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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Chapter 2.1: Apocalypse maker



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Heavy eyes, heavy body, sore muscles. Even though he clearly just woke up, he was as tired as though he hadn’t rest for a full week of pulling all-nighters. A voice coming from the watch on his wrist interrupt his thoughts.

“Doctor Qian, captain Fen said he made a decision.”

“…”

“Please come quickly.”

The voice urged when he didn’t respond. A little disorientated, he sat down on the bed, as much as he could pushing things here and there to have room. He then looked at the device on his wrist and pressed the single button on it, before talking,

“All right, I’m coming.”

The voice coming from his own mouth was that of a woman, even though it was somewhat tired and coarse.

The bedroom he was in was not only confined but quite packed. Even the bedroom didn’t have anymore space. All around him, there were huge crystal containers filled with green liquid and strange animals inside. There were tables by the left, filled with test tubes. On the bed he was sitting, there were many books taking almost al the space. They were about genes’ mutations, genetics, chimeras and so on…. Near him were pen and pencils and a paper that was used not too long ago. More than saying this person went to sleep, it was likely that she fell that she was so tired she fainted while writing!

As he was getting up, he browsed through his mind.

This was an apocalyptic world with zombie themes and evolution. The protagonist of this world was Fu Mei, a young researcher in A Uni’s lab. She was in there when the explosion occurred and particles entered the atmosphere. Debris had knocked her down and she had fainted. When she woke up, the world as she knew it had long changed to one filled with undead walking down the streets everywhere. The story followed her survival as she searched for her friends, family or at the very least any kind of survivor. With a stroke of luck, she stumbled upon Captain Fen’s survival group who taught her some things after she panicked seeing the members summon things like water, fire or wood. She was explained then that some people awakened abilities. Yet, no matter what she ate, nuclei or whatever was its name, there was nothing that she could summon. They were researching a base. It was later, in a critical moment, that it was found that Fu Mei had healing abilities, letting those who had been wounded restored their previous state. It was found too that if she used her power mere seconds after one was bitten or scratched by a zombie, he wouldn’t turn into one. This, however, worked only for humans. So, when her dog got transformed, it served nothing and she had to kill it to save her companions.

Captain Fen’s body, however, was quite unique. When wounded, he could return back to his healthy state without the help of Fu Mei’s healing ability. However, this changing only served his own body, he he couldn’t help his companions. His powers couldn’t be shared.

In these hard times, humanity became worse than beasts, so powers like that were preciously hidden. Nonetheless, no matter the amount of precaution taken, others still discovered both Fu Mei and Fen Xun miraculous healing abilities and both of them were chased everywhere they went. Finally, when some of their groups’ members betrayed them, they were ambushed and brought to M city’s laboratory where reportedly, inhuman tests were done on people. When they tried to break free, the person in charge there killed some of their friends, and threatened to kill the rest if they didn’t cooperate. Claiming that anesthetic would ruin the desire results, these people tortured them in the name of science, not giving them any kind of pain suppressant.

Fu Mei befriended one of the military men there and talked sense into him, going as far as turning back to normally his friend who was bitten and on the verge of transforming. Colonel Rui. With his help, they freed the rest of the people and rescued others, burning down the whole lab and its diverse monsters inside. Together, they constructed a safe base where everyone was treated equally. Captain Fen and Fu Mei ended together while the other boys who fell in love with her just pin on her silently.

Now who was he supposed to be?

He seemed to be Qian Lin. The very woman director of this laboratory, and namely the one given orders around here, the one responsible for said inhuman treatments and tortures. She was the head of researchers and also the reason of this apocalypse in the first place. The villain of the story.

Her fate wasn’t all pretty after Colonel Rui’s abandonment. She was made to test her means of torture, after delighting themselves in her suffering, they broke her feet and let her at the mercy of zombie, dying an agonizing death.


Opening his eyes after absorbing it whole, his mind was clear now: his target was Qian Lin. His identity was that of Qian Lin too, meaning, this time, he was a she.


