Supernatural

“With your own strength, prove the worth of your species.” Without warning, every man, woman, and child was teleported off to fight an endless series of battles. Failure to clear every objective means that humanity shall be purged, or so the Operator claims. But if that is true, why was K sent back in time?

“Who touched you?” he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn’t answer, his voice thundered in the room, “WHO?” The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, “Sir, it was Mr. Reverale,” Damien’s face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. “Bring the man here.” “N-now?” stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn’t broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl’s head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master’s eyes, “Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?” Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. “Damien, are we having a late tea party?” Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. “No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her,” sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a ‘guest’ for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

I belong to a good sect that has never turned its back on me for my poor potential, has never forced me to study martial arts, and even helped arrange a betrothal for me when I was young. My fiancée is a much renowned hot-tempered young miss. She’s beautiful, strong, and deeply loves me. Upon my start down the path of the Jianghu, I entirely relied on her to provide cover for me and before long, I became renowned as the #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path. Yet one day, I discovered that this person is apparently a man. A man in drag! More unforgivable is that he thought I was a woman dressing as a man! Me, as if my liver and guts are being cut to pieces: “Brother, what have you done with my fiancée?” Him, as if a knife has been twisted in his heart: “Brother, what have *you* done with my fiancée?” The waters of the Jianghu are indeed murky. Even if I am starving, even if I’m dying far from home, from this point on, I will not eat even a mouthful of rice prepared by him. —So fragrant.