Life is abundant, but the price to pay for it is also excellent… Arnold is a puppeteer, and this is what he doesn't need.My heart is pounding.With the beating of his heart, Arnold knew he wanted it."The blood of the ancestors Lilith, the first master creator in the history of the first Vampire, 8,000 years ago. "The first woman God created from his lust... the rebel against Adam, the first man of humanity... in Hebrew mythology, mentioned in the study of demons in Babylon, the blood of the bloodthirst. Aru, in Some mythology, maybe even earlier…."I can't refuse this gift.Arnold's mouth raised to smile brightly, his eyes toward Isis and Osiris... understand the meaning of laughter.Both sides don't need to say anything anymore; they understand each other and don't continue to talk." Don't worry too much that these gifts are too precious. In Egypt, we can't use the objects of foreign gods other than Egypt. So you can also consider this protection fee that the Egyptian gods give yo
Arnold shook his head, not giving an opinion at this time. Every time he thought he could hold in the hands of victory… was the same as being beaten up to swollen.So, Arnold didn't believe in promises... he just believed in the result.The so-called grip of the system still makes Arnold nervous.Lilith was the first Vampire ancestor, which may sound simple, but Lilith certainly has the blood of the gods in it anyway.In Jewish epic mythology, Lilith is said to be the first mother of early vampires... to give birth to real killers.In the name of the mother of lust and blood. Bloody madman and depraved, satisfying the purest evil of vampires.The mother of the crime, the beautiful red woman... transformed into her later self, also known as Countess Báthory Erzsébet of Hungary.She's also mentioned as the lust of God, and it's pure lust. The desires of that perversion and madness, if she were to absorb her blood.Would Arnold control his purest lust and thirst in him?Arnold doesn't kn
In one country near the Black Sea border of Bosporus, there was a war between the two major countries to occupy and harvest two gold mines near the edge of the Black Sea, my village in Istanbul, where I was born and raised. Nice and beautiful land, but now what? The war destroyed everything.And I'm dead. On this land.My soul floats in the air, taking the sight of a third man watching the battlefield. The smoke was hazy, surrounded by dead arms, broken legs, incomplete body fragments, and resentment everywhere.The leader's shouts of cheerleaders, the sweet temptation of fantasy: promotion, rise to rank, money calculated according to the odds of killing the enemy, when killing, cut off the enemy's left ear to win the gold prize…It's crazy, how can they be so scary? They're a bunch of demons, demons, looking at human lives like garbage. I even want to make more money. They even went into the homes of innocent people, slaughtered, and cut off the left ear of good men. And mothers, dau
When I came to my senses, I found myself lying in a small, dark space. My head was dizzy, there seemed to be more than a few things I didn't even know. About a freak named Bridget Arnold. A noble. It's like a movie about this person's life from birth to war. It makes me feel like I'm that Bridget, not me in the present. Because he and I have the same name. Let's put aside the groundless doubt, first I have to think about how to get out of here and then go on.Using all my strength, I poked a little bit of what was covering my body with my fingernails. It's soft, but it's very strong, without light or air. But I'm sure I can still live without them, isn't it? The more I check and review, the more I have nothing to say. I think I'm in a giant cocoon. Or maybe I'm getting smaller myself.The more I think about it, the more I trust my judgment. I turned into an insect. But that's not true. If I'm dead, I'd say I'm an insect.I sighed for a moment… My numbers are miserable.Let's see if
"I don't want to be a god, because I want to create a god!""It's easy to say, but can you do that?" The system was so quiet, so shy and angry. Makeup one's mind shouted in a scolding voice, I could at last only try to delay:"You don't understand... I don't want to be stronger... or stronger. Fighting to gain strength... that's not what I want."Remember the sequence of events that happened, and where I came from. Everywhere you go, it's a trauma. Maybe it's because of two memories, two fish. I and two different situations created what I am now. I love simplicity and simplicity. My inner self is now both deep and hard to detect."Where am I? You won't need me anymore?" Aren't we partners?" - The voice system is choking and crying.“Don't cry, don't cry. I didn't say I'd quit. I'm thinking about giving you a proper name. I both on our way." - I quickly calmed down the system. I'm trying to avoid my ears."Really..." "It's more real than gold!" - I patted my chest affirmatively."Wha
Looking at the items that I just filmed, I was very lucky. Yin Yang's eye is a very good thing. It's not wrong.In the past, when I was a puppet, I always felt bad. No matter how much I do, I feel like I'm missing something. I've come to understand, but… Both my father and I made it very beautiful, very sophisticated. But it's incomplete, it's lifeless, it's soulless and it's empty.Maybe Yin Yang's Eye will be a breakthrough in the process of making a puppet that I secretly wanted."Use Yin Yang's Eye." - I close my eyes. Think quietly in your head and give orders.My eyes feel cool very quickly. Suddenly, my head went dark. The headache came unannounced, and the pain felt as if it were penetrating. Oh, my God. Something hard put in, and a lot of strange news came into my head.Eye Yin Ying: To be a Yin Ying master, the first step must be to open eye Yin Yang and see things that ordinary people don't like. I can see it. The Yin Yang master are not always the same, and the power will
"Slap, clap, clap, clap…”Every echo has the orchestra taking place in a room with a small fireplace. I'm working hard, surrounded by woodwork that's done with the molding. I'm gently stretching. Who, give me a yawn. A small body, in the hands of the wooden puppet I'm making. And he took it up to the broom, started cleaning, and the wooden items were all over the place. On the floor. Yesterday, I studied. There are quite a few foreign languages: English, Japanese, and Chinese. Fortunately, the system left a computer in the arcade. This can help me there. It's good to hear and pronounce foreign languages.I don't have a date. A specific time or time, but according to my calculations. I've been in this space for over a year. And we've created six puppets, systematically reaching zero. That's right.Maybe it's because of Va's constitution. It makes me feel no fatigue or pain in my shoulders or back. Every day's work can be done very quickly and accurately. My head is better, too. All r
Japan, in a relatively remote area in a small alley, in a Tokyo apartment complex. I looked around, and no one noticed me coming out of the dead end. "Isn't our store system a little empty? Why don't we choose a place close to the mall or not far from the school?" - I said with a questioning system."That's not necessary. Our store is a special place that no one can enter. Only those who have a connection with our puppet can find a store. Now, if you're free, go to the side store and pack some stuff, and then distribute flyers and posters on the street." The system is whining and complaining. The layout is a lot of work for me."Okay, okay. Come on! It's not a good thing, it's not going to come out for a while. It's evil." - I'm complaining quietly."Huh? What are you talking about?" - The laughing hazard system."Haha." - I laughed for two hours and ran into the store.I opened the door and entered the store. There's no one around in this alley.If there's someone nearby who's payi