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1.3

For a couple of worlds now he had remarked, he came when the villain didn’t yet turn into villain, so it was relatively easy. It was the same now too. Satori for now, killed no one. It could have been worse, he could have occupied the body when the person was already sentenced to jail or more. It wouldn’t have been the first time too. Some couple worlds back, he came right when the person was being guillotine. He was only there to feel the pain, nothing more. Other times he came when the person was given the capital sentence, death by electric chair or injection. Worlds were he was given some jail time in comparison were bliss and if he could do something to actually derive away from that fate it was even better.

Since Satori was already in the city, it meant that his mother was already in the hospital.

The reason why this person persistently returned to his mother’s side even though the woman didn’t want him was because she was the only one to look at him in the eye and after her, it had been Midori. When he showed Midori his real face, she didn’t have a repulsive or digust expression but instead touched his face delicately, telling him that he had magnificent eyes. Even if at the beginning, he had been given to her to show around and help as duty because the teacher said so, after she genuinely wanted to befriend this person. Seeing past his frightening appearance, she was indeed worthy of being called the protagonist of the world.

She recognized the beauty of his paintings, his kindness and all his god points. In consequence, he opened his long frozen and pretty much inexistent beating heart to her. A pity his sincere feelings hadn’t been returned. The most regrettable thing was that, in the end, she hadn’t even acknowledged them; just telling him that he was confusing friendship and love because he had so little friends, urging him for that to befriend others.

Satori sighed a little and washed his face, before exiting the toilets, deciding what exactly his next actions were going to be.

The body he was in had yet to kill someone so there was no redeeming to do. Now, it would be good, if there were some things that could be done for this body to be a bit happy. Making his mother acknowledge the fact that she was indeed his mother seemed to be a good thing to put on that list.

After all, it seemed that what the previous owner wanted in the end, wasn’t for someone to fall in love with him but for someone to actually accept his feelings, acknowledged them. He didn’t need them to be returned. He had loved his mother but she was unwilling to even called heself his mother, he had loved Midori but she was unwilling to even called what he felt love. Concerning that Midori too, as far as he could have her stop saying he was confusing friendship with love then his heartache wouldn’t push him to do unreasonable thing and it could be good too. A clean and truthful rejection sounded better than her denying his feelings altogether.

In account of things to do, to have his paintings published seemed excellent too.

His shoes clacking on the floor he kept browsing through the memories, wondering if there were other things that could make him, Satory, happy. After all, now, he was Aobara Satori!

The soul within this body had long forgotten its own name, but each time, he would take the body owner’s identity perfectly to the point where their characters would be his as well. Very little would stay in his mind after he left the world and it seemed with each passing world he was forgetting more of himself than he should. However, he had long decided that it didn’t matter. To keep his own sanity, he fusioned perfectly with the body he was in, their pain was his too, their joy was his, their anger, their faults and even their actions, past and present. He shared everything. That was why their redemption was his too and well as their joy.

Still thinking, he wondered if he should find someone to love? It was the sole thing he wasn’t good at, playing with people’s feelings. It was the only sensation that couldn’t quite be synchronized with his and let him remembered that in the end, he was but an unknown soul in another’s body. If there were missions related to true love, he was, most of the time, ready to forfeit and didn’t mind the punishment which followed.

The punishment he received was like his soul being crushed then burned then cut in pieces and healed, only for the torture to restart. The time it lasted and the pain was proportional to the importance of the tasked he failed to accomplished. And when the task was really important, the punishment was even more crueler.

That didn’t mean that he never loved anyone. It was just that, his love was his own personal affair and if the one he fell in love with happened to coincide with one of the ends to make the villain happy, then it was just that, a coincidence. Since he himself wasn’t sure about his gender, he wasn’t really tied about his partner gender either. He had loved men and women alike in the body of men and women alike.

This Satori, in his life, he had loved only two persons, one was his mother, the other, the protagonist. He was rejected by both, unable to have a maternal love nor a romantic one. Maybe after having a clean rejection from the protagonist it wasn’t necessary to do anything more in view of feelings.

On his final mental list, the new Satori had dressed those four points to attained happiness.

* His mother’s recognition
* His love being ackoledge by the protagonist –aiming for a clear rejection
* His painting been renowned
* Suing the hospital in which he was

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1.2





The timeframe he came to was the third year, when Aobara Satori recently came in this high school. Since it was the third year she was in the city, the heroine was already clothing herself like everyone, she was also in a somewhat unclear relationship with Akeshi, the both had feelings for each other but neither wanted to recognize it. For now, it was a sort of love-hate romance.

