Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

It is also known as Omniscient Reader (Korean: 전지적 독자 시점; RR: Jeonjijeok Dokja Sijeom) is a South Korean manhwa adapted from the web novel written by Sing Shong (싱숑), a pseudonym used by the married couple who co-authored the original novel. The manhwa adaptation is illustrated by Sleepy-C (슬리피-C) of Redice Studio.

As a struggling office worker, Kim Dokja leads an unremarkable life. His only solace lies in reading an obscure web novel, Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse, which he has loyally followed as its sole reader for 13 years. The story follows Yoo Joonghyuk, a man doomed to endlessly regress through apocalyptic scenarios for the amusement of the Constellations—powerful beings that range from mythic heroes and great sages to ancient gods—and their dokkaebi intermediaries. When the novel finally ends, so does the world as Dokja knows it. Reality suddenly mirrors fiction as monstrous creatures descend, ordinary people gain powers, and they're forced into deadly “scenarios” lifted straight from the novel. But unlike anyone else, Dokja knows what’s coming next. With foreknowledge of the plot’s twists and turns, he becomes the only person capable of changing the story’s outcome. Now Dokja must go from passive reader to active player, rewriting fate, confronting impossible odds, and perhaps becoming the protagonist of a story that was never meant to be his.

SSS-Class Revival Hunter

It is also known as SSS-Class Suicide Hunter (Korean: SSS급 자살헌터; RR: SSS-geup Jugeoya Saneun Hunter) is a South Korean manhwa adapted from the web novel written by Shin Noah (신노아), with illustrations by Bill K.

Some people are born lucky—blessed with fame, power, and fortune as if the Tower itself had chosen them. Kim Gong-Ja, a powerless F-Class hunter with no skills to his name, is not one of them. While others rise as heroes within the mysterious, monster-filled Tower, he is left behind, watching from the shadows and envying the star hunter known as the Flame Emperor. Everything changes when Gong-Ja is granted a rare S-Class ability: the power to copy another person’s skill. The catch? He can only do it after they kill him. Thrown headfirst into a deadly encounter with the Flame Emperor himself, Gong-Ja dies, only to awaken again with a second new skill and the shocking truth about the man he once idolized. With the power to rewind time by 24 hours, he hatches a bold plan: travel 11 years into the past and stop the Flame Emperor before he rises to power.

The S-Ranks That I Raised

It is also known as My S-Class Hunters (Korean: 내가 키운 S급들; RR: Naega Kiun S-Geupdeul), is a South Korean manhwa adapted by seri from the original web novel written by Geunseo, with illustrations by biwan.

After the tragic death of their parents, Han Yoojin devoted his life to raising his younger brother, Han Yoohyun. But in a world resembling modern-day Korea, the sudden appearance of dungeons and monstrous invaders forces humanity to adapt—becoming Awakened Hunters to survive. When a dungeon suddenly appears near Yoohyun’s route to school, he awakens as an extraordinary S-rank Hunter. From that point on, the brothers are driven down separate paths. Yoohyun rises to power, eventually founding one of Korea’s most powerful guilds, Haeyeon, while Yoojin is left behind. Eight years later, Yoojin finally Awakens, but to his dismay, he is classified as an unremarkable F-rank Hunter. During what should have been a routine D-rank dungeon raid, a freak appearance of a Tier 1 monster wipes out the entire party and leaving Yoojin the sole survivor. Trapped inside, unable to escape until the monster is defeated or he's dead, Yoojin watches helplessly as Yoohyun arrives to save him—only to die in his arms. Devastated, Yoojin manages to defeat the monster and is offered a single wish. Without hesitation, he chooses the one thing he wants most: to return to a time before his brother’s death. When he awakens in the past with all his memories intact, he is determined to reconcile with Yoohyun and live a quiet, peaceful life. But fate has other plans. His second Awakening grants him mysterious new abilities, and though he remains an F-rank on paper, Yoojin quickly finds himself surrounded by powerful allies and entangled in a dangerous plot that threatens the world itself.

Trash of the Count’s Family

It is also known as Lout of Count's Family (Korean: 백작가의 망나니가 되었다; RR: Baekjakga-ui Mangnani-ga Doeeotda), is a South Korean manhwa adapted from the web novel written by Yoo Ryeo Han (유려한), with illustrations by PAN4.

After falling asleep while reading the fantasy novel Birth of a Hero, Kim Rok Soo wakes up inside the story—as Cale Henituse, a minor noble infamous for one thing: getting brutally beaten by the protagonist, Choi Han. In the novel, Choi Han loses everything, plunges into despair, and begins his heroic journey by delivering a well-deserved thrashing to Cale, a drunken, good-for-nothing noble. But Rok Soo has no intention of following that script. Armed with knowledge of the novel’s events and the resources of his new identity, he vows to change his fate, avoid conflict, and live a quiet, carefree life surrounded by wealth and comfort. Unfortunately, staying out of the spotlight is easier said than done. With ancient powers, dark forces stirring, and his every step unintentionally altering the plot, Cale may find himself in the middle of a much bigger adventure than he bargained for—all while desperately trying to live a peaceful, luxurious life.

The Extra's Academy Survive Guide

It is also known as How to Survive at the Academy (Korean: 아카데미에서 살아남기; RR: Akademieseo Saranamgi), is a South Korean manhwa adapted by GREEN KYRIN from the original web novel written by Corita.

Ed Rothstaylor is a third-rate villain in a fantasy game, disowned by his family, kicked out of the dorms for his misdeeds, and destined to fade into obscurity. But one day, the main character wakes up in Ed’s body and quickly realizes that if he wants a peaceful, stable future, he’ll need to earn a scholarship and make it to graduation. Now living in the woods and trying to stay far away from the main cast, he plans to keep a low profile. Unfortunately, four of the game’s female leads seem determined to get involved with him and to make things worse, his actions are starting to shift the timeline and alter the story’s original path. Can Ed keep the plot from derailing entirely while staying out of the spotlight?

The Greatest Estate Developer

It is also known as The Greatest Estate Designer (Korean: 역대급 영지 설계사; RR: Yeokdaegeum Yeongji Seolgyesa) is a South Korean manhwa adapted by Lee Hyunmin from the original web novel written by BK_Moon (문백경), with illustrations by Kim Hyunsoo.

Civil engineering student Kim Suho falls asleep reading a fantasy novel—only to wake up as Lloyd Frontera, the good-for-nothing noble whose family is drowning in debt. Known for his laziness, drinking, and thuggish behavior, Lloyd is destined for ruin while the novel’s true hero, knight-in-training Javier Asrahan, rises to greatness. But Suho isn’t about to accept that fate. Equipped with modern engineering knowledge and magical construction skills, he sets out to repair Lloyd’s tarnished reputation—not through heroics, but by rebuilding the world around him. Introducing innovative infrastructure and urban development to the medieval setting, he drastically improves the quality of life for its people—all while turning a tidy profit.

Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Surviving the Game as a Barbarian (Korean: 게임 속 바바리안으로 살아남기; RR: Geim Sok Babarianeuro Saranamgi) is a South Korean manhwa adapted by Han Tae-su from the original web novel by Jung Yoon-kang, with illustrations by MIDNIGHT Studio.​

After nine grueling years playing Dungeon and Stone—a brutal RPG no one has ever cleared—Hansoo Lee finally reaches the final boss room. But just as victory seems within reach, he receives a notification that he has completed the tutorial. In the blink of an eye, Hansoo finds himself inhabiting the body of Bjorn Jandel, a real barbarian in the game’s harsh, unforgiving world. Now trapped in a reality where death is permanent and failure means execution, Hansoo must navigate a ruined world where only one city remains, its survival dependent on monthly expeditions into a deadly labyrinth. Barbarians like Bjorn are considered little more than muscle, and players like him who are discovered to be possessing their characters are labeled “evil spirits” and killed on sight. Armed with nine years of in-depth knowledge and a barbarian’s brute strength, Hansoo must fight, adapt, and outwit this merciless world to survive. His only option? Conquer the labyrinth and hope it doesn’t conquer him first.

Pick Me Up

It is also known as Pick Me Up! Infinite Gacha (Korean: 픽 미 업!; RR: Pik Mi Eop!), a South Korean manhwa adapted by nicesun (REDICE Studio) from the web novel by Hermod, with illustrations by WASAK BASAK.

In the brutal world of Pick Me Up, a notoriously difficult mobile gacha game, 1-star heroes are nothing more than disposable tools—fodder to learn boss mechanics before real heroes take the stage. That’s what Han Seojin, a top-tier player ranked 5th globally under the alias "Loki," believed until everything changes. During a raid, a strange bug causes him to lose consciousness, and when he wakes up, he finds himself inside the game... as Han Islat, a level 1, 1-star hero. Trapped in the lowest tier of a game he once dominated, Seojin now faces the ultimate challenge: climb from the bottom of the ranks, rally a team of underdogs, and conquer the dungeon’s 100th floor to return home. But to do that, he’ll have to outwit the newbie player known to the in-game characters as “Master”—the one now controlling him and treating them all as disposable pawns.

The Knight Only Lives Today

It is also known as Eternally Regressing Knight (Korean: 오늘만 사는 기사; RR: Oneulman Saneun Gisa), a South Korean manhwa adapted by Lee Hyun-Min and Ganara from the original web novel written by Soulpung, with illustrations by Ian.

Enkrid was called a genius once, but the praise turned bitter as he grew older and his dream of becoming a knight slipped further from reach. Mocked for his lack of talent and urged to give up, he refused to let go. He trained harder, slept less, and pushed his body beyond its limits. Still, it wasn’t enough. One day, he died—stabbed through the neck in a hopeless fight. Then he woke up. Back at the start of that same day. Now trapped in a mysterious loop, Enkrid finds himself with unlimited chances to train, fight, and fail—and to learn from every mistake. With death no longer the end, how far can a dream take him when time itself becomes his greatest weapon?

The Top Dungeon Farmer

It is also known as Solo Farming in the Tower (Korean: 나 혼자 탑에서 농사; RR: Na Honja Tapeseo Nongsa), a South Korean manhwa adapted by Lim Hyeong from the original web novel written by sdcknight, with illustrations by Lee Ha Kyung.

When a mysterious black tower appeared in Seoul, people called it a dungeon—a perilous place filled with monsters, varied terrain, and unimaginable treasures. For many, it was a battleground. For Sejun, an ordinary underdog, it was supposed to be his big break. So when a black portal from the Tower appeared before him, he didn’t hesitate. He jumped in. He expected to land on the first floor, just like the stories he had heard from the first Awakened, where they were given a choice between the warrior or mage class. Instead, he found himself stranded on an uncharted floor of the Tower. His grand ambitions quickly shifted to a far simpler goal: staying alive. With only a few items from a grocery run and his bare hands, he turned to the most unlikely solution in a deadly dungeon: farming—specifically, growing cherry tomatoes and green onions. What began as a desperate attempt to live another day soon turned into a thriving livelihood. With optimism, quick thinking, and the help of a few loyal, furry companions, Sejun transformed his dangerous, isolated corner of the dungeon into a surprisingly profitable oasis.

The Sichuan Tang Clan’s Entomologist

It is also known as Entomologist in Sichuan Tang Clan, Fabre in Sichuan’s Tang Family and The Poison Master of Sacheondang Clan (Chinese: 파브르 in 사천당가; RR: Pabeureu in Sacheondangga), a Chinese manhua adapted from the original web novel written by Erhuhu, with illustrations by Kraken.

Fabre, a popular streamer with millions of followers, is known for his specializing in poisonous insects and daring encounters with venomous creatures. During a live stream in Africa, he’s bitten by a black mamba, dies, and to his shock awakens in Murim—a mystical world steeped in martial arts, ancient clans, and fantastical beasts. There, he settles into a quiet life in an abandoned temple nestled in the mountains, happily cultivating a variety of poisonous species. But his peace is interrupted when members of the Tang Clan—a famed martial arts sect known for their mastery of poison and stealth weapons—arrive seeking shelter from the rain. When Fabre helps them track down the elusive Blue-spotted Centipede using his modern expertise, they're intrigued by his potential and extend an invitation for him to join their family.

Dungeon Reset

Dungeon Reset (Korean: 던전 리셋; RR: Deonjeon Riset), a South Korean manhwa adapted by Ant Studio, based on the original web novel written by Daul.

There are two major events in your life that you believe were for the best. The first is gaining your powers, and the second is being shipped off to boarding school. 

You’re aware that your family did this to prevent you from finding out their ‘secret’ as per Evelyn’s suggestion. Evelyn. You absolutely despise her; she comes in as a spy and just imitates you, and your family goes on to accept her with open arms. She strived to replace you. Replace you… Could you even say that? That she replaced you? To be replaced would insinuate that you had a place to begin with. You never held a place in this family. You’ve never even held a solid conversation with anyone other than Alfred, and during your last days at the manor before boarding school, you began to distance yourself from him. The vision of him not believing you creating a wedge between you two. It concerned him, but he thought it was you being anxious about the change.

That was totally incorrect; you were excited for the change. Bruce should’ve sent you away sooner. You are thriving here. You’ve already made some friends and you’re a part of the physics club, debate team, student council, and theatre club. You love it here. Although when the lights go out and curfew is set, you start your patrol rounds. It’s a pretty manageable schedule. Due to your powers, sleep isn’t something you need a lot of. You can sleep for three hours and feel peachy afterwards; it’s water that you need most. 

