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[{"title":"Example Post 1","nextPageURL":"/chapter/example-2","prevPageURL":"/chapter/example-2","slug":"example-1","content":"\n\nThe Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The Name that can be named is not the eternal Name. ... The Ruler that can be ruled is not the eternal Sovereign. ... The Life that can die is not the etern... The Death that can live i... The ... Th ... T ... ... .. . SYSTEM FAILURE #321 SYSTEM REGRESSION STARTED BUGS SCANNED: 120014   <hr>   He awoke to a hefty thud echoing, the noise jolting him from darkness.  'Ugh!' He instinctively called out, but no sound escaped his lips. The shout only reverberated inside his mind as he experienced dizziness in his head, overwhelmed as he couldn't remember anything. \"Are you done already, trash? We still have many pointers to teach,\" he heard a voice.   The voice sounded like a young man speaking with a smirk. He cannot see anything even when he tries to open his eyes, but the man can somehow convey his smirk in his words. Or maybe it was his mind playing games.  "},{"title":"Example Post 2","nextPageURL":"/chapter/example-1","prevPageURL":"/chapter/example-1","slug":"example-2","content":"\n\nThe Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The Name that can be named is not the eternal Name. ... The Ruler that can be ruled is not the eternal Sovereign. ... The Life that can die is not the etern... The Death that can live i... The ... Th ... T ... ... .. . SYSTEM FAILURE #321 SYSTEM REGRESSION STARTED BUGS SCANNED: 120014   <hr>   He awoke to a hefty thud echoing, the noise jolting him from darkness.  'Ugh!' He instinctively called out, but no sound escaped his lips. The shout only reverberated inside his mind as he experienced dizziness in his head, overwhelmed as he couldn't remember anything. \"Are you done already, trash? We still have many pointers to teach,\" he heard a voice.   The voice sounded like a young man speaking with a smirk. He cannot see anything even when he tries to open his eyes, but the man can somehow convey his smirk in his words. Or maybe it was his mind playing games.  "},{"title":"My First Post","nextPageURL":"/chapter/post2","prevPageURL":"/chapter/post2","slug":"post1","content":"\nThe Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The Name that can be named is not the eternal Name. ... The Ruler that can be ruled is not the eternal Sovereign. ... The Life that can die is not the etern... The Death that can live i... The ... Th ... T ... ... .. . SYSTEM FAILURE #321 SYSTEM REGRESSION STARTED BUGS SCANNED: 120014   <hr>   He awoke to a hefty thud echoing, the noise jolting him from darkness.  'Ugh!' He instinctively called out, but no sound escaped his lips. The shout only reverberated inside his mind as he experienced dizziness in his head, overwhelmed as he couldn't remember anything. \"Are you done already, trash? We still have many pointers to teach,\" he heard a voice.   The voice sounded like a young man speaking with a smirk. He cannot see anything even when he tries to open his eyes, but the man can somehow convey his smirk in his words. Or maybe it was his mind playing games.  The taunt stirred him right out of unconsciousness. Or at least it tried to, but it was only partially successful, as he felt his body not responding even though he was trying to move.  'When was the last time someone was foolish enough to call him trash?' he seethed in his mind, a flicker of defiance burning, even though he really couldn't remember. 'It was the principle of the matter, not the words.' \"Oi trash, stand up,\" the young man said again with a shove to get him to move. He realized that he was lying as he felt the hard ground under him and the Young Man kicking his legs. At least he was able to feel his feet. Slowly, the feeling of his body returned to him even though he still couldn't move.  For some reason, he felt he was supposed to be angry toward the voice. He didn't know why, though, as the voice sounded unfamiliar. \"Peh, that was pathetic. Barely managed to take five blows.\" he heard a gruff voice. This time, he decided to call him Man. \"Huh? Seems like he got a little dazed with the hit to his head. Really trash!\" the young man said as if being dazed was his fault. He stopped when he got no reaction when he kicked him again.  \"You guys pick him up. Hmm..? Maybe we should take it to our place,\" the Young Man said as his voice got slightly faint at the end. 'Seems they are more likely to take him to their hideout or whatever,' he said, but he still couldn't move his body. \"Yeah, let's teach him more, brother. You know how dense he is,\" another voice said. This time, the new voice was more nasal, but he was surprised that it came from right beside him. He named him Boy as the voice sounded like someone in puberty, but the Boy's words made him want to beat the shit out of him. 'Shut up, bastard!' he shouted in his mind as he raged, hearing a child wanting to beat him up. 'Did his parents not teach him manners' He could understand what was happening. 'He was being bullied,' he assumed as his mind constructed the most likely scenario. As the nausea faded, he opened his eyes, allowing him a blurry view of the world around him. Though the view was unclear, he made out his immediate surroundings. He felt confused since he was lifted by two strangers, but at the same time, he believed he knew them. 'Fuck, what's going on?' he felt weird, disoriented. That was the best way that he could term it. 'Where the heck is this?' Frankly, it should be his first time seeing these guys, but he could tell who they were. Or more like it was on the tip of his lips, but he can't remember. But they felt like they were his enemy. Hate for them swept as an overwhelming feeling in his mind, but he was forced to ignore it. As he was carried by the two strangers, he spotted another boy ahead as he heard him speaking.  \"Asher, Future Vice Councilor of Rosewood Orphanage. What a Joke. Ha ha ha… Nothing more than a punching bag!\" he heard the voice, the same as the Young Man he had heard earlier. The strangers beside him who were carrying him laughed alongside the Young Man. He couldn't focus more on them as he could only open his eyes and not move his head. He was sure one was the gruff-sounding man and the other a teenager. But he focused on the name that he heard. 'Asher. Is that his name? It should be, right? Maybe. It felt wrong. But also right.' He was a little confused by those conflicting thoughts. He saw a blue flash across his eyes while thinking about his name and observing the boys. <div class=\"tbl_of\"> <table style=\"width: 100%;\"> <tbody> <tr> <td> Memory Capsule #1 Initiating </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> </div> As soon as he read those words, a sudden prickling sensation made him feel like something popped into his mind. Slowly, new memories and information appeared in his mind, which made him forget all about the screen as it vanished. His mind only focused on the information relevant to him. First, his name. Asher. Yet he stopped at the name as the feeling of unease grew.  'Guess I will just stick to being Asher for now.' He ignored the odd thought, but he felt a block when he tried to continue reading the memories.  'What the hell is this?? I just got some clues, but now those are blocked, too?! Is the world against me or what!!' Asher shouted in his mind before forcing himself to calm down.  But he shrugged inwardly at the end, as he didn't have time to waste on a name. 'Not like it will help him much,' he supposed. 'It's better if I take stock of my situation.' He tried to look at the surroundings and felt some sensation returning as he felt like he could move his neck a little. He noticed that it was nighttime, casting everything into shadow. They were in a thick forest, with trees surrounding him, walking in a well-worn path through the trees, though he couldn't turn his head to look at the boys carrying him. Slowly, he started getting what his senses were feeling. The biting cold of the night seemed to seep through every layer of clothing, chilling him to the bone. Looking at the trees, he felt odd watching them.  It felt like a long time since he was in a forest, and the forest had trees bigger and thicker than anything he had ever seen. 'Not that he can remember anything before waking up,' he thought. The air around him carried a sharpness; each breath felt like a frosty mist that stung his lungs. Which made him look down at his body a little. When he noticed that his body was bruised, he wanted to spit blood. 'Maybe it's a good thing he can't feel his body,' he considered without realizing that he had just triggered a red flag. As soon as he thought, the sensation of pain swept through his mind, which made him close his eyes. Is this the famous Ignorance is Bliss effect? F**k! I'm going to pay this bastard twice.  His back hurts, his whole body feels like stone, many parts in his body throbbing in pain. It appears like he has been fighting. And losing.  He didn't know why, but it reminded him of a cliché situation in a conspiracy thriller or murder mystery. 'Wait... am I being killed? No, the boy spoke like it was a lesson.'  'Maybe one of those where a Young Master bullies someone lower? Do these guys have some strange taste to go inside in a dark forest?' That was his opinion in his current situation.  'Wait, wait, wait, shit. Did I transmigrate to a different world?!' he thought, remembering the unease he felt. Now that he thought more about it, he was sure he was not Asher. And he remembered the blue screen. But before he thought more about it, a splitting headache suddenly built. As he was sure that he would faint, a sudden flash of a golden screen flashed across his eyes unnoticed by others. <div class=\"tbl_of\"> <table style=\"width: 100%;\"> <tbody> <tr> <td> Memory Capsule #0 Initiating </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> </div> There was the same prickling sensation as he felt something popping in his mind. Slowly, new memories and information appeared in his mind, but these were more familiar. Like he was intimately familiar with these. He instinctively knew that those were his own memories. He started remembering who he was as his memories began returning to him. An orphan boy hopping from one foster home to another. Growing up with no skills or education. Earning minimum wage.  Searching for an escape from his dull life in novels. He was lucky enough that he didn't get into drugs. But his life was not smooth. The sudden World War 3, when he was twenty-five. Forced conscription. The many years it took to become a General. The last thing he remembers was the attack when he was transferred to a war zone and the small snippets of being taken to the nearby hospital. 'Woah! I really did transmigrate to another world.' he was sure as there should be no correlation between his old body and the body of the young man he saw when he checked himself. 'At least he got here by helicopter-kun, then by truck-kun. That would have been embarrassing,' he thought with a snicker, but he soon stopped as a sudden realization flashed across his face.  'Why the hell did that feel like something his eighteen-year-old would have said!?' He remembered that he became emotionless due to the continuous loss of friends around him by the time he became General.   <hr>   [author] Trivia: Jolan has a Fated Destiny so he can retain his position at the Rosewood Orphanage due to their secret. Italics: Thoughts of Character A reading advice: Only character having Surnames or Last name will have major impact on the story. Characters without them will be majorly be used only for current arcs. Get details about the Story in our <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/The_Young_Master_is_the_Last_Villain_Wiki\">Fandom Page.