The one who pushed him just now was Akai Hisai, the younger, problematic twin brother of Akai Setsuna.  At this stage apparently, the heroine had yet to talk some sense into the guy and his group of friends.

Not long later, the door opened to thirty something man, their professor, who immediately demanded them to reorganize things.

While fiddling with his tools, Satori tried entering his personae completely. Was this time simply a romance school gone awry? Of course not! Since he was here, then this Satori definitely isn’t that kind of saint. He should have or was going to have blood on his hands.

***

In front of the toilets’ mirror, his mask resting not far from his hand, he took in his new appearance. His face seemed to be encased in his head, one eye was lower than the other, his nose was bent to a strange angle. It was… a peculiar sight, added to that the long bangs that was covering his face in an attempt to hide it, it could be seen that Satori wasn’t particularly proud of his face. Concerning his figure, this body was on the fat side without being obese.

Actually, that figure was mostly due to malnutrition. This person, if one was polite would said he had a remarkable physique, if to be honest, for those with lesser courage, it could be consider  quite scary.

The story behind his face wasn’t really all too mysterious or that God wanted to punish him either. Truthfully, he had been normal when in his mother’s womb, however, the one who was in charge of his mother’s delivery was a novice and had it all wrong. A baby was fragile and his bones quite malleable. It couldn’t help but bend at the rough treatment given by that ignorant person who was too prideful to hear the words of the nurse.

After her delivery, when she saw her baby’s face, his mother had shrieked and didn’t want him. She kept claiming that her baby had been changed, that the hospital sold her baby and let her this defective one. There was no father to start with. In the small town, she was forced to take care of her child.

Ashamed of him, she would lock him in the basement. It was quite formidable actually that Satori didn’t lose his sanity –or at the very least not completely.

When one day he ran away and tried to see the world, everyone gasped, shrieked and ran away from him, calling him names. Unbearable one to a small child. Children were unwilling to play with him, adult would gaze at him as though he was a monster, He would be pointed with fingers on the road. He felt like a monstrosity.

He willingly went back to his mother’s house again and she once again locked him.

By the age of thirteen, it seemed the protection of children had been notified of his case and they came to take him away. But no matter which the family they brought him in, those people were unwilling to meet his eyes. When talking to him, they were always looking elsewhere. Even if his mother was always scorning him, at the very least, she would talk to him while directly looking at him. Even if those strangers were trying to treat him better than his mother, he felt that he couldn’t stay with them. So, he was always running to come back to his mother. At the end, the protection of children let him alone, after making sure to have him admit to school and that he wasn’t abuse anymore.

Anyway, as a preteen, his mother couldn’t lock him freely anymore, he was fighting back and unwilling, and she grew scared that he would retaliate when she slapped him. He was given more freedom then. When that same mother who used to abuse him fell seriously sick, the teenager was really frightened and did his utmost to take care of her. Despite that, she would always complain that he wasn’t her child. Human beings weren’t supposed to be scary, she’d say, which womb did he crawl from, the devil? Used to her harsh insults, Satori didn’t even bat an eye anymore and kept on listening as she kept on saying how even his own mother didn’t want him anymore, saddling her with him.

To take care of the ungrateful woman he tried bringing a bit o money with part time job. To not scare people, he had long taken the habit of wearing a mask wherever he went but even like that it wasn’t easy to find one. He tried selling his drawings then. Since little, in that room she locked him in, most of his companions where sketching pads and pencils, drawing utilities. As she was a teacher, when her conscience would flare, she would come and teach him personally-that was before the social services inscribe him in school.

More than once, he had sat himself in front of a mirror asking himself why he had such a face? That children association’s representant had said that for now, they could do nothing about that. Surgery couldn’t be practice on him for the time being. He had to wait for when he could be twenty three at least. He was still a child in his growth, fragile skin and malleable bones, a surgery now wouldn’t be good and since his bones had yet to solidify and develop, a surgery at this moment would have a catastrophic result in the long run.

When his mother’s state got worse, and he thought he would be left all alone in this world, he was contacted by some people who saw his drawing. That was how Satori got in the city. He was recommended to Loah’s art school, a scholarship supporting him and the fact that he was always either first or second in competition helped financed his mother’s stay in the hospital.

