Multiverse: by Nick Venomz (best books to read for beginners .txt) 📕

“Well you must be hungry, so follow me to the cafeteria. We’ll serve you a nice and hot lunch.” She said. She beckoned her to follow. Angelica nodded and followed Sister Marie to the cafeteria, Tasu tagging along. 

In a few moments, they reached the cafeteria---which was filled to the brim with orphans of varying ages and races. Elves, humans, werewolves, beastkins, and every other race co-existed in the cafeteria---except for vampires. Some kids wore tattered semi-intact clothing while others wore bare minimum in shoes and shorts only. 

As they entered, an argument broke into a food-throwing fight. One kid grabbed a sandwich and threw it at the kid he was arguing with. The kid repaid the favor by throwing his milk carton at him. This then broke into a food-throwing fight as kids from every table threw their food at each other. The nearby sisters tried to intertwine but they were pelted with cartons and other items. 

“Tasu, do you mind getting Tessa and Nate and keeping the kids under control? The other sisters seem to be struggling.” Sister Marie said.

“Got it,” Tasu said. He then rushed off and collected his friends, planning out a way to stop the food fight.

“This is Greenfire?” Angelica asked, staring at the horrific food fight.

“Yes, an orphanage with over 200 kids. This orphanage has a garden in the core which serves as a morale raiser and a very important aspect of Greenfire. However,” She stared at the piles of wasted food, “today, they’ve been acting up.” Sister Marie explained.

“W-Why… Why did that boy save me?” She asked.

Sister Marie let out a sigh. “Tasu is the type of boy who would never leave someone in pain or suffering. He always wants to make sure everybody is well taken care of. He doesn’t discriminate against any person for their race… even a vampire.”

Angelica tensed up and her fingers balled up. She bit her lip and her hands started shaking. “Don’t worry, I have no resentment towards vampires. Neither do any of the other sisters as we devote our lives to helping orphans, no matter the race.” Sister Marie told her. She then leaned in and whispered, “make sure you use your magic to hide your horns and tail. Only Tasu and I know about your background, so don’t tell anyone else about it.”

Angelica nodded, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. Her tears rolled down her cheeks. Everybody treated her as a monster and never as a girl or a proper person. It was breathtaking. 

A glass cup shattered, the shards flying in every direction. “Oh my, another fight.” Sister Marie said.  She rushed over towards the food line where Tasu, Nate, and Tessa faced off against four human orphan boys. “Separate them!” She shouted. Unfortunately, none of the sisters could get close enough to prevent the face-off. 

“What’s happening?” Angelica whispered, racing to her side.

“Tasu is famous as the fighting champion. Those kids must be here to try to take the title.” Sister Marie whispered back. “They’ve been doing this countless times already. No matter what, Tasu has beaten them without any help from Tessa or Nate. He’s the strongest one here aside from the director.” Angelica’s eyes lit up. She watched as both sides held a stalemate with neither side chancing the first attack.

TBC... 

Kane---a young man with brown hair and emerald eyes---got his first girlfriend at twenty six-years-old. His girlfriend, a blonde beauty named Holocene. She had skin as white as a ghost with beautiful deep blue eyes, grabbing your attention and stealing it. She was a natural beauty in all departments. Kane, on the other hand, could be described as a dorky nerd. He was overweight by twenty pounds for his age. He also lacked a sense of fashion, only wearing a tee-shirt with baggy jeans and worn-out sneakers. This didn’t help him in the eyes of others, but Kane ignored them because Holocene loved him for that. 

Knowing that she loved him, he did the best for her. He worked long shifts and spent almost all of his money on her, believing that was what she wanted. However, he soon learned that she didn’t love him. Instead, he had been feeding a gold-digger that only needed him for his money. She only cared about money and not his feelings.

Unbeknownst to him, Holocene had been flirting with Toraku---his best friend---and swayed him to her side. With Toraku nipping at her heels, she convinced him to put a bullet into his best friend. He went with the plan, putting a bullet in Kane’s head and dumping her in a nearby river without a second thought. 

The police arrived a few days after he was reported missing, but they found no evidence that connected Toraku or Holocene to his murder. The case then grew cold as they had no suspects, leaving Kane’s death a mystery but with a few people theorizing that Holocene was behind it. However, they lacked any concrete evidence, leaving it as theories.

Kane knew everything from Holocene’s manipulation to her reason for killing him. She was simply bored with him, moving on to her next boyfriend. She was terribly sick in the mind, but what could Kane do about it. He was in the afterlife, looking down at the world as Holocene lived her life perfectly without a shred of regret, which infuriated him. She was living her life without him. 