</a> Spoiler Alerts!! 🚨🚨 For <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/System\">World System</a> and <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Cultivation\">Cultivation Realms</a> check out the pages. Checkout the <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Characters\">Character List</a> to see details for you favourite characters. Characters in Chapter: <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Asher_Maximus_Silverstar\">Asher Maximus Silverstar</a>, <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Alissa_Pendragon\">Alissa Pendragon</a>, <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Jolan_Wolfeng\">Jolan Wolfeng</a>, Fencer, Mojo [/author]"},{"title":"My Second Post","nextPageURL":"/chapter/zXuP4H9wIlLD8LEqWSx72Zgrgdbq","prevPageURL":"/chapter/post1","slug":"post2","content":"\n\nThe Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The Name that can be named is not the eternal Name. ... The Ruler that can be ruled is not the eternal Sovereign. ... The Life that can die is not the etern... The Death that can live i... The ... Th ... T ... ... .. . SYSTEM FAILURE #321 SYSTEM REGRESSION STARTED BUGS SCANNED: 120014   <hr>   He awoke to a hefty thud echoing, the noise jolting him from darkness.  'Ugh!' He instinctively called out, but no sound escaped his lips. The shout only reverberated inside his mind as he experienced dizziness in his head, overwhelmed as he couldn't remember anything. \"Are you done already, trash? We still have many pointers to teach,\" he heard a voice.   The voice sounded like a young man speaking with a smirk. He cannot see anything even when he tries to open his eyes, but the man can somehow convey his smirk in his words. Or maybe it was his mind playing games.  The taunt stirred him right out of unconsciousness. Or at least it tried to, but it was only partially successful, as he felt his body not responding even though he was trying to move.  'When was the last time someone was foolish enough to call him trash?' he seethed in his mind, a flicker of defiance burning, even though he really couldn't remember. 'It was the principle of the matter, not the words.' \"Oi trash, stand up,\" the young man said again with a shove to get him to move. He realized that he was lying as he felt the hard ground under him and the Young Man kicking his legs. At least he was able to feel his feet. Slowly, the feeling of his body returned to him even though he still couldn't move.  For some reason, he felt he was supposed to be angry toward the voice. He didn't know why, though, as the voice sounded unfamiliar. \"Peh, that was pathetic. Barely managed to take five blows.\" he heard a gruff voice. This time, he decided to call him Man. \"Huh? Seems like he got a little dazed with the hit to his head. Really trash!\" the young man said as if being dazed was his fault. He stopped when he got no reaction when he kicked him again.  \"You guys pick him up. Hmm..? Maybe we should take it to our place,\" the Young Man said as his voice got slightly faint at the end. 'Seems they are more likely to take him to their hideout or whatever,' he said, but he still couldn't move his body. \"Yeah, let's teach him more, brother. You know how dense he is,\" another voice said. This time, the new voice was more nasal, but he was surprised that it came from right beside him. He named him Boy as the voice sounded like someone in puberty, but the Boy's words made him want to beat the shit out of him. 'Shut up, bastard!' he shouted in his mind as he raged, hearing a child wanting to beat him up. 'Did his parents not teach him manners' He could understand what was happening. 'He was being bullied,' he assumed as his mind constructed the most likely scenario. As the nausea faded, he opened his eyes, allowing him a blurry view of the world around him. Though the view was unclear, he made out his immediate surroundings. He felt confused since he was lifted by two strangers, but at the same time, he believed he knew them. 'Fuck, what's going on?' he felt weird, disoriented. That was the best way that he could term it. 'Where the heck is this?' Frankly, it should be his first time seeing these guys, but he could tell who they were. Or more like it was on the tip of his lips, but he can't remember. But they felt like they were his enemy. Hate for them swept as an overwhelming feeling in his mind, but he was forced to ignore it. As he was carried by the two strangers, he spotted another boy ahead as he heard him speaking.  \"Asher, Future Vice Councilor of Rosewood Orphanage. What a Joke. Ha ha ha… Nothing more than a punching bag!\" he heard the voice, the same as the Young Man he had heard earlier. The strangers beside him who were carrying him laughed alongside the Young Man. He couldn't focus more on them as he could only open his eyes and not move his head. He was sure one was the gruff-sounding man and the other a teenager. But he focused on the name that he heard. 'Asher. Is that his name? It should be, right? Maybe. It felt wrong. But also right.' He was a little confused by those conflicting thoughts. He saw a blue flash across his eyes while thinking about his name and observing the boys. <div class=\"tbl_of\"> <table style=\"width: 100%;\" class=\"w-full\"> <tbody class=\"m-10 bg-sky-900 text-white\"> <tr> <td class=\"space-y-2 p-2\"> Memory Capsule #1 Initiating </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> </div> As soon as he read those words, a sudden prickling sensation made him feel like something popped into his mind. Slowly, new memories and information appeared in his mind, which made him forget all about the screen as it vanished. His mind only focused on the information relevant to him. First, his name. Asher. Yet he stopped at the name as the feeling of unease grew.  