Venus woke with surprise in the dark. She realized she was floating in a state of standing. Her body seemed to be in bottomless darkness. Venus wanted to cry again, but she thought she had to endure it. Venus is at the neck of death, she can't cry, even when there's nothing to cry about, no matter how hard she feels in her chest. Instead, Venus took a deep breath and exhaled slowly despite shaking.
Then, Death embraced her.
Venus's neck began to suffocate by the chain of nothingness. At first, slowly, but then getting stronger. Venus flailed at the air, struggling in vain to ask for Emptiness to release false shackles on her neck. Her body revolted and stretched like a snake that was hit on the head. Until when she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, the grip then just disappeared.
Venus panted and breathed in oxygen greedily, feeling strong and weak at the same time. In a sad mental exhaustion, she was strangely annoyed, and cursed a lot of things in the heart. Why is Death playing with someone who is going to die, she really doesn't know.
“Mama ...,” Venus whimpered after a while.
Venus thought the silence would persist, so she relaxed in the dark. The girl closed her eyes while remembering the photo of her mother who is now still stored in her backpack, as fast as her father's face appeared in her mind.
No, not father, Venus thought, but Bima. He is not your biological father; he is just a stranger who is forced to care for you.
Venus felt overwhelmed by this new and strange belief. Her throat was like a painful lump. She swallowed repeatedly, hoping that the pain sank back to the bottom of her stomach.
In the raging silence, Venus was silent while listening to the soft rustling produced by the darkness. Venus wondered what God was thinking about her fate. Why did He leave Venus alive? Did He mean to discipline Venus?
Then, the memory of her fake family hit her again. How are the two of them feeling right now? Are they happy because Venus is that despicable? Or are they feel sorry and sad? Have they ever even felt a slight affection for Venus? The thought clung to Venus, trying to burden her life, which remained at the tip of a finger.
Venus closed her eyes, hoping that everything would be easy. However, the appearance of a white round dot in the distance erased her hope. The girl looked at that dot cautiously, but also a little curious. The light gets bigger and bigger, or approaches, Venus doesn't know. She covered her face with glare, but that didn't even help. Venus quickly turned her back to the light and kept her eyes closed.
“I will end,” muttered Venus, trying to calm her heart by not being afraid.
Venus hadn't even had time to pray when the light enveloped her body. Then, just as terrible as darkness, Venus's consciousness then disappeared.
Venus woke up as her body slid out of what felt like a sliding tube. Or at least she thought so. Venus stepped on the ground unsteady, and would have fallen down if there were no hands to help her. Venus looked at the ground she was walking on with a happy face.“Wow, I'm not going to die!” said Venus happy while smiling broadly, simplifying the true feeling of her happiness.Venus looked at the white circle where she came out. The glowing circle was now gloomy. Venus looked up and found only darkness. Her eyesight turned to the two people who helped her; a man with a fierce expression and a friendly-faced woman. The woman smiled. Venus had never seen them before.“What is this?” Venus asked doubtfully. “Is this… some kind of new technology that anyone can order?”The fierce man replied rather irritably, “I don't know what you mean! Just for information, this is not your Earth! This is the world of volts, Miss, and now you stand under the Black Porch.”Venus gawk. Which area is it from
A few minutes later they arrived in front of the open black gate. The door is too small compared to the wall, but also larger than the gate in general. In front of that door, stood a short guy with a face like a baby.“Hey, where is the Portal Keeper who is supposed to drop you off?” Lan asked worriedly.The boy slipped his hand in his pants pocket. “His friend who was guarding the portal was in trouble, so he told me to wait here and join other guards if anyone passed,” t
Venus thought they would also be delivered into the building after Meres opened the door. However, it turns out there is someone who has been waiting behind the door to greet, or rather, trying to intimidate them. That person is a middle-aged man with a big and muscular body. His gaze was so cold with his lips that were always puckered. In Venus's eyes, Meres seemed even friendlier than this person.“Is it over?” the man asked Meres in a deep voice.Meres just nodded, and then he left
“Ahem!”Shocked, Venus turned around and saw a burly boy standing beside Virzash. The stranger's face was quite childish, but Venus didn't consider him like a baby at all. His skin is a little dark. Her slightly brown hair was cut in such a way, with a middle part and bangs. As far as Venus is concerned, it was the style of Korean idols on the First Earth. There was a suspicious red stain on the front of his plain white shirt.In essence, that guy already looks cool without having to