The god Achilles heard of Kane’s situation, deciding to pity him and grant him a second chance. Kane’s soul was the only thing that ascended into heaven, discarding his mortal body. Without a body, Achilles decided to give him a new one. The only catch was that he needed to kill both Holocene and Toraku, sending their souls to hell while Kane’s soul could stay in heaven. His soul would then reincarnate into a better life and as a different person living a better life.

Knowing the catch, Kane furiously agreed, determined to kill Holocene and Toraku using his second chance at life. He was filled with revenge.

Achilles sent him back to the world with a new identity. He now went by Kiran Salvatore, pretending to be a traveling merchant. His body was no longer his old one. He was slim with a skinny but tone frame. He no longer had his brown hair, switching it out for night-black hair that dipped in front of his eyes, partially blocking them. His emerald eyes remained the same but were brighter than his old ones. 

Now with a new identity, he decided to attack Holocene but was prevented by a normal girl. Tracy---a blue-headed teenage girl who knew martial arts---stood outside of Holocene’s apartment, wandering aimlessly before chancing upon Kiran. He was hiding in the bushes, his butt being clearly seen by passersby. He thought that he was hiding, but Tracy could see him. She thought of him as a stalker, deciding to knock him out by kicking him in the jaw. He went unconscious and was tied up, being brought to Tracy’s apartment where she interrogated him for hours. After not cracking for three hours, he was forced to spill everything about his reincarnation. Armed with his information, she kicked Kiran out, beginning to look into reincarnation and Achilles. She was interested in the idea of gods and reincarnation being confirmed. 

Once outside the apartment, Kiran decided to forfeit his attack. Instead, he wanted to arm himself by venturing to an old friend of his, a talented blacksmith named Vulcan. Once he had a weapon and knew who to hide himself, he would target and kill Holocene and Toraku. His lust for revenge would be fulfilled. 

TBC…

“My name is Teo, a rank C knight!” He announced to Ex, brandishing his sword. “If you lose this duel, you must leave the capital. If somehow you beat me, then I’ll let you stay.” 

Ex rolled his eyes, preparing himself for the fight. “Is magic allowed?” He asked. 

“You don’t have a sword on you, so I can tell that you aren’t a swordsman. Instead, you can use magic. It would be a good experience for me to fight against a magic-user.” He arrogantly stated.

“Ha!” Ex exclaimed, preparing his first attack. Teo noticed him preparing for the fight, deciding to try and cut preparations short. He figured that Ex was like any normal magician where their magic chants would take minutes to complete. Knowing this, he wanted to attack before Ex could finish the chant. However, he hadn’t expected that Ex could use chantless magic, allowing him to use his magic almost instantly.

Teo charged first, slashing downward at Ex. As his sword swung downward, Ex activated Forcefield and blocked the attack. Teo’s sword bounced off his force field and was pushed backward. He quickly recovered from the shock, pushing for another attack. His second attack was also blocked. 

“He can activate magic without chanting. His abilities rival the Black Dragon.” He muttered under his breath. He shook his head, dismissing any thoughts. He focused on figuring out Ex’s weaknesses. 

He charged forward, taking a side step around Ex before making contact. Ex wasn’t expecting Teo to jump to his left, who caught him off-guard. He slashed at Ex, but his Forcefield blocked it. No matter what he did, Teo couldn't scratch him due to the Forcefield. 

Pushed to his limits, Teo activated his only skill known as Division, creating copies of himself. He moved his copies to different spots around Ex, targeting every part of the Forcefield for weaknesses. 

Ex allowed the attacks to continue, watching as Teo’s copies tried their best to locate a weakness but to no avail. His Forcefield surrounded every inch of his body with a dense layer, however, the mana consumption was increasing tenfold by the second. Ex hadn’t packed any mana bottles, hoping to end the battle quickly. 

Meanwhile, Teo’s small pool of mana had been exhausted. His copies were destroyed by the lack of mana, turning to dust. By this time, Teo’s strength was gone. Being low on mana gave him a condition known as Mana Defiencity. He was being rendered useless due to the condition, collapsing to the ground. Spectators watched and wondered why he used magic knowing about his small mana pool. However, others knew that Ex had rendered Teo’s sword useless because of the Forcefield. Without his main weapon, he was forced to utilize magic, even if it wouldn’t last long; he had to try