'Guess I will just stick to being Asher for now.' He ignored the odd thought, but he felt a block when he tried to continue reading the memories.  'What the hell is this?? I just got some clues, but now those are blocked, too?! Is the world against me or what!!' Asher shouted in his mind before forcing himself to calm down.  But he shrugged inwardly at the end, as he didn't have time to waste on a name. 'Not like it will help him much,' he supposed. 'It's better if I take stock of my situation.' He tried to look at the surroundings and felt some sensation returning as he felt like he could move his neck a little. He noticed that it was nighttime, casting everything into shadow. They were in a thick forest, with trees surrounding him, walking in a well-worn path through the trees, though he couldn't turn his head to look at the boys carrying him. Slowly, he started getting what his senses were feeling. The biting cold of the night seemed to seep through every layer of clothing, chilling him to the bone. Looking at the trees, he felt odd watching them.  It felt like a long time since he was in a forest, and the forest had trees bigger and thicker than anything he had ever seen. 'Not that he can remember anything before waking up,' he thought. The air around him carried a sharpness; each breath felt like a frosty mist that stung his lungs. Which made him look down at his body a little. When he noticed that his body was bruised, he wanted to spit blood. 'Maybe it's a good thing he can't feel his body,' he considered without realizing that he had just triggered a red flag. As soon as he thought, the sensation of pain swept through his mind, which made him close his eyes. Is this the famous Ignorance is Bliss effect? F**k! I'm going to pay this bastard twice.  His back hurts, his whole body feels like stone, many parts in his body throbbing in pain. It appears like he has been fighting. And losing.  He didn't know why, but it reminded him of a cliché situation in a conspiracy thriller or murder mystery. 'Wait... am I being killed? No, the boy spoke like it was a lesson.'  'Maybe one of those where a Young Master bullies someone lower? Do these guys have some strange taste to go inside in a dark forest?' That was his opinion in his current situation.  'Wait, wait, wait, shit. Did I transmigrate to a different world?!' he thought, remembering the unease he felt. Now that he thought more about it, he was sure he was not Asher. And he remembered the blue screen. But before he thought more about it, a splitting headache suddenly built. As he was sure that he would faint, a sudden flash of a golden screen flashed across his eyes unnoticed by others. <div class=\"tbl_of\"> <table style=\"width: 100%;\" class=\"w-full\"> <tbody class=\"m-10 bg-sky-900 text-white\"> <tr> <td class=\"space-y-2 p-2\"> Memory Capsule #0 Initiating </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> </div> There was the same prickling sensation as he felt something popping in his mind. Slowly, new memories and information appeared in his mind, but these were more familiar. Like he was intimately familiar with these. He instinctively knew that those were his own memories. He started remembering who he was as his memories began returning to him. An orphan boy hopping from one foster home to another. Growing up with no skills or education. Earning minimum wage.  Searching for an escape from his dull life in novels. He was lucky enough that he didn't get into drugs. But his life was not smooth. The sudden World War 3, when he was twenty-five. Forced conscription. The many years it took to become a General. The last thing he remembers was the attack when he was transferred to a war zone and the small snippets of being taken to the nearby hospital. 'Woah! I really did transmigrate to another world.' he was sure as there should be no correlation between his old body and the body of the young man he saw when he checked himself. 'At least he got here by helicopter-kun, then by truck-kun. That would have been embarrassing,' he thought with a snicker, but he soon stopped as a sudden realization flashed across his face.  'Why the hell did that feel like something his eighteen-year-old would have said!?' He remembered that he became emotionless due to the continuous loss of friends around him by the time he became General.   <hr>   [author] Trivia: Jolan has a Fated Destiny so he can retain his position at the Rosewood Orphanage due to their secret. Italics: Thoughts of Character A reading advice: Only character having Surnames or Last name will have major impact on the story. Characters without them will be majorly be used only for current arcs. Get details about the Story in our <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/The_Young_Master_is_the_Last_Villain_Wiki\">Fandom Page.</a> Spoiler Alerts!! 🚨🚨 For <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/System\">World System</a> and <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Cultivation\">Cultivation Realms</a> check out the pages. Checkout the <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Characters\">Character List</a> to see details for you favourite characters. Characters in Chapter: <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Asher_Maximus_Silverstar\">Asher Maximus Silverstar</a>, <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Alissa_Pendragon\">Alissa Pendragon</a>, <a href=\"https://the-young-master-is-the-last-villain.fandom.com/wiki/Jolan_Wolfeng\">Jolan Wolfeng</a>, Fencer, Mojo [/author]\n"},{"title":"Chapter 43- Rosewood Councilor","nextPageURL":"/","prevPageURL":"/chapter/zXuP4GJYSUKwigjgBTiuUkiJvWTn","slug":"zXuP4FkOMMAMV80bjYlMdlaSCxBj","content":"\nAsher only shrugged, his response noncommittal.