Later, even when he would be twenty two, after Midori’s rejection, he didn’t give up on that mother. To finally satisfy the question in his heart, he took a test revealing that he was indeed his mother’s child. But even faced with the results, the woman was unwilling to recognize him and even until her last breath, she was saying that he was definitely not from her womb.

With her death, Satori snapped. He researched the hospital where he was born and every one of the staff paid for his facial deformity.

Well, that was quite heavy.

After those cold blooded deaths he decide to kill the heroine and love her in the after life!

Friday, October 5, 2018

1.1 BL: The ugly admirer





The sensation of falling was the first thing that he registered in his newly transferred mission. Someone had thrust his foot as he was walking briskly and the fall had been heavy. His left side, arm, and leg hurt very much from the contact with the concrete.

“Are you okay?” asked a soft voice by his right side, the person hurrying to him, crouching down to help him up.

Opening his eyes, in front of him was a teenage young girl with curly brown hair and catching green eyes. Her expression was one of anxiety as she tried to lift him up. Not sure what he was supposed to do, he murmured a vague incomprehensible thing, ignoring the hand stretched to him, getting up by himself slowly. As he was doing so, information flooded his mind while he was taking in his surroundings. It seemed to be an art classroom. Several painting tools and tables, no professor in sight, for now, three snickering people at the corner by the door, two others were behind their sketching pad, pretending that nothing was happening. One of them glanced at him over her sketch from time to time. The only one who seemed outraged by what happened was the girl who just helped him, Haruka Midori. She was fiercely glaring at the three boys, stating that she wouldn’t forget to inform the professor of their attitude before glancing at him. From the corner of his eye, he could see that she sighed a little and returned to her own sketching pad.

This was a relatively modern world, modeled as the twenty-first century of the earth. The protagonist was the beautiful teenager who inquired about him, Haruka Midori. Happy go lucky girl from the campaign, she got to study in the prestigious Loah’s art high school due to her talents. When she first started, her clothes were mocked for their fashion, but as the years passed by she got used to wearing modern and more feminine clothing, used to the lifestyle here. She fused so well with her surrounding that it could be thought she lived there her whole life. With her confidence, she shut those who mocked her and her talents let her won any competition thrown her way. In rankings, she was always in the five best students and first when considering just the women. This world was about her struggles to be admired and display the talents that she inherited from her late mother. Along the way, she met Murai Akeshi.

He was the incontestable genius of this school. His mother was an international photographer while his father was a famous painter. Akeshi was almost always ranked number one in the school competitions, inside or regionally. He was quite the taciturn person, a bit difficult to approach even for the always smiling protagonist. They had some shared projects which shortened the distance between them. After a few months of knowing each other and various situations, the young man confessed his solitude and the heavy pressure his name was on him. Midori lent him her ears as he blithely talked. Born in an artist family, it was as though they were waiting for him to be great, as though his results were somewhat expected. From the very beginning, everyone expected of him to always be the first and when he was, they said it was a matter of evidence, and when he wasn't, he would be considered shaming his family. He wasn't praised for his efforts because they considered this as a matter of course.

Midori, who knew how much of a hard worker this person was, consoled him and shared some of her point of views in that aspects saying that no matter what, even if no one recognized his efforts, she, she knew how much work he put on them. She praised him, uttering words his parents failed to pronounce for a long time now. Those words, for him who had so much longed for them, made Akeshi tear up and it was a great mark on how their story developed later.

In the end, those two went to the same university and afterward married each other, having two children, a girl, and a boy two years later.

Another important person to note from this world was Akai Setsuna. For a time, Midori had her heart undecided between Akeshi and Setsuna, making this a love triangle. Where Akeshi was cold and taciturn, this person was sunny and forever smiling. Ultimately though, he couldn't win the girl and had been, actually, the one who made sure those two ended together. He brought Midori to Akeshi when the other was planning to go without as much as goodbye in a different country. Poor lad though had a couple of complicated relationships after that, but nothing that ended good, his longing for his true love ever so present in his sculptures.

Now, who was he supposed to be?