Your powers, where do you even begin? You’re not entirely sure what type of powers you have. You know that you possess telekinesis, telepathy, ergokinesis, technopathy, and a very limited chronokinesis that has recently made an appearance. You’ve come to realise that although you have these wonderful powers, you’ll never have a painless head ever again. You get constant migraines, and that’s why you drink so much water. Excessive use of your powers leads to increased strain on your brain, but with training, you can prevent these pains from coming so soon. 

Being Atomic has been eventful. Especially with the position you’re currently in. Army crawling through a dirty vent, eavesdropping on a crime boss’ conversation at midnight. Now, you could’ve simply manipulated light and photons to make yourself invisible and be in the room with them, or heck even project an illusion that you weren’t there, but you had a feeling that they had motion sensors in there, and if you were to disable them, it would cause a commotion, preventing you from getting the information you need. You know they don’t have them in the vents, and you’re being incredibly quiet, cleaning as you go. You’re by the opening of one of the vents. This is an old building, but the security system they’re using is top-notch high-end stuff. This is a meeting spot, but for whom? You listen in as the baritone voice booms below you. 

“What the hell do you mean the ship got blown up?!” the man yells out in rage. You recognise that voice. That’s Homer Verone. A malignant tumour that had been killing your city. Making her ill with corruption and injustice. You thought he had died, at least that’s what the news had claimed, but alas, it seemed to be a ploy, but…for what? He isn’t running from someone, is he? 

“Sir, I don’t know what happened. Th- They told me that Atomic-” The stuttering henchman paused to duck as a seething Verone flung a chair at him and growled. You remember that. You had gotten a lead that there would be a smuggle ship going through the port. You arrived and made it go boom. You managed to clean the waters, thankfully. You did it to see whose feathers it would ruffle.

“Atomic?! ATOMIC!? How many times have I told you to get RID of that meddling piece of shit? Huh? HUH?!” Verone raged on. Yeah, you and him go way back. You busted his trafficking ring four years ago, and all his other rings. He’s marked you as enemy number one, going as far as to put a bounty on your head, but it's never worked. You’re too slippery, too skilled. You’ve absorbed the knowledge of all those skilled assassins, though, so it’s practically educational at this point. 

You look down the vent and see him. From where you’re positioned, he looks small, almost non-lethal. Quite misleading, in your opinion. Homer Verone is everything but non-lethal. He reminds you of a wild cane corso that has achieved peak insanity.  Homer has pitch black hair, which he keeps slicked back with gel. He looms over others with his tall, bulky frame. He’s a veteran. You know he is, he hates the sound of bombs and hates that camouflage colour. He also constantly compares his crime-lording present to his soldier past. His face is littered with small scars from over the years, with a scar that starts from his ear to the corner of his lip, truly stealing the show. His eyes are a dark brown, hardened from decades of crime, war, hardships and violence.

Five months ago, Homer Verone was supposedly involved in a hotel bombing resulting in the loss of his own life. His funeral took place the week after; all his henchfolk attended. It seemed like the end of an era. You had a feeling, though. You didn’t feel Verone die. You’ve read his mind before, creating a tether. When he supposedly died, that tether was supposed to break, but you still felt him. Like a thread linking you two. He didn’t die, and you knew Verone. Verone wasn’t a coward, sure, he’d run away from the law, but he wouldn’t go through these lengths to achieve it. 

When you saw one of his trusted henchfolk while patrolling, you knew you had to follow him. That led you to here, the dusty vents of an “abandoned” safehouse. 

You put two fingers to your temple and close your eyes.

“What are you running from, Verone?” You search his mind, and there’s a meeting with a cloaked figure in a mask. 

“You have two months.” The figure states in a monotone voice. You feel Verone’s fear engulf him instantaneously. You search his mind for more. Apparently, it's a drug war, but it seems more than that. You get nothing. Who is that cloaked figure?

Your eyes snap back open, faintly glowing. Something’s telling you that this is more than some drug war. You’ve seen Verone be calm while being shot at, remain apathetic while being bombed, keep an indifferent demeanour when crime bosses threatened him and started wars with him. There’s more to this. You will find out, and you will find out who that cloaked figure is.

You decide that’s enough patrolling, it’s been a slow night anyway, and you got the confirmation that Verone’s alive. 

You need to feel some sort of rush; tomorrow is the last day of school before spring break. You won’t be doing much, maybe helping with some lab clean-up or hanging with a friend. Teleporting to the nearest high building, you sprint towards the edge, do a front flip and jump off. 

“YAHOOOO!” you scream as giddy laughter escapes you while you perform a sequence of somersaults and teleport to your room mid-free fall. The feeling is spectacular as you see the burst of blues and violets surround you in stripes for the few seconds you fall through space before you land on your bed. You change out of your suit and into pyjamas. God, you love a good adrenaline rush. 

As you sit down on your bed thinking about Verone, your gaze drifts around your room, and you notice something under your door. It’s an envelope, you pick it up and see that it's a letter from Evelyn.

“What the hell does she want?”

You opened the letter. You read it. God, you felt sick. Why?!

Dear Y/N, 

Heyy!! I hope you’re doing okay at that smart school or whatever it's called. We know you have break coming up and gosh you are SO LUCKY, you get break two days earlier than us. I miss you and was hoping you’d come back home for the break. We miss you, especially Alfred. Please come over. We’re picking you up in two days.

Who does this two-faced broad think she is?? You already had plans for the break. You were going to stay with some close friends. Man, you can’t have shit in this house, you weren’t even in said house. You really hate this family. You stared at the envelope and saw that there were pictures inside. What did you do in your past life to warrant this? Seriously, you need to know. Were you a criminal? A corrupt politician? A terrible spouse? An unethical businessman? You picked up the pictures, which were held together by a rubber band. There were pictures of Evelyn and the family. Christmas, Birthdays, Hangouts. You let out a frustrating sigh, then raise the pictures using your telekinesis. You stare at them for a moment, almost as if you’re examining them, and you rotate them for a few moments, then you close your eyes for what seems like hours and open them to let out an optic beam of blue heat energy. The pictures turn to nothing. The ashes fall to the ground. You stare at the remains, the pure disgust in your eyes evident, and teleport the ashes outside. You take the letter and repeat the same process. 

“That was quite cathartic, I must say,” You chirp with enthusiasm, after your mini burning session. You did put a barrier around yourself so that the fire alarm wouldn’t start up. You go back to the warm comfort of your bed and lie down. Before you know it, you’re out like a light.

