Nova was famous as the county with the longest tradition and history.Rumor had it that they possessed a book filled with the secrets of the world, from the beginning to the future.However, not many people were allowed to look at the book.Those who read it with impure hearts would see nothing, but those with pure hearts could glimpse the future, past, and present.Every five years, people from every country would come to seek teachings from the old master, known as Batara Guru, meaning the teacher of gods. But, of course, all of this was an old story.Nowadays, every five years, they recruited 1,000 people from around the world who desired to learn the secrets of everything.Most referred to them as the chosen ones.The only way to gain entry was either through wealth or a government recommendation.The richest men across the globe were willing to send their sons and daughters to become one of the people who knew the secrets of everything.This year, the old academy was opening its
Alex walked to the forest near the lake, carefully choosing a secluded spot.The cool breeze rustled the leaves, as he began to build an A-frame shelter.He found two sturdy sticks, placing them in the ground at an angle to form an "A" shape.With steady hands, he laid a longer stick across the top, then meticulously draped branches and leaves over it for cover.As nightfall descended, the forest grew darker, and the sounds of distant owls and crickets filled the air.Alex worked tirelessly, his breath visible in the cold night air.He struck a match and lit a small fire in front of his makeshift camp, the flames casting flickering shadows on the trees around him.After about an hour of working in the darkness, his simple tent was finally finished, just enough to offer shelter.He pulled out his old military bag, the worn fabric rough against his hands, and took out the emergency food rations.Sitting by the fire, Alex ate in silence, the crackling of the flames the only sound accompa
One student raised his hand. “Sir, it is impossible for humans like us to become gods.”The old man’s gaze was sharp.“Then you can return to where you came from. Don’t waste your time here,” he said without hesitation.“So, does that mean I cannot become a god if I don’t believe?” The student mocked. “Is it all about faith?”“No,” the old man replied. “How can you reach a place you refuse to see? Or how can you arrive at a destination that you deny with every fiber of your being? You’ll be wasting your time. Even if you somehow arrive, you still won’t see it.”The teachings at the academy ended by noon, leaving the afternoon free for everyone to pursue their own paths.Inside the academy, there were two kinds of people.The first were the nobles and the wealthy.They came to learn, but if they failed to reach the top, they used their time to forge connections with other nobles and rich businessmen, planning to build networks that spanned across the world.The second kind were the poo
The old teacher continued his lesson in the amphitheatre, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “There’s a saying from Lao Tzu, ‘The world is a small place; you don’t need to leave home to see everything.’”He paused, letting the words sink in. “Does anyone know why he said that?”One of the students raised his hand and answered, “Because we have the internet?”A few others chuckled at the response.The teacher smiled gently. “Yes, but in the old days, they didn’t have the internet. So how could they see everything?”Silence filled the space as the students, all first-years, struggled to find an answer.“The answer,” the teacher began, “is the heart. The non-physical heart, where your feelings reside. This is the most powerful tool you can use to connect with the divine power. If you understand your heart, you can see everything in this world without ever leaving home.”Another student, skeptical, raised his hand. “I don’t believe it. Can you prove it?”The old man smiled. “Have you
In one of the restaurants inside the Academy, which was bustling, filled with the scents of various dishes, a senior who had spent eight years studying on academy decided to teach his juniors.The warmth of the dining hall contrasting with the coolness of the evening outside.As they having their meal, the senior spoke, his voice carrying a tone of wisdom that had come from years of learning."In the whole existence, there is a God, the True Source of everything. And just as there is a God, there is also a Darkness, with a name that cannot be spoken."The juniors, who was listening intently while having dinner, looked up, curiosity etched on their face."Below God, there are Angels who work to control the whole existence. On the dark side, there are Fallen Angels, just as strong as them," the senior continued."From the True Source side, there are also gods, deities, or spirits. And on the dark side, there are Devils, Titan, Demons, Imps, and all dark creatures. And in the middle of i
Panic spread among the other dark followers.“What happened?” one of them demanded, fear evident in his voice.“The curse... it backfired,” the stricken follower gasped, blood trickling down his chin.“How could this happen?” another follower asked, his voice trembling as he looked at his fallen comrade, dread creeping into his heart.The senior follower added, “If Alex has a more powerful demon or a demon guardian, the demon we sent to execute the curse would be terrified. It would abandon its mission and turn on us instead.”“I don’t understand,” said another junior follower, confusion etched on his face.“Let me put it this way,” the senior explained. “Imagine I give you a knife to stab Alex. But when you approach him, you discover he’s protected by a formidable fighter. The fighter gives you a choice: either die by his hand or return to your master and stab them instead.”The junior’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on him. “So the demon we sent to Alex chose to return and st
One student quickly asked, "Master, how can we connect to the soul?"The old master smiled gently, the lines on his face deepening with wisdom. "There is a teaching from ancient Egypt about how to access the soul," he said, his voice soft yet resonant."And every one of you almost uses it daily."Curiosity sparked in the students’ eyes as they leaned in closer."What is it, Master?" another student asked, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice."Dreams," the master explained."Our body is physical, born from the earth, but our soul is life itself. It is like gods and demons in soul form—non-physical and eternal. When you sleep, you set aside your mind and physical brain. Instead, you operate through your soul.""But dreams are so random," one student murmured, a frown creasing his forehead."The randomness of dreams is always shaped by your desires and your negative emotions," the master replied, his tone now more serious."The more you crave and cling to these desires, the more yo
Alex looked around, his eyes filled with desperation as he took in his surroundings.He was 10 years old and poor, his clothes ragged and filthy, his body a testament to the harsh life he had endured.The streets had been his home for too long, ever since the war had ravaged the land and left him with nothing.Life had lost its value, and he knew this might be his last chance to change his fate.He had heard that the King of Qin would be passing through the area, and if the king took a liking to him or offered him work, he could finally have enough to eat.The thought of a full belly was a distant dream, but one worth risking everything for. The alternative was certain death by starvation.As the royal convoy approached, Alex joined the others, kneeling on the dirt road as the king's carriage drew near.But as it was about to pass him by, something inside him snapped.He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. With a burst of adrenaline, he leapt to his feet and rushed forward, start