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
The old master, noticing Alex’s bewilderment, smiled knowingly. "I wanted to show you," he said, "that the memory of the soul is much clearer than the memories of your brain. ““When you access the memories of the soul, you can see everything in vivid detail. The soul records memories in the aether, where they last forever, captured with a perception that transcends the physical."Alex nodded slowly, still trying to process what he had just experienced. It was more than a memory; it was as if he had truly lived those 49 years.The old master stood before his students, his eyes full of quiet wisdom. "Has anyone here successfully accessed their soul memories?" he asked, his voice carrying an air of mystery."I will grant a special gift to those who have."Silence followed his question. No one raised their hand. Alex, though he had experienced more than he could explain, kept his hand down too.He didn't want to stand out, knowing that drawing too much attention could lead to problems, a
"Master, where is this place?" Alex asked, glancing around the enormous library with endless shelves and countless books."This is the place what people refer to as the Akashic Records," the Master replied."But the truth about this place is far more than that. This is the Plane of the Planning Dimension, where fate is woven, past records are preserved, and all possible futures is stored."Alex's eyes widened. "How can I access this knowledge, Master?""In this universe, always remember—there is never a free lunch," the Master said, his gaze steady."Everything comes at a cost. In our world, we use money to buy books or information. But here, in this realm, 'energy' is the currency."The Master paused, letting his words sink in. "In the past, people would sacrifice their life energy just to glimpse a few lines of the secrets of the heavens," he continued with a faint smile."But now, we can use our hearts to access the True Source Love or the source energy of everything, the Creator's
Alex suddenly found himself back in the amphitheater.The old master had guided him through the Akashic Records, revealing knowledge that seemed endless for a hundred days of intense training.Yet, when he glanced at the clock, only ten minutes had passed in the real world.The old master opened his eyes, slowly surveying the gathered students."Is there anyone who reached the Akashic Record realm?" he asked, his voice echoing.Maladin raised his hand. "I reached the realm, sir, where there's a vast library full of books."The old man nodded approvingly. "Yes, you are correct."The students broke into applause as Maladin stood, showing off his arrogant face.Maladin then turned his attention to the rest of the group. "In this batch, Alexander Kingsley was said to be the smartest of his time, but it seems like he is nothing."Alex looked at the old man and used telepathy—a soul-to-soul communication that allowed them to exchange thoughts rapidly.“Did he arrive at the Akashic Record pl
Alex looked at Eva. She was beautiful, perhaps one of the most breathtaking women he'd ever seen.Her beauty was only matched by her wealth, as she was the richest woman in the Empire since the Sharp family had been granted the exclusive rights to do business with ex-Draconia,ex- Aslan, and the Empire itself.This made her not only wealthy but also the most sought-after woman in the entire Empire.Before Alex could respond, Joseph walked up to them, his expression stern. "Eva, do you know this man?"Eva’s voice was laced with anger as she replied, "Yes, he was fired from the military and later became my sister’s bodyguard until a year ago, when he ran away with Crystal Gavin."“Gavin the traitor?” Joseph’s eyes narrowed. "You betrayed the Empire by supporting the traitor!""And you betrayed my sister!" Eva added, her voice shaking with emotion.Alex shrugged nonchalantly, “Alright, can I go now?”“No!” Eva’s grip tightened on Alex’s hand, her eyes flashing with fury. "You cannot run a
Alex turned at Eva. "What, do I need to use charm to get these two? One's a broke princess who always comes around for free food, while the other isn't much different—comes to eat and sleep. They're just losers."Eva glanced around, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.What Alex said wasn’t far from the truth.Janica, the second princess, had a reputation that she was constantly bullied by her elder sister, Princess Atossa.And then there was Lucy Southerland. She wasn't a first princess either, and her notoriety as the "Sleeping Beauty" who was too lazy to lift a finger kept people at a distance.“So, this is the camp of losers,” Eva finally managed to say. “Fake Alexander Kingsley, a second bullied princess, and an unwanted princess. Well, it makes sense now.”“Same with you,” Alex added. “You're the black sheep of the Sharp family, always looking for trouble—not like Ava. That’s why they sent you here, right?”Eva's face flushed red. His words hit too close to home, striking a nerve she
“Find him!” Maladin yelled, his voice laced with panic, commanding his men with growing desperation.Yet, one by one, his people were struck down, their agonized moans echoing through the forest.“All of you are useless! How can you lose to just one person?” Maladin’s anger flared as he barked out his frustration.“But he moves so fast,” one of his men stammered.“He’s hiding between the trees,” another added, fear evident in his tone.Suddenly, a man was hit squarely by a stone, the impact sending him crashing to the ground.The confusion spread like wildfire, and from the initial 200 soldiers, their numbers dwindled rapidly, until only about 80 were left standing.The rest, nearly 120 men, lay on the ground, groaning in pain.In the midst of what was supposed to be a straightforward battle, Maladin began to realize that even 200 men might not be enough.“He’s ex-military,” Maladin muttered. “He must’ve learned how to fight in the forest. We must get out from the forest.”Just as des