\"Well, you seem perfectly fine,\" Coincilor said with a raised eyebrow when she didn't get any answer from Asher for a minute. \"I heard from Alissa that you've forgotten some memories, but now, I can definitely confirm it,\" she added, her voice carrying a hint of concern.\"Yeah, just a little tidbit here and there,\" Asher admitted, rubbing his neck in fake embarrassment. 'Not really. But I can't exactly tell about the system…'\"You don't remember the rewards for becoming Vice Councilor, do you?\" the Councilor probed further.\"Ah, no... I can't say I do,\" Asher confessed, his tone reflecting a mix of confusion.\"Then why did you preemptively attack Jolan?\" the Councilor asked, her voice tinged with confusion.\"I just stopped being passive... and that bastard had it coming for a long time,\" Asher declared righteously.\"Can't deny that,\" the Councilor conceded, but she quickly returned to the main topic, \"I was going to offer you a way to your family.\"\"What?!\" Asher exclaimed, his voice full of surprise and a hint of suspicion. 'Is that the reason Asher fought this much?'\"I know one of the secret entrances your family used to contact the outside world,\" the Councilor revealed, her voice steady.'She doesn't seem to be lying' Asher thought.\"For that path to open, Jolan's usefulness had to end. He is becoming more of a thorn,\" she explained looking at him getting excited a little, pausing to let the information sink in.'Is that the reason the bastard is targeting him that much?'\"Oh, and there's also an artifact that could aid you, potentially granting powers to help you,\" Councillor Rosewood mentioned, her words as if selling cheap drugs.Asher's mind raced, searching for the most likely answer. 'I already have a support Artifact that she knew, so it must be in line with Attack or Defense.'Asher leaned forward, as he asked. \"What kind of powers are we talking about with this artifact? And what's the catch?\"Councillor Rosewood smiled thinly, looking at this changed Asher, \"The powers are... substantial. Enhanced strength, perception beyond normal bounds, perhaps even manipulation of elements.\" \"As for the catch,\" she paused, her expression turning solemn, \"it demands a piece of your soul. A small price for such gains, don't you think?\"\"What a part of the soul? Is it a Soul Artifact?\" Asher asked as he didn't want anyone to have something connecting his soul.\"Yes, but don't worry. No one control's it actually. It is something similar that you will do if you return to your family, just ahead of time\"\"And the Artifact, is it something System-related?\" Asher ventured, playing his hunch.He didn't know much about it but he was sure that the Councillor have a system.He wasn't certain, but he suspected the Councillor was talking about the system.Her facade cracked a little, surprise and suspicion flickering across her features. \"Where did you hear that? Did Alissa tell you?\"\"So, Alissa knows about the system but didn't tell Asher,\" he mused internally, narrowing down the reasons to two possibilities. Either she learned it from the family, or she acquired the knowledge when she became Vice Councillor. The latter seems more plausible.\"And the secret entrance, how exactly do I find it?\" Asher pressed his curiosity about the evrything he can get his hands on.\"It's hidden, only accessible to those who have powers and money to hire them,\" she explained, her eyes locking with his, a secret hidden in her gaze.'And you have the power and resources to hire Mercenaries? What could the Orphanage possibly need them for?'Asher's mind raced as he contemplated how to maximize the situation to his advantage. \"And you believe I can handle whatever is thrown my way?\"\"More than anyone else I know,\" the Councillor affirmed, her confidence in him evident.\"Let me guess, it's my destiny?\" Asher queried, his tone lightly mocking, observing her for any tell-tale reaction.\"What, no. Why would you say that?\" the Councillor responded, but Asher noted her slight twitch, a giveaway.But Asher's thoughts soon drifted to past iterations, as he began to hypothesize the situation further. 'Asher must have acquired a system that helped him counteract the poison.'Before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, the system message flashed before his eyes, interrupting his train of thought.<div dir=\"ltr\" align=\"center\"><table class=\"w-full\"><colgroup><col width=\"667\"></colgroup><tbody class=\"m-10 bg-sky-900 text-white\"><tr><td class=\"space-y-2 p-2\">Memory Capsule #4. Open??</td></tr></tbody></table></div> 'Oh, come back, did you?' Asher thought inwardly upon seeing the message, speculating. 'Guess you're about the Councilor or Rosewood Orphanage.'\"Well, give me a minute, I will tell you,\" he announced, settling into the chair. He opened the capsule, deliberately ignoring the Councilor's reaction, signifying his momentary disregard for her authority.'Well, she want something from him and he can be a little disrespectful as he is not in much requirement of a system just only the the coordinates and that too can be handled by Alissa right?'Asher contemplated his position. 'She wants something from me, but I'm not desperate for a system—just the coordinates, which Alissa could provide, right?' This thought emboldened him, affirming his leverage in this negotiation.As he started seeing, he was once again given a sequence of events in its audio, visual and sensory form. The recollection began with his dealings with the Councilor, tracing back to his initiation as Vice Councilor. Asher was led to the basement of the main building, where he saw a glowing artifact suspended above a pedestal. Although he didn't witness how exactly he gained the system firsthand, he conceptually understood he had acquired it. 