You woke up to the annoying sound of your alarm clock and started getting ready for the day, since it was the last day of school, classes were cancelled. You picked out an outfit. Read a book, looked at some cases, meditated and practiced your chronokinesis. It was soon 1 pm. You weren’t really planning on doing much; maybe you should hang out with a friend. Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad. Right on cue, your door knocks. You sense him instantly. Alexander Galanis. Head of the school paper, Captain of the photography club and your best friend.

His father is some major oil tycoon who has helicopter parenting tendencies. You and he met when you first joined Newton Academy. He was assigned as your welcome “buddy”. Both of you shared a love for comics, video games, books, superheroes, and so much more. It wasn’t hard to click with him.

“Guess who’s interview with Atomic landed them an internship at the Daily Planet?” Did you also mention the fact that he was one of the few people who knew your secret identity? How he found out was completely by pure luck. You were reckless and used your telekinesis while your door was unlocked. He walked into your dorm and saw it, and well, he pieced it together. The fact that you went to bed early, had constant headaches, and always seemed to be “out” at the same time that Atomic was seen. 

“That’s great, man. Glad I was able to help!” You laughed as he practically skipped alongside you. You two made it to the common room, and there was a crowd around the TV. 

“Whatever you’re all watching can’t be that good…” You muttered to the mob. 

“Uhm, look at this.” A voice from the group exclaimed as the group made way for you and Xander. 

You gasped at the sight before you. Central Park. It’s burning. 

“What the hell am I looking at?” 

“A masked guy came in and started burning everything. The fire can’t be extinguished; it’s been burning for hours.” The guy beside you, who you recognise as Daniel, explains with a fearful tone.

Alexander clears his throat and gives you a knowing look. “Y/N, didn’t you say you needed to pack today for your trip back to Gotham?”

“Yes, I did say that, actually. I should probably start now so I don’t stress about it tonight or something.” You briskly walk out of the common room and into your room. You teleport to the scene, also changed into your hero suit. You stare at the raging flames with weariness. The accelerant for this is new. You have never smelled this scent before. You sense some people still in the park; you teleport them to safety. Through all this, there is one thought echoing in your mind.

“Who the hell did this?”

You sensed someone, but you couldn’t see them. You activated your energy vision, and sure enough, there’s your guy. His silhouette just screamed ominous villain; he stood with the flames as if he were one with them. He didn’t have a build that significant, not like Verone’s; in fact, you could tell he was on the smaller side, his height making him appear more lanky than intimidating. He wore a cloak and his hands were behind his back, as if he were waiting for your arrival. Yet he exuded an emanation of pure, unadulterated evil. It felt like being in the presence of the Joker, but no, the Joker didn’t possess this man’s cold nonchalance. He also wasn’t nearly as quiet; it disturbed you. 

He was burning down a landmark and treating it as if it were a normal occurrence, like he was out mowing his lawn and not committing an act of terrorism against your city.

“Who are you?!” You shouted while you swiftly got to work on extracting the oxygen from the fire.  If you could deprive the flames of oxygen, they would die out. He simply stared at you. You used your telekinesis to restrain him.

“You don’t have to worry about who I am, Atomic” Yeah, this was freaking you out, you decided to go into his mind.

“Let’s see who this guy really-”

“URGH AHHHH” You clutched your head and felt your knees buckle.

“I told you. You. Don’t. Have. To. Worry. About. Who I am.”

“What you need to worry about is…The Bridge and The City,” The tone he was using was making you greatly uneasy. 

“The same illustrious fire you just gazed upon is going to reappear in those same places after I set off this bomb. Now,  the bridge is where those little ruffians ran off to. I know it is. I told them to go there. Then we have the city, I just put the bombs. It’s my fault. Unless you can save them…Let’s see your skills and perhaps….your…morality” You stared at him, the fear present in your eyes. What is this guy’s reason for this?

You suddenly heard two booms.

That doesn’t sound good.

The sound of screams piercing your eardrums. That all too familiar metallic scent. Blood.

You instantly teleported the kids somewhere safe, the large number of them causing that familiar feeling of strain again. You teleported to the city and instantly tried to deprive the flames of oxygen while teleporting civilians. You had it all under control until you saw multiple cloaked figures creating falling debris. You saw a woman about to perish, and you created a barrier to shield you both. Your eyes glowed, but your senses dulled. You were straining. You looked at the woman and started molecular reconstructing her. She isn’t going home with these bruises. She was barely breathing, but she uttered a sentence.

“My…son..save…my…son”

You focused your telepathy and hearing, and you heard a kid. You looked behind you, and as there was debris falling, you noticed the child; he couldn't be any older than ten. Just then, the cloaked devils threw bigger chunks of debris. You strengthened your shield while making sure this woman stays alive, but god, it felt as if your brain was being split open and squeezed. You saw the debris fall, and it tried going near him, then one came too close. You’re doing molecular reconstruction,  strengthening a barrier, all while teleporting civilians and still reeling from the stunt Mr Spooks pulled back there. 

You would severely harm yourself if you did anything more brash. You decide to hang on for a while longer. The world begins to spin around you. You still focus, you look at the debris falling, and flex your fingers. The debris stops midair. 

“It actually worked.” You think weakly, as you turn the block into thin air with the flick of a wrist.

You’re losing consciousness. The world is slowly becoming bedecked with little black specks as you sway. You hear voices, and the next thing you know, you’re being hauled over someone’s shoulder. 

“You’re alright, kid” You know that voice. You know you’re in safe hands, so you let yourself pass out. 

When you wake up, you see that you’re out of your hero suit, have a blanket on you with an ice pack on your head and have two children staring down at you with the cheekiest grins known to man. You let your lips curl into a smile. Funny how even when you managed to escape the clutches of death, your spirits can still be lifted at the sight of your favourite people. 

A family. One that you loved.

A family that looks out for one another. A family that is there for one another. A family that cares for one another. A family that is attentive to one another. A family that loves one another, and it was greatly evident that this family loved you.

The Fantastic Four was your family.

“SHE’S AWAKE!!” the children yelled in unison with relief. Val and Franklin Richards were like the little siblings you’ve dreamt of. You helped them train their powers, babysat, took them out to your favourite food joints, played pretend with them, had to scour for them in huge supermarkets and gave them advice.

You sat up and stretched while they hugged you.

“Aw shucks, guys, were you worried about little old me?” You chuckled at the sight of them. You were already fully healed, but god, your head was killing you. 

Val hugged you again. While Franklin playfully glared at you. “Little old you nearly became little gone you," he stated with slight fear in his gaze. You ruffled his hair. “I’m not leaving this world anytime soon, Lin. I promise” 

Just then, you heard footsteps and saw them. Sue, Reed, Ben, and Johnny.

