know he had duties but the latter didn't give him a damn ear but summoned her corundum. "I will kill you Hazakiel!" Sapphira angrily declared as she activated the corundum that sparkled in blue and green lights. This was her child-born weapon, one that only she could wield. The sky turned darker as Sapphira's corundum collided with the sword of peace that now shone in sil
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
Xulian verses Lilith.The storm was building up and heaven became chaotic. Deep down in the alley, Mac stood confronting a naked baby, an evil spirit, a leftover of Lilth that was on a rampage terrorizing and killing innocents to grow back to its previous power."I said I'm going with unparalleled," Mac repeated himself as Lilith smiled wickedly. "Is good to know you have been awakened, Princess Xulian." Rachel watched from her cage as Sapphira took two steps back, closer to the cage as she prepared a quick spell in case she had to escape with Rachel. With every passing word from Lilith, the sky grew darker as a howl of wind cruised the city. Lilith was converging her powers together, she knew who Xulian was.Before the creation, Xulian had helped the Aryjia create humans, but the Aryjia had got disappointed in the work and blamed Xulian alongside the high God who at the time had been blamed for treason. This was a master plan Iblis had planned ages before, blinding the judges and t
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
Another Angel has fallen! 10,000 years after Iblis' rebellion against the highest order of the gods. A prophecy was foreseen, that a sect of mortal beings will achieve eternity by unholy means and defeat both the dark and holy deities in pursuit of universal parallelism. This was against all gods' and deities' wishes. If at any point the humans who were gods' creation, achieved the so-called divinity and managed to transcend to the higher dimensions, the equivalent of the ethereal realm may break and lead to the apocalypse prematurity. This will cause the highest God's apocalyptic reign to affect the heavens too. A disaster that will wipe out both mortals and immortals. A set of rules was set by the gods under the mountain of Olympus, and a monument was erected with the power of a macrocosm to ensure the balance between the heavens and earth. This had laid peace for over a thousand years before the heavens were suddenly attacked by the watchers who had emerged on the earth. The
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,
[ CONGRATULATIONS! You have awakened ancient Scriber, XULIAN.] [ DAY TILL ACTIVE, 1 ] [ HOST'S CATEGORY, FANTASY SECT ] [ FANTASY ART TIER IS 1 ] [ PLEASE RELAX, XULIAN IS REGENERATING ] [ ... ] 'What the hell is Julian?' Jamie who had just got over the shock, wondered before the voice repeated more sternly. [ PLEASE RELAX, XULIAN IS REGENERATING ] 'What's wrong with my head?' Jamie continued to wonder. He still couldn't comprehend anything, everything was pitch black. Except for the feminine voice, this world was a total cell. 'I did, did, did... I did die?' Jamie Mac breathed slowly relaxing his mind as a booting icon reflected itself in the darkness just where he could see the panel. 'What is booting?' He asked himself again and again narrowing his eyes in the darkness. Nothing made sense until the voice came back. [ PLEASE RELAX, XULIAN IS REGENERATING ] 'Julian?' [ XULIAN, HER NAME IS XULIAN, DUMB-ASS ] 'Oh my, did it answer me?' [ I DID. PLEASE RELAX, XULIAN IS R