'Still hiding, huh?' he thought, recognizing the deliberate omission in his memory.Last time with Alissa when he gained the third capsule, he always thought it odd. He didn't understand how Asher would have confronted Jolan and the Elder. It seems that it was all due to this supposed power-up.As the memory fast-forwarded, he came to know the bastard behind Jolan. He was not sure whether he should laugh or cry to see it was the same Elder from the family.'Of course, they were involved. Who else would back Jolan against me if not someone from my own bloodline?' he contemplated, the realization both answering and raising questions.The memory did not end with the revelation about the Elder. It skipped ahead, directly aligning with the day he learned he would be departing. He was in this very office, receiving details about the hidden entrance: Blufield City, Calamity Auction House, accompanied by the secret codec to decipher the correct passcode for any given day.As Asher was coming back from the memory trip, he felt his consciousness being pulled elsewher. A momentary wave of panic washed over him, but he soon calmed as new memories started to appear inside him. <div dir=\"ltr\" align=\"center\"><table class=\"w-full\"><colgroup><col width=\"667\"></colgroup><tbody class=\"m-10 bg-sky-900 text-white\"><tr><td class=\"space-y-2 p-2\">Rosewood Orphanage. Directly Under the Rosewood Family. Sub-Ordinate Family of the Mercenary Family.Main Task: Capturing Discarded Seedlings for the Family Sub Task: Siphoning Fate from Orphans.Codecs#2: Assimilating…Codecs#32: Assimilating…</td></tr></tbody></table></div>Looking at the information, Asher couldn't help but laugh as new information started appearing in his mind. 'Rosewood Orphanage. His family sure is criminal.''Rosewood Orphanage... Directly under the Rosewood Family,' he thought to himself, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. 'A subordinate family of the Mercenary Family, tasked with capturing discarded seedlings for the family and siphoning fate from orphans.'As the codecs assimilated, revealing the layered complexity of their operations, Asher's laughter grew. It was a sound tinged with bitterness and disbelief. The Orphanage, an institution ideally symbolizing hope and new beginnings for the lost and the forsaken, was exploited as a hunting ground by his family—a Mercenary Family that grew its ranks by preying on outsiders.'How do you think a Mercenary Family grows? By taking outsiders. And the best material? Get all the exiles. And where are these exiles found? Orphanages,' Asher articulated the cruel logic, his voice laced with sarcasm. 'And those who are righteous or demonic? Suck them dry.'This dark revelation about the Rosewood Orphanage not only unveiled the depths to which his dysfunctional family would stoop for power but also reminded him about the world he was in. Asher was entangled in a world where life was the currency of the powerful, and destinies were traded like commodities.\n"},{"title":"Chapter 42- Livia","nextPageURL":"/chapter/zXuP4FkOMMAMV80bjYlMdlaSCxBj","prevPageURL":"/chapter/zXuP4H9wIlLD8LEqWSx72Zgrgdbq","slug":"zXuP4GJYSUKwigjgBTiuUkiJvWTn","content":"\n\"Asher! What have you gotten yourself into now?\" It was Alissa, her tone a mix of annoyance and concern as she quickly made her way over to them.Asher turned, a small, guilty smile forming despite the situation. \"Hey, Alissa... It's not as bad as it sounds, really.\"Alissa crossed her arms, her expression softening slightly, but her stance remained firm. \"Not as bad? I heard you turned breakfast into a brawl. Do you think that's not a big deal?\" she scolded.\"I didn't start it,\" Asher defended, trying to downplay the incident. \"Things just... got out of hand.\"Alissa huffed, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown that didn't quite reach her eyes, betraying her concern. \"But Jolan is not just anybody, Asher...\"Asher give her a thumbs up, knowing she had a point. \"Hey! I know, I know... I'll be more careful.\"\"You better be,\" Alissa said, her voice softening, and she took a step closer, her previous annoyance melting into something that looked like pride. \"But, you know, it's not all bad, Asher. I've noticed you've changed... for the better.\"Asher blinked in surprise. \"Really? You think so?\"\"Yeah,\" Alissa nodded, a smile playing on her lips. \"You're standing up for yourself more. Just... try to be more careful, okay? We don't want you getting hurt or into serious trouble.\"\"You don't have to worry about that,\" Asher said, patting his chest.\"Just remember, if you ever need backup, I'm here. Not that you need it, apparently,\" she teased suddenly.\"I'll remember that,\" Asher said, his smile growing wider. \"And I'm lucky to have a friend like you.\"Alissa quickly turned her head away, her cheeks flushed. \"Don't make it a big deal. Just... keep doing what you're doing. But safely,\" she added quickly, her concern for him clear despite her attempts to hide it.Before Asher could add anything more, Alissa turned back to him, her expression shifting to one of seriousness. \"Well, Jolan's girlfriend is around, so take care, alright?\" she warned, emphasizing her concern with a stern look.\"Of course, she is here,\" Asher said with a groan, his eyes rolling, but he noticed they were already in front of the Councilor's office.In the anteroom, where the secretary desk was positioned, sat Jolan's girlfriend. It was Asher's first encounter with her since his unexpected arrival in this world, and her presence was impossible to ignore.She looked serious and very much in charge, quickly glancing up at Asher with a look that made him feel like she was sizing him up.Alissa nudged Asher gently, whispering, \"That's Jolan's girlfriend. Just keep it cool, okay? We're here to smooth things over, not stir them up further.