“You’re awake.” Sue gasped as she handed you a bottle of water and put a hand on your forehead. You smiled as you twisted the cap and gulped down the cool beverage. Mmm lemon. You sighed as you got up. 

“You should stay for dinner, kiddo. We’re having your favourite. We can even talk about what plans we have set for your break,” Reed went on with a warm smile. 

You then remembered your, well, change in plans.

“Yeah, about that…”

“You’re kidding me”, Johnny sighed, his voice filled with dread after hearing your explanation.

“Trust me, if I were, you’d all be laughing. They want me home, and it’s non-negotiable. You rubbed your eyes; the headache was subsiding, but the pain was still more painful than usual. 

“I will stay for dinner, though. I’m not missing out on Sue’s cooking for packing.” 

After the dinner, you teleported back to your dorm and set out for the common room. You saw Alexander and the rest of the housemates. Their eyes were puffy and red, and a lot of them were crying.

“What’s the matter?” you questioned Alexander with concern. He wasn’t crying, but his expression was solemn. He looked at you with relief prevalent in his eyes.

“They think that Atomic might be dead,, He answered. You clenched your jaw and turned to see the news. Sure enough, it was you being carried by Thing while practically limp. You looked lifeless.

You stared at Alexander and left the room with him following in tow. Both of you made it to your dorm, you locked it with your mind, and stared at Alexander for what seemed like hours before he spoke

“You did great out there, you know? There were no casualties, and due to you healing the civilians, the injuries weren’t too major either. You should be proud of yourself.”

“It wasn’t my doing; had it not been for the Fantastic Four, I would’ve died, and so would've two others.” You sat down on your bed and put your head in your hands.

“That guy, the one in a cloak, I don’t know if you saw him on the news, but he was so, so evil, Xander.” You continued

“What’s his deal? Did you manage to look into his mind?” He inquired with worry in his eyes.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know, but he seems to have some form of immunity against my telepathy. When I went into his mind, I felt the most powerful stinging sensation in my head. It lingered for hours.” You rambled on while staring at your hands.

“That’s insane?? How? Is he a telepath, too?”

“I..I don’t know Xander. Whoever he is, he’s dangerous.” You messed with a small ball of energy, swirling it around your fingers before making it dissipate. 

You and Xander talked for hours until curfew approached. You said your goodbyes and hugged each other.

You were currently in the lobby waiting for your family, or well, Alfred, to pick you up from the academy. Xander was with you, waiting for his father to arrive. You heard voices and saw the approaching figure of Camila Rossi. Your academic rival, you won’t say that you hate each other, she doesn’t go out of her way to treat you awfully, but she isn’t nice to you either. She had puffy eyes.

“You’re still sad about Atomic? It’s not even confirmed that she’s dead.” Xander stared at her, his eyes displaying amusement. He seemed to find it so hilarious that your rival was your biggest fan, too.

“Shut it, Galanis. I’ll feel whatever I damn please.” She retorted with a sniff

“Why do you love Atomic so much anyway? You brink on parasocial with her.” He questioned.

“Because she’s a beacon of hope! She’s a symbol of heroism and vigilantism for me, okay?! She isn’t just some random hero that swoops in and saves the day, no, she’s an inspiration, she’s what all teenagers should strive to be!” She went on, her face turning red.

“So..all teens should be superpowered crime-fighting acrobats…?” Xander trailed off with a slight smirk. You rolled your eyes. What the hell, Xander? He loved doing this, loved riling up Camila for the sake of it, that is, if she wasn’t doing it to him. This is the norm.

You elbowed him. “Maybe we shouldn’t poke fun at someone who may be grieving their idol-” You started.

“Hush it, Wayne.” Welp, you tried.

“You wanna know what all teens should be? They should be considerate, compassionate, disciplined and empathetic. Do YOU know the drive it takes to wake up every day, live a normal life and do things like saving others? Do you know the special type of person you have to be to even dedicate your life to that?? It’s different when you’re some grown-up in a suit, but Atomic isn’t. She’s missing out on her teenage life and youth to save others? Isn’t that amazing? How selfless can one be to make such a sacrifice? How golden can your heart be? To risk your life every day for strangers, expecting nothing in return! You don’t have to be a superpowered crime-fighting acrobat to be a hero and create change. You could be compassionate, selfless, empathetic, and generous. That’s what Atomic stands for. That’s what we should strive to become every day, from the moment we open our eyes first thing in the morning to the moment we close them for rest at night, until we open them again, hoping we do better than we did the previous day.” She finished as she had tears rolling down her face, her eyes staring at Xander and you with determination and sadness.

“Camila, come here..” She walked towards you, and you embraced her. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just, she’s my hero and I just want her to be okay.” You held her as she wept into your shoulder. 

“She will, I promise you she will.” You rubbed her back. There was a car honk outside, and Xander stood up.

“That’s my ride..Camila, I’m so sorry...” he apologised with genuine regret and awkwardness. He did not know she felt that passionately about you, or, more so, Atomic.

“Shut it, Galanis.”

“Okay.” He walked out quickly, while some guards went to pick up his luggage.

You saw a familiar black town car outside as well. With Alfred in there.

You pulled away as Camila sniffled a bit more.

“My ride is here too. Call me if you need to talk. I know you have my number and email.” You laid your hand on her shoulder before walking away and meeting Alfred outside while the guards brought your luggage.

“Master Y/N, it’s been so long. My dear, you’ve grown!” He exclaimed with fondness as he opened the car door for you.

“Nice to see you too, Alfred.” You got in with a smile.

The drive back to the manor was quiet and long. You found yourself engrossed in a comic the whole time. The art style was spectacular, yeah, you were definitely using the poses for references later. Before you knew it, you were in front of Wayne Manor.

You do not miss this place. The daunting gothic structure has not changed, the intense fog surrounds it. You feel like you’re in the beginning of a John Craven movie. This is horror. Meeting people you dislike is scarier than facing anything. You let out a chuckle at your joke and walk towards the front door.

It opens, and lo and behold. She’s at the door, staring at you with the fakest smile known to man. Evelyn.

“Oh my god! You’re back,” she leans in for a hug, which prompts you to back away.

“I don’t like hugs.” 

“Oh, you’re so silly!” You walk past her and try to make a beeline for your room.

You see Damian there. He stares at you with disdain. Oh no, not this again.

“Well, would you look at that, the family’s embarrassment has come over.” He says with the widest grin you’ve seen. This kid actually takes joy in trying to hurt you; it’s so strange, and he’s supposed to be Robin, the light to Batman’s darkness? Please. 

You ignore him and keep walking. That does not deter the monstrous brat.

“You know, I am Father’s legacy, his heir, his true child.” You roll your eyes. Why is he acting as if you even want the old bat’s legacy? You have your own, and you would rather continue your real father’s legacy. You keep walking. He keeps talking..