Mrs. Mana scans her tablet with concentration, and then starts to call out the names of the new kids randomly. The first kid is called Kirka Sorawa. The girl was small and thin, with a typical freckled face. She walked stumbling and almost tripped on the podium, though Venus estimates that the height of the podium was not until a span. Venus was so tense, that even her scalp felt itchy. It is really annoying.“Stand in the center, darling,” said Mrs. Mana pretentiously sweet.Kirka ne
Virzash walked with quick steps, accompanied by the eyes of the krona who almost all looked worried. His face turned red.What is this?“Is that weird? A Double Talent?” Venus immediately asked as soon as Virzash arrived in his chair.Virzash scratched his ears while leani
Venus remembers when she came down from the podium, after Mrs. Mana announced trembling that she was a Bizura, everything in the large room became very quiet. The views of the other students really made the girl shiver. They looked at her with eyes as if she were a grim reaper in the form of a giant scorpion. There is a great deal of fear and anxiety in their gaze, but what makes Venus most afraid is a look of hatred that is not clearly stated by them. The hatred is covered by fear, but you can feel it clearly in the air.Venus walked with the steps she tried to keep calm. However, the air seemed to force her to stop and hide. The gazes of hundreds of students an
The krona explained that only students who lived in the related dormitories could enter it because related students must scan their eyes before entering. At that time Venus asked, how could Volta Juana be able to scan the eyes of a new and unfamiliar student like her, while they had just come here today? Mr. Saka responded by saying that their data and identities had been registered since they were babies, including fingerprints and eye identities like this.“Maybe your dad could take care of everything after you were born,” Virzash muttered to the confused Venus.
She was a woman who looked so graceful. Her face was like the moonlight in the night: soft, beautiful and radiant. Her hair was jet black; even so, streaks of gray were clearly visible in her hair that hung down to her back. Her fingers were slender and smooth, her body was in a pale blue silk dress; she is like the image of a goddess in the past. When she turned around, a smile crossed her face. However, you could not help but see how sad her eyes seemed to be. A middle-aged man came up to her. His body is sturdy and the destiny of the life he lives makes his expression in such a way: flat, unreachable. However, when he saw his wife smiling, that face was no longer frozen. A smile now broke the violence on his face. This man, without saying anything, took the woman in his arms, caressing the back of the figure he loved so much. In the silence of the night, on a quiet hill and among the singing of the crickets that seemed to chime in rhythm, they were silent, hugging and enjoying t
"Vina, do you want to change your name?" the man asked her seductively. "Why do you look so displeased when I call you by your name?""Shut up!" Vina snapped. "I can't possibly change the name my mother gave me!"The man in front of her just smiled and then just walked away from in front of her.Vina Hansen sighed. She hopes to tell her readers that she is a realistic person even though she likes to fantasize. However, what was she supposed to say other than that her brain might have been damaged and she was having severe hallucinations? Maybe it is just a sad nightmare, maybe it's a reality that only exists in the minds of lunatics. Vina could almost imagine how the readers raised their eyebrows with disapproval expressions at her.They should know I am sighing by now, she thought.She really wants to type a status on her social media that she is not a good person who should take up the valuable time of her readers.Vina is a girl, twenty years and three months old, who had never act
In the end, Vina did not fantasize that day. Instead, she immediately took her dirty clothes in the laundry basket and went to the well behind her house. She does not have a washing machine to be able to wash clothes automatically; at least she could not afford it just yet. Every time she had planned in the previous month to buy a washing machine, for some reason there was always another, more important plan in the next month. She couldn't blame anyone for that. After all, it was her own brain that had such plans. She used to think about buying a washing machine, but then finally decided that buying land and building a house was more important than that. Barely a year later, had her plan worked. Her house is small and simple, roomy enough for just two adults like Vina and her mother to live. However, she is a human; Vina sometimes has dreams of renovating her house to be even better. Fortunately, for her, she has a little common sense to prioritize work so that she earns more, so sh
Her arm was still throbbing in pain. She was trying her best not to cry; she had never been hurt so seriously in her life. The worst she has ever had was a scratch, just a little scratch. However, what one of the Seven Beauties said just now seemed to stop the pain for an instant… only a moment, because a split second later the feeling hit her again. Like crashing waves crashing against rocks, then blown by the wind that comes so fast from the middle of the sea. Vina realized that people who dream wouldn't realize that they are dreaming… and cannot feel the pain from a wound. The girl froze as she grimaced, glancing at the seven women in front of her as well as Xingsheng who looked just as surprised as she was. The Chinese actor pinched himself and his expression twisted slightly and then froze, just like her. "What the hell are we going through right now?" Vina hissed at Xingsheng, between bewilderment and anger. She gritted her teeth as she bent slightly against the pain in her a