\"She was undeniably beautiful, in a distinct way, not so much as Alissa or Xinyue, but like Tanya. Her hair was neatly arranged, framing her face in a way that accentuated her sharp eyes and high cheekbones. She was dressed impeccably, her outfit a perfect blend of professionalism and style.'She really knows how to make an impression,' Asher mused to himself, 'too bad that impression vanishes as soon as she opens her mouth.'As Asher and Alissa approached, Jolan's girlfriend looked up from her paperwork, her eyes locking onto Asher.Her gaze sharpened as they approached. \"Heard you're quite the troublemaker, Asher. Let's hope the Councilor can 'straighten' you out,\" she taunted, her tone icy, dripping with disdain.Before Asher could react, Alissa stepped forward, her tone was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. \"Enough, Livia. We're not here to play games or exchange barbs. Is the Councilor ready for us?\"Livia's expression faltered momentarily, surprised by Alissa's directness. It had been a long time since Alissa defended him this much. She usually would let Asher handle his afffairs to teach him.\"Yes, she is,\" Livia replied, her tone clipped, the earlier tone getting frosty as if it was not already. \"But only Asher is allowed inside.\" As Alissa began to protest, Livia cut her off, \"The Councilor specifically requested Asher. No one else.\"The air thickened with tension as Alissa and Livia locked eyes, starting a staring contest.'Aren't you fighting too much for me? Where did that come from?' Asher wondered, taken aback by Alissa's protectiveness.Their silent battle of wills might have continued, but Asher, sensing the escalating standoff, decided to ignore it and walk into the room.\"Let's not make this a bigger issue,\" Asher said, stepping between the two. \"I'll go in and speak with the Councilor. Alissa, wait for me here?\"Alissa, after a moment, nodded reluctantly, her gaze still locked with Livia's, but Asher had already turned towards the door. Asher raised his hand and knocked firmly on the heavy wooden door of the Councilor's office. A moment passed, before a clear, mature voice from within called out, \"Come in.\"Pushing open the door, Asher stepped into a room that felt like a world apart from the tension-filled corridor he'd just left behind. The office was warmly lit, shelves of books lining the walls, and the air carried the scent of aged paper. He noticed the Councilor standing by the glass pane, gazing outside. Her back was turned to him, revealing only her silhouette.'Not bad,' Asher thought unbidden, then immediately chided himself. 'Am I really getting swayed by hormones now?'He was slightly relaxed as Asher didn't have much of strong feeling for this woman. And he can see that see was putting on an act. \"You bashed Jolan's head in front of everyone?\" the Councilor asked without turning around.\"Yeah, just a small skirmish,\" Asher responded lightly.\"I know I told you to remove him from the Vice Councilor position, but did you have to do it so recklessly, in public?\"\"Huh, what?\" Asher replied, confusion lacing his voice. 'What? When did that happen?''That damn system!' Asher's frustration mounted, suspecting the system was manipulating events. 'What's the count now... at least three?'He contemplated leaving the whole charade behind but sighed, resigning himself to the unfolding drama.\"What do you mean 'what'?\" Miss Elina said, her composure faltering as she turned to face him, her act momentarily broken before she regained control.\"Ah, nothing. It seems I have... some memory gaps, I think,\" Asher said, thinking on his feet.\"Do you now?\" She gave him a scrutinizing look.Asher felt the weight of her spiritual sense scanning him, and a new message flashed across his vision.<div dir=\"ltr\" align=\"center\"><table class=\"w-full\"><colgroup><col width=\"667\"></colgroup><tbody class=\"m-10 bg-sky-900 text-white\"><tr><td class=\"space-y-2 p-2\">Host Fate Scan Detected. False Fate Generated!Scan Permission by User #523sajnifefewubg-wfww-432 - Granted</td></tr></tbody></table></div>Asher was really confused looking at the screen for a few seconds. 'What the hell do you mean by 'Fate'!?' Asher shouted in his mind, feeling he was getting smacked.Even though he was upset, the system was still working and his mind began to fill with new information about Fate. Fate. It seemed that Fate became a thing when the Universe gained a consciousness. Before it, the Universe worked on only the Laws that it was created under. But as the Universe gained his consciousness, it directed the direction of its progress and set Points in the Timeline, making certain events almost certain to occur. They have momentum and can't be changed easily. Those are what is called Fate.For example, there was a story about a hero who was meant to defeat a demon king. This hero's victory was planned by the Universe long before the hero was even born.Understanding all this didn't make Asher feel any better, especially when he learned that the Councilor might have the ability to see bits of the future, or Fate, involving him.Looking at the Councilor, she seemed very calm and in control, as if she was carefully watching him and expecting him to say something important.Asher thought to himself, ' But I won't fall for it.''Nah, she is just sweating me a little, trying to make me nervous and get me to slip up.' Asher thought as he realized the silence by her. 'Just wants me to confess something? Hell no!' \n"},{"title":"Chapter 41- Summoned","nextPageURL":"/chapter/zXuP4GJYSUKwigjgBTiuUkiJvWTn","prevPageURL":"/","slug":"zXuP4H9wIlLD8LEqWSx72Zgrgdbq","content":"\n\"Curiosity, huh? Never mind that, Now that I've shared some of my problems, I remember we never did talk about your problem, right? Wanna tell me what it is?