“You can avoid it as long as you want. So long as you know your place, your pathetic stepfather and harlot of a mother are nothing, and it seems that you’ve acquired that trait.” That makes you stop dead in your tracks. What did he just call your parents? Perhaps your enhanced hearing didn’t catch his clear tone. You slowly turn your head.

“Repeat that.” You order. 

“What? Are you deaf? I said that your pathetic stepfather and harlot are nothing. Just like you.”

The visceral rage that consumes your person and clouds your mind leads to you wanting, no, needing to teach this brat a lesson. One he shall not forget.

“That’s what I thought you said.”

“Wel-” Damian doesn’t get to finish that hateful sentence, because you’re already moving. Fast. He doesn’t even register it. You sprint towards him, grab him by his throat and pin him to the wall. The impact knocking the air out of him. You lift him to eye level. 

“I don’t know what lobotomy you underwent as an infant to ever believe that I would want Bruce’s stupid legacy or that it is okay to speak to someone like that. Do you know who my stepfather was? Regis Reindorf, one of the greatest businessmen and engineers to have ever lived. He came from nothing, he built himself up with nothing but his brain, his faith and his determination. Your daddy dearest was born into the very thing my “pathetic” stepfather forged for himself. The difference between him and Bruce is clear. My father worked for what he got and was actually skilled in his field. His company still runs laps around Wayne Enterprises. Bruce plays CEO when we know it’s Lucius who deals with all the matters, and everything special about him was handed to him. Just like you, and the pathetic part about it is that you’re proud of it and think I want it. I’d rather have the legacy of a hardworking, noble and honourable man over a wino partying sleaze any day. Next is my mother. I won’t say much about her, but I will say this. The only reason why I’m in this godforsaken prison disguised as a “home” is because she died. Yours dropped you off here and never came back, and she was no harlot. Who’s nothing now, brat?” You sneer at him with anger. You were careful to not reveal the fact that you knew about the double life. He’s stunned. This is probably the most expressive he’s seen you, and why is your grip so strong? 

You drop him and walk off, seething.

This was gonna be a long break.

Both of you were born on the same day inside the palace. The difference is that you were born in your mother's small chamber. She was just one of the servants to a concubine, a lowly status. The consort was kind enough to send a doctor to help her give birth to you, while the consort went to witness the empress's birth.

She gave birth to a healthy prince. on the other hand, your mother died from labour, and you were born unhealthily; you could barely even breathe within a few hours.

But luckily, your mother's mistress, the consort Xin Qi she served, decided to adopt you. For a reason, out of pure pity, that her favorite maid who had served her since she entered that palace, her truly trusted friend, somehow caught the attention of that emperor at one of the meetings, and one thing led to another...

The first time you both met was when you were 6 years old at the palace garden, you were feeding the fish in the pond when he accidently ran into you, causing you to fall into the pond.

You struggle to breathe while the water feels like it's trying to drag you down, and this sense causes the boy to panic and scream for help.

Luckily, one of the servants is brave enough to jump into the pond to save you. You were immediately sent back to your chamber to rest while the doctors were on their way.

But some odd reasons the boy decided to stay by your side, watching as your maid carried you, rushing back to your chamber.He couldn't describe the gut feeling for the first time he felt worry??I mean, he shouldn't really be since it's just a random girl in the garden who knows who she belongs to, even if she were one of the concubines' daughters, he wouldn't have any consequences. I mean, after all, he was quite literally spoiled rotten; he didn't even have to dress himself or feed himself as all his servants would be there any moment he needed.

Before his birth, the emperor even said to himself if his dear empress gave birth to a prince, an heir, it would be the next king. That's what you heard from your maid; she even warned you if you met him, you must greet him and agree on anything he proposes, you mustn't protest to him, and blah blah blah, what a brat you think to yourself.

Back to reality, you felt the thick blanket on top of your body while he held your hand from the side. You side-eye him, giving him a confused and weird look.

"You push me-you blind-"

Before you could finish, you were shut by a hand across your mouth.

"Watch your mouth (y/n), his majesty is the crown prince. Forgive him, my majesty, she's just not used to a stranger being here hehe...."she then laughed awkwardly.

But he suddenly grabs your hand and apologizes

"I'm sorry i didn't mean to gege sorry gege muchen can take care of you-"

Yeah, the first interaction wasn't the best. You expected him to be more of a brat and rude but nope for some reason, he was...kind to you I mean he would sneak good treats and foods for you, would play with you, tell you what he learns and even teach you some, unlike the consort who only taught you how to become a proper and likeable lady.

But it's still weird for you that he would only treat you nicely, and it was obvious like he loved petting your head which you of course slap his hand away or hugged. People who walked by, especially those who witnessed that would stare and gossip afterward.

But he can't help it the first time he met he thinks it was the look of love he thinks that you were definitely the one which he confess to you once but you told him that your both to young to even understand the meaning but he just keep believing himself that yep she's the one to my heart and just blind by love.

But back then you didn't take him seriously, I mean come on, you guys were parents to a bunch of rabbits in the palace garden. You do enjoy spending time with him, you couldn't help but feel warm around him as if he's the sun to your moon.

Both of you decide to plant an apricot tree in the palace garden near the pond where you both first met and all , as a cute reminder not only that you can't wait for it to fully gown so that when it blossom you both could enjoy the view under the tree.

But of course, the gossips within the court spread the rumors soon to the whole palace, and the empress found out about it. She then restricted Muchen from seeing you, claiming that you will give no benefit for the palace not only that you're just one of the lowly maid kids that the emperor decide to play with your just a bad influence and distractions for him by telling his servents to keep an eye on him if he was caught hanging out with you. you'll be the one who receives a physical punishment, and he just has to write a whole book of poem.

Does it seem unfair, yes, but the empress doesn't care. She'll never dare to hurt her son; she baby him too much. she also bans you from going out of your chamber for a month. When you heard the new,s you were aboutly horrified.

Now both of you were in a bad situation . he doesn't wish for you to get hurt, especially because of him no never, he would never he rather let the actions be taken upon on him than you. You're just a like a glass lotus so gorgeous and fragile can be broken with one touch or a rude comment.

He did try to send you letters by tying it up on his pet parrot but soon it was found out and you were punished to be beaten by a wooden stick for 20 times.

You swear your limbs were almost broken at the end of it and you had to take a few months just so it could heal back to normal. When muchen heard about this, is was horrified and begged his servants to send you more doctors and others, etcetera that could help you heal faster and in a painless way.

With that in hand, he never dares to interfere with you anymore he fear that he could bring danger and harm to you, which is true.So those how the years went by...