Xingsheng almost lunged at Astha as she thrust the silver dagger straight into Vina's gaping wound. However, the other six women held his efforts back. Surprisingly, Xingsheng's strength really doesn't match them, even though the Chinese actor has a fairly muscular body and often does weightlifting. "What did you do to her?" Xingsheng shouted angrily. The man's anger became more and more unbearable when Vina kept screaming in pain with her body limp, but for some reason it seemed as if she couldn't get up from her current position. "Stop it, you bunch of bastard!" Vina cursed loudly until her voice was hoarse. "Stop!" Astha, the woman with sharp narrow eyes, didn't pull the dagger she stuck into Vina's arm nor plunged deeper into it. She just left the dagger there, her hand raised to chest level, right above the girl from Siji's body. What she did was to prevent Vina from getting up from her current lying position, as well as to minimize the rebellion from the girl's body. Thus,
"You speak so confidently, as if you've experienced this before," Vina squinted, her eyes fixed on the patch of clouds in the sky that was visible from the open ceiling. Liu Xingsheng half turned his head and let out a sound like he was chuckling softly. He moved to lift the bamboo chair with light steps, but had to be surprised and almost fell backwards because it turned out that the object to sit on was quite heavy. He wondered why that was. The man glanced over, but Vina didn't seem to notice him. He let out an imperceptible sigh of relief. "Well," Xingsheng mumbled lowly, his muscles bulging slightly as he returned to where Vina was lying carrying the bamboo chair. "I have to admit, I've never had anything quite like this happen, but I've been imagining, speculating, whatever you say; and it turns out to be facing something that makes me… kind of dumbfounded. Although what I suspected wasn't something bad." Vina turned her head to the side when she heard Xingsheng lower the ch
"You can't just walk into a room and say you want to kill someone all of a sudden just because they didn't say their name," said Vina flatly but piercingly. "Vina!" Xingsheng warned quietly. The emaciated man looked at her so sharply. "You could say that if I really were your enemy right now." Xingsheng frowned with a questioning expression. "Who are you?" The man as pale as a corpse walked over. Vina couldn't help but think about how the steps taken by that figure could seem so heavy, even though his body looked like it was only made up of bones. She blinked in surprise, as the figure got closer to them. The small rod with the sharp tip seemed to glisten slightly as the light from the open ceiling hit it. It was made of metallic iron; looks small, but dangerous if the wearer knows how to use it. The figure suddenly pointed its eccentric weapon towards Liu Xingsheng's neck, to which he half raised his hand, alarmed by the threat of the strange man in front of them. "I'll ask you
Nawa closed the door of the Hall of Beauty slowly, then turned to Heuras and smiled sweetly. The emaciated man who had just received a smile from one of the Seven Beauties simply nodded, while he sat on the ledge leaning against the post, his hands tightly gripping the iron rod. "You shouldn't be so nice to them," Heuras muttered in a deep voice, but it sounded so bitter to Nawa's ears. The mature woman who had a near-perfect stature walked over. She stood in front of Heuras, her hands on the ledge, her head tilted up, gazing affectionately at the cornflower blue flowers. Nawa finally looked down again after a while, and then looked at the man who was as pale as a corpse calmly. "Father doesn't have to worry like this all the time. They, however, wouldn't have ended up like this if Lord Immortal hadn't committed this crime ever again." Heuras, Nawa's biological father, snorted as sarcastically as he could. He gripped his sharp iron rod tightly. "Why do you go along with calling hi
"That much?" Xingsheng exclaimed in surprise. "And they… Lord Immortal brought them all here?" The three Beauties nodded slowly. However, a few seconds later, the petite woman in the orange dress shook her head. Her facial expression was neutral. "If only the Portal could be closed forever," the woman said, her eyes staring into empty air, "Lord Immortal wouldn't be able to do this anymore." "I don't understand," Vina interrupted suddenly. They all looked at her. "I mean, this guy did a lot of evil deeds, didn't he? Why do you have to address him so respectfully like that?" The three Beauties looked at each other in three directions. Vina rather wanted to feel what it was like to glance at each other in three directions. Again, the woman in the orange dress answered, while Nawa could only smile awkwardly and Astha didn't put any expression on her face. "He has a special relationship with the royals," she said in a casual tone. "You can't go too far or you will lose your head."