\" Asher asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern, wondering if it was related to Cultivaton.'Of course, it's related to Cultivation, what else it would be to' Asher thought.Xinyue's expression flickered—a storm of hurt and gloom briefly darkened her features.\"I mean, you don't have to if you're uncomfortable...\" Asher quickly backtracked, his tone softening.\"Huh? No, I... I was just surprised. You've caught me off guard with your question,\" Xinyue said, her voice a mix of surprise and mild defensiveness, pausing as she searched for the right words. \"We normally don't talk about our personal lives... But maybe another time.\" She shifted uncomfortably. \"Don’t change the topic. Tell me about the memories you've awakened?\" Xinyue asked changing the topic.\"So, what type of memory almost made you kill yourself?\" Xinyue asked, her voice a little excited.Seeing her excited, Asher decided to share his lie that he had told Alissa. \"Hey, so umm, I have been poisoned, you know for like 3 years\".  \"What? When did you start getting poisoned?\" Xinyue leaned in, her eyes widening with concern and intrigue.So, Asher told her a shortened version of the scene, watching her reaction closely.\"That's pretty messed up, using your own guardians... That guy sure has some nerve,\" Xinyue said, her tone a mix of admiration and disdain.\"Do you want my help to deal with him?\" Xinyue offered.\"I don't know, I will ask Alissa but I don't think we will\" Asher said.\"So let me continue, When the posion reached a critical point, the Locket seemed to break some of its conditions and share its knowledge,\" Asher said, mixing the timeline a bit.\"It was an inner energy management technique to show explosive strength or speed.\" Asher said wanting to see her reactions\"Only that…\" Xinyue's initial disappointment flickered across her face, a stark contrast to Alissa's reaction. Noticing Asher's look, she quickly added, \"I mean, it's good for you.\"'So an technique to increase strength and inner energy is quite common.' Asher thought reading Xinyue reaction.\"But then why... did you have to go to such extremes? Did you try to bring the Spirit?\" Xinyue asked, her impatience creeping into her voice.\"I was getting into it… And no, I don't why the spirit was there. So the main reason was to remove impurities through blood…,\" he said, his voice trailing off as he sensed her understanding.\"Ah, that's reasonable, You got impurities but they were at  the level that the your Locket helped, so it must be quite serious right? Thats why you do it in infirmary\" she queried, her curiosity piqued yet again.\"Did your fight agitate you that the poison reacted?\" Xinyue muttered. But before she can say anything else paused as Elder Su appeared before them.'' Asher thought as he felt Elder Su glance toward him.Elder Su suddenly came in, looking serious. \"Sorry, Princess, but Captain Darius is here,\" she said, eyeing Asher as if he was the reason.Xinyue, surprised, asked, \"Huh? Why is the Captain here?\" But then, catching Elder Su's meaningful look,  she stopped as if she realized something. \"Well, invite him in,\" she said, her curiosity piqued.\"You did something stupid, didn't you? I should've known when you arrived with Elder Su without any scratch,\" she sighed, half annoyed, half amused at Asher.\"Princess, my apologies for the intrusion,\" Captain Darius began, his voice polite but firm.\"It's no trouble. I understand it's part of your responsibilities,\" Xinyue responded gracefully, trying to maintain a formal air.Noticeing the shift in Xinyue's demeanor, Asher felt his mouth twitching. 'You wouldn't even believe that this girl is an over excited nerd who likes to read fairy tales. Jade beauties sure are unfathomable.'Captain Darius then turned to Asher with a less friendly tone. \"Brat, you really know how to stir up trouble, don't you? Couldn't you wait until the Councilor's meeting before causing a scene?\"Asher acted taken aback. \"The Councilor wants to see me?\" he asked, not really surprised.\"Last time, she was just asking for you,\" Captain Darius replied, his eyes narrowing. \"Now, you've been summoned because of your earlier antics.\"Xinyue couldn't help but interrupt, curious and concerned. \"What behavior?\" she asked, finding it strange that Asher would be summoned for acting out. Usually, trouble found him, not the other way around.Captain Darius explained, \"He slammed Jolan's head into a table and broke his nose at breakfast.\"\"What?! You did what?\" Xinyue couldn't maintain her composed facade, her surprise breaking through. She quickly looked Asher over, as if checking for injuries. \"You don't seem hurt, though.\"Asher felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation. 'Does she expect me to get beaten up every time something happens?' he wondered as he thought about his reputation.\"Of course, I'm not hurt,\" Asher replied, trying to brush off the comment. With a hint of reluctance, he added, \"Let's go, Captain Darius. I suppose we shouldn't keep the Councilor waiting.\"Before leaving, Asher turned to Xinyue, \"I'll come back after my meeting with the Councilor, if that's okay.\"\"It's no problem,\" Xinyue said, her voice returning to its usual calm. — As they left Xinyue's place and walked through the busy hallways of the council building, Asher couldn't keep quiet any longer. \"So, what's the big deal with what I did to Jolan? Was it really that serious?\" he asked Captain Darius, looking for some hint.Captain Darius gave him a look that was a mix of stern and a little understanding. \"It's not just the fight, Asher. Jolan is pretty important, and you've caused a problem at a bad time,\" he explained, keeping his voice low as people passed by them.Before he can ask more about it, a familiar voice cut through the noise of the hallway.  \n"}]