~~

Both of you have grown into adults now and he was now the newly ascending emperor to his father's throne after his death. Many concubines were buried with him to serve him in the next life which will always be your worst nightmare and horrible fact you know about them.But at least you won't of them, right??

Let's see. Since he's now the emperor, he gets to have access around the palace , and without a doubt, he came to find you on the same day of the coronation.

When he went near your chamber, he heard giggles. That's odd she rarely giggles unless it's from me hmmm, maybe she just grew up now and changed he pushed open the door.

The first thing his eyes landed on was a man.

A MAN in your chamber? Who is he? What is he doing with you in your CHAMBER???

But he couldn't help but glare at you as well, you gown so much now even gorgeous than before so lively, but why? Did that guy make you feel that way??

With his presence in your chamber, both you and your secret lover bow and greet him."Greeting, my lord, what brings you here...?" you ask

"Who's that with you, (y/n)?"

"I'm Jun Jian, one of the soldiers, my lord."

Muchen just hums back, replying before pulling you into his arms, and tells Jun Jian to go. while he spends the afternoon, claiming he just wanted to catch up you believe in him I mean come on, before he was emperor, he already had 4 wives, what's stopping him from having you. You just thought he actually wanted to catch and that he cares about you

of course, there he went and left shutting the door behind him. Not going to lie, you didn't dare to meet his Muchen eyes, was it from shame, fear? You can't figure it out right.Or was it because he caught you in the act with your lover?

Both of you weren't official but you hoped it was if only he wasn't so busy with his duty, but that's what makes you feel attractive by him. He's so hardworking and dedicated, you can't help but fall for that. he would occasionally give you presents, it may not be gold, fine silk ,and other luxury, but you knew he tried he try spending time with you if he wasn't in the battlefield.

But Muchen took advantage of Jun Jian's being a soldier and set him at the front of the battle. From then on, when you heard that from Jun Jia, you were concerned. The fact that the rate of his dying was not risky enough to make you pray every day that he would survive, but now that he is at the front, the rate has skyrocketed. But now you can't do much but pray for the best.

~~

After a few months , there were news that happened within the day

one that could shock you , like meeting a death penalty

and one that could make you feel grateful for god and everything you belive and put faith in.

The good news is that Jun Jian was promoted to become a general of the military .

The bad news is Muchen force you to marry him. it wasn't even an arranged marriage is just one of his nucai who came to your chamber randomly at night and told you the news, this Sunday, you'll have your wedding with the emperor. You were dumbfounded and speechless, you stood there silently for a full minute staring at the nucai .

You wanted to hit him and let your frustration out . but you can't he's just delivery the message not only that you were nobody in the palace your status leave could possible be worst then him , is just the fact you had a personal maid that the pervious consort Xin Qi , your adopted mother have gift for you a week before the emperor die and she was buried along side with him

You hated that rule ever since you heard about it , It's ridiculous how the emperor could decide whether his wives should be buried with him and decide that death would be the same day as his. Even if you love one of the wives, would you choose them to suffer to not continue their lives without yo,u and if they refuse to obey the order,r and drink the poison, they will be tied up and be buried alive. With consort xin qi death adding on to it , this makes your hatred burn even more.

Yes, it's your turn. You enjoy your life in the palace filled with luxury if you are favored by the emperor, but what about the other? He doesn't care; they still have the same sentence. unless he did wrote their name in the emperor's well, then they'll become a nun for the emperor for their whole life after on.

In that week you barely got enough sleep, stressing out about everything you even had a nightmare about it.even seem some of your hair had turn white while staring into the mirror, eyes so dark like inside a well during midnight so dark and quiet could even hear the sound of a needle dropping.

On the day of the wedding, you were dressed in heavy golds and many layers of robes . The pins that were on your hair make you think you even tilt a little to the side, your whole body may follow the direction with it. Last, you were then covered by a red veil that cover your face, while at least this could hide your frowning expression from him for the day.

Then the worst part has arrived, the night. people left both of you at your now new better/spaces chamber. Let's just say that he has been waiting for it , and held you close tightly, leaving bruises like an animal in heat at its mating session. He threw your clothes across the room and one by one took of your pins, letting your hair fall off slowly.

He then ripped of your dudou and tied your hands above your head so that you wouldn't fight him. That night, you weren't screaming for pleasure but from pain and for help, help that could help you escape from this burning he'll experiment . If only Jun Jian were here to protect you...

~~

After a few months, you had been promoted to empress, but you were still unhappy, and you found out you were pregnant. how? Why even question when Muchen came into your chamber every night since the marriage started. In the morning, you start puking hard lying there feeling dizzy while your maid tries helping you out, patting your forehead with a cloth and patting your back, about to pass out. When the doctors came to examine your hand, they told you you were pregnant.

Around that time, Jun Jian came back from the military and found out you were now married to the new emperor MuChen, bro went mad and crashed out trash your previous chamber, which is still filled with your stuff. The news that you're pregnant was spread around the palaces, which makes him even more despise you, it's like adding fuel to the fire. He thought you both were serious. Why would you do that to him, knowing that it could hurt him? Maybe it's he's fault for taking it too long and not taking action to make you his, was it his fault?

When you hear jun jian had came back from war you wanted to visit him, not caring it will have other rumors nor other shits. When you came to his counter and found him lying in his bed in the afternoon, you called out to him

"Jun Jian, your back oh how I miss you-"

"(y/n)?I thought you abandoned me, I thought you hated me."

"What!I would never, dear, you knew it."

"Then why? Why did you go and marry him, not me? Was it my fault??"

You tried explaining it to him, but before you could start off, he broke out crying, your heart sank and you went over to try to comfort him. You feel bad that you couldn't defend your love for him, you hated that you had to rely on him, and you feel useless. But now he needed you, but you couldn't do much but comfort him.

Out of the blue, he slammed his lips against your lips. You allow him, you even kiss him back. Both of you knew it was wrong, but it feels right.

Until he ruined it again, Mu Chen came in. You think it's one of your maids who told him where you're heading to, accompanied by the arrival of Jun Jian back here.

But Jun Jian placed you behind him and took out his sword, wanting to kill him for ruining his love for both of you as for justice.MuChen just looked at you both and laughed before calling his other guards to drag him down.

He struggles during the process and slashes some guards during it. The science horrifies you , you don't know if you should help him or stop him what if later one of the gruads accidently kills him, who knows you just sit there on the cold wooden floor witnessing the science in front of you.

After a while, Jun Jian had probably killed 4 guards but was unfortely held down onto the floor and, Muchen told them to put him in jail and strip him from his title as a general. he then came over you even walking above the dead body, just to walk right in front of you.

"Why do you hate me, (y/n) . I tried everything to capture your heart, but you just won't give me a chance? Tell me what he has that I don't, hm?i know I missed out on many years, but that doesn't mean we still can't be together. Still remember the tree that we both planted, we both promised each other right, lotus?"