He seemed to be Aobara Satori. The transferee of their final year in high school.  A great genius too, who was as good as Akeshi, actually snatching the first place from time to time. He had somewhat of a round body and a deformed face which made him an excellent target for bullying.

Satori was even more taciturn than Akeshi and was unwilling to talk to anyone. The only person he let in, in the end, had been Midori who persistently showered him with kindness. Ultimately, he fell in love with that woman. However, from start to finish, Midori only saw him as a friend and nothing more. Hearing that, the gigantic painting he did of the protagonist as a love declaration was burnt black without taking the time to show her.

Later on, in his life, due to his face and his inability for social communication, even though he was a good painter, he couldn’t make it his career. There weren’t many salons willing to present his masterpieces.

At the end of his rope and with nothing to lose any more after his mother died, he went on a vendetta against those responsible for his face’s state before turning towards the only person he loved. If he couldn’t have her in this life, he will have her in death, or so he thought. He failed to kill Midori though and in the end, was shot in the attempt to free her. The scene Satori saw as his body was falling to its death was that of Midori running towards Murai. And, from the bottom of his heart, he wished someone would have loved him even if only one-third of how much he loved Midori.

Opening his eyes after understanding the global story, his mind was clear now: his target was Aobara Satori. His identity was that of Aobara Satori too.



Prologue





He had been doing it for a long time that now it became easier, the number of failed times reduced greatly; so much that the last time he failed must certainly be a hundred missions ago. He couldn’t remember his name anymore or his gender for that matter. After a while, he stopped thinking about existential questions and tried getting on with his new identities that changed every single time. What stayed the same and that he was absolutely certain, however, was that he was supposed to locate his target and let him have a good life. If the said target had already committed atrocities, he must redeem him/her no matter what, the redeeming taking priorities over any good life he/she could have. The ideal, though, was to both redeem and let the person have a good life.

It was his punishment.

What did he do to deserve it? He couldn’t quite remember and had long stopped trying. For how long was he supposed to keep going on? That too, was a piece of information if had once been known to him, disappeared a long ago in his mind, buried in the meanders of his memories.

His target was the villains. Consequently, he himself could have multiple identities. He could be the villain, the villain’s friend, his/her lover, loyal dog, sibling, parent… his identities were quite wide and far so long as it was in relation to the villain.

He was transported from world to world without any respite, the information he needed directly imprinted in his soul. His work was easier if he came before the villain did too many horrible things before too many sins had been committed. If he wasn’t lucky enough to enter such settings, then he could just do his best to alleviate it, bring the villain on the correct path, redeem him, and thrive to give him a happy end.

He always set himself to give the other a happy end, no matter what kind of end it may be, and that end, he was doing his best to portray it to how the villain himself would have wanted it.

He wasn’t sure he was happy himself so he always tried to let them be happy at least, if only on his behalf. To be honest, he wasn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart, only the world knew if he was a good person anyway. No, he was doing this by egoism. He needed to focus on something so that he could forget his very own existence. Because once those existential questions came back nagging at the back of his mind again... then loneliness was the least of his worries in this vast sea of existence where no one knew the real him...

It was so easy, if he let himself go, to turn into a fool...



Redeeming And Getting The Villain's Happy Ends

Description :

He was suffering a punishment. Why? He didn’t even know anymore, he stopped asking himself that question and just tried to enjoy the different lives he was given and to fit in the roles he was supposed to play.

Always related to the villain. If not being the villain himself then he was someone close to such a person, a lover, a friend, a cannon fodder, loyal dog of the villain! Never anything else!

His role wasn’t to be villainous though, it was a little harder than that, rather, he was supposed to redeem said villain and give him a happy end.

Years in jail? Check.

Dying to atone for his sins? Check.

Indulging some Morales? Check.

Nonetheless, was it his imagination, or was this person actually following after him for a while now?

Genres: Episodic, Multiple transmigrations

Table Of Contents

Prologue

Arc 1: BL: Ugly Admirer
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10

Arc 2: Apocalypse Maker
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10

Arc 3: Adopted Sister
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10

Arc 4: Neglected Concubine
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10

Arc 5: Illegitimate Daughter
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10

Arc 6: Apocalypse Rebirther
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10

Arc 7: Adopted Son
01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09   10


Epilogue

Chapter 3: Unexpected consequences

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