You don't know what to say, did you do both of them dirty ??? Was it your fault, but but he-then? You were frightened and confused, and he could read it through your expression like reading a book. he then shook his head and chuckled, "Has a cat got your tongue, dear? Don't worry, I told servants to take great care of it. Let us walk there, dear."

You both took a silent walk to the palace garden, it has changed lots since you last came. After the previous ban, you were both from seeing each other, you rarely came to the palace garden, afraid you'll meet him there. Other servants would also enjoy their time there so they're probably snitching without a doubt, just so the empress could notice them,or just to see you both suffer.

The style and pattern of the design have changed, but it's still full of flowers and life, it brings you a little warmth into your heart .he's heart warms up seeing you finally relax a little and not as tense as before.

You both then arrive under the tree, the apricot had blossoms .The flower petals fall down along with the wind while you gently caress the tree trunk, in denial that the time has passed that much. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Your the only thing i wanted ever since I met you (y/n) , I just hope that you could give me a chance and take my love I gave you seriously ."

"I- but I'm already in love with someone muchen"you finally confess

"But we're married (y/n), there isn't an opinion for you other than give in to my love or don't I just wanted you to understand. But since you finally confess, good girl."

"I no I'm already taken by him, my heart can only be with him."

"Fine then, since you wanted to act like a brat, alright. But you'll still be going to be mine and have my child I may not have your heart but I have you, your soul, and-"

You slap him hard on the face, breathing rapidly. There was a long 5 seconds of silence before he chuckled like always.

"Oh (y/n), you're just so naive, aren't you "he chuckled again and touching your belly before saying, "I can't wait for your belly to swell dear, that's why everyone will know who you belong to.I don't even care if it's a princess or prince, it's made from us. from the seeds I planted inside of you."

When he said the last sentence, it gave you chills and goosebumps. It was like he was always giving you the creeps.You were still curious what would happen to Jun Jian, but didn't ask since you knew he would be in a bad mood again.

~~

After a few days during dinner you got the courage to ask him "what did you do to General Jun Jian?"

"Curious? Let's go and see then."

You hesitated for a moment before getting up and following him. Then reaches the underground jail cells, and when he stops at one of the cells. When you turn your head and see the sense in front of you, you should rather cry, puke, or pass out.

Jun Jian was tied agaisn't a wooden bed in the middle of the cell with one of his legs cut off. There was a pool of dried blood on the wooden bed as well as on the floor. The muscle and bone were cut, and you can even see every detail of it. lord heavens, how is he still alive or was it not you can't really tell if he had closed his eyes and probably fainted from excessive blood loss.

You were bombarded by many emotions that you went crazy and cried and banged the metal bars screaming for him to wake up, you can't he can't just die like that- no please, please be awake you scream out while crying out despite your throat is hurting.

He finally slowly lifted his eyes you scream harder"Jun Jian love, please, i love you- i'm sorry-"

Mu Chen then opened the door to the cell, you flew inside immediately before he could and hugged the upper body of Jun Jian, crying and repeating the word "I'm sorry"

"I love you so much, you don't deserve any of this because of me I'm so sorry, love."

Little did you know, Mu Chen was grabbing a hammer.

Before Jun Jian could even speak out, he was then bash by the hammer, the sense will forever be stuck with you and you know daam well of it. Mu Chen continues to bash his skull open harder each time

You scream at him to stop trying to push and pull him away from Jun Jian's body, but he pushes you away but accidently making you fall, hitting your head on the wall. Before you know it, your stomach was in bad pain and then you fainted.

When you woke up, you didn't have the energy to move or speak; you just stared at the ceiling and blinked at it, but your maid somehow noticed you were awake and told you that you had fainted for two days already.

You just turned your head and told her to go, she was humbled but nodded before she stood up, she told you also had lost your baby mistress, I'm sorry . You scream at him to go out again, when she left you cried out again, blaming yourself for everything if it weren't for you, Jun Jian would still be happily alive with his life , if it weren't for you Mu Chen wouldn't have gone that insane.

Why? Just because you're alive or was it because you met Mu Chen, why did he like me, why did I do to make him so- why just why you did nothing wrong, you try living your life like a normal girl and as a servant did you do something wrong??

You cry all day and night, refusing to go out of your chamber even if the emperor himself muchen your husband, came in trying to force you out of the chamber or feed you food and water, but you stop him from continuing to forcing you by threatening to kill yourself.

With that ability on hand, you realized how stupid you are, you could have just ended it all, why continue living like this, gaining and losing everything? After all, dying is better than continuing to live this burning hell.

You took the advantage of the winter session, during night with heavy snow stroam you sneak out of the chamber and palace and just ran using every last of your energy fore crashing into the heavenly thich snow that's over half your body your're not even sure where you'll at but it looks like heaven with everything white surrounding you.

When Muchen found out you went missing, he sent out half of the palace guards and soldiers to find you, and he will honor anyone that can find you alive; that person will then be promoted to a noble person and will have a wife and a bunch of coins.

But one of the guards found you near the forest frozen to death, when Emperor Muchen heard the news, he shut himself and drown himself in work, rarely visited other concubines/his other wife's chamber only yours, sleeping in your bed and sniffing your old cloth like a creep but he's can't help it.

He even threw you the most luxurious funeral there could been and force the people in the palace to cry about you and about your death as well as forcing everyone to wear black for a month. He also forbade the other concubines to wear your dresses or pins or any jewelry or gold that you own.

In his mind, he's trying to love you, but you refuse because of that stupid jun jian so he gets rid of him so that you can focus on him only but he never thought you would kill yourself rather than being with him, was he that bad to be with...? He questioned himself for many years, if the concubines dare to protest when they make out and he calls your name instead of theirs. They would be sentenced to death, he really can't get you off his mind, even at his deathbed, he still remembers you as clear as day.

He even had a statue of you in his personal chamber garden, which was made of obsidian and pearl.He spoke to you every night. Whispered secrets into your lifeless palm. He told you about the wars he no longer cared to win. About the generals he executed for daring to mention your name. He would even gift you things like a gold necklace to wear around your statue, talking to you saying how much he misses you, He would sometimes even kiss the statue when no ones is there to bother his moment with you. He once kissed it for hours until he passed out drunk at its feet.

He stopped eating for a while. Started carving your poems into his skin. He couldn’t tell dream from memory anymore.

In his will, he wrote that he wished for your coffin to be dug out and be put beside him, and no other concubines would be buried with him. Because he knew that you hated that rule the most since you made in clear to him bad then, and he only wanted you, no one else, only you to serve him or him to serve you . he doesn't care, he just needed you, only you can make him feel alive again.