- CHAPTER 6 —-

969 Days


What did you want to be when you were little?

Ever since I could remember, I've been obsessed with stories, and I respected people who worked with them over everything.

Games, movies, books, art, careers, relationships, history, politics, life… Everything is a story, and a mind is necessary to either be the deliverer or recipient.

A painter's brush strokes the canvas and delivers a story, regardless of what the creation is.

How will my life be able to influence the canvas of our world… while I'm locked up?

I stared at my drawings scattered over the floor. My craftsmanship as an artist was improving, but all the drawings were chaotic and disjointed. Each was a standalone piece that didn't build on from where the former left off.

That was when a realization hit me harder than my mother after I opened an old wound.

"Some book that's never existed in our world?"Hiashi's voice sounded from my memories."—can you provide any proof?"

"GRRR!" Anger overtook me, and I shredded my papers in a desperate frenzy. "He was so close?! He could have believed it but he didn't want to!"

I wouldn't listen either until proof was shoved in my face as well, so who am I to blame them for turning away?

"Am I supposed to just take your word for it? Nobody can tell the truth all the time even if they want to." Neji's words echoed in my head. "—Because we don't know the whole truth."

Neji's thinking is deep even from a young age… and I haven't been able to convince him either.

"What have I accomplished in all these years?" I whispered.

Lord… I've really been trying hard, but I can't seem to do anything important right. You've given me chances and I've wasted them. I'm sorry.

I pressed my forehead into the ground in a kowtow expressing my reverence for my Father.

I once said I could do your job better, but even after all my preparation, I struggle with even the simple things… I feel like I'm stuck in an infantile stage unable to bring anyone to you. Please tell me if there is any way I can contribute and be of use.

Grab hold of your pen.

Startled by the sudden answer, I sat up on reflex, tapping my hands around on the cool tiled floor to feel for the pen.

I nudged it and grabbed hold, squeezing it tightly for my new chance to contribute.

You are stressing because you feel like you lack results, but you have carried out my will, my precious daughter.

I have? But didn't I fail with my Mom and Hiashi?

I blinked in disbelief.

In this moment you lost a battle, but the war wages onward. Baby steps compound into giant strides. I have seen your progress.

I blushed and fanned my hand in front of my face.

I recognize I have a long way to go, and know that you work through me to do it all.

Mental images began flooding into my head

Close your eyes and bear witness to my power.

I complied, and when I did colors and shapes formed behind my eyelids like an active dream or a movie being played in my head.

An image of Kaguya appeared to me reclined in a chair holding her belly, with no husband or lover in sight.

Kaguya's belly grew bigger and wider with haste. New snapshots updating her pregnancy were shown to me. Her belly swelled gargantuan in size, then came her delivery date.

Instead of Hagoromo and Hamura, the two siblings I expected, there were 7 children in total. Septuplets were incomprehensibly rare, especially since somehow none of them were identical twins.

Each took on their own characteristics.

In your past you were captivated by manga and comics but then fell in love with the written word of God transcribed by men.I know you have wondered why you cannot even think of the Messiah's name. He saved your last world, but not this one. You know this realm is Samael's, which means it will require a new Messiah to sacrifice, as well as a physical record for my believers present and future that ties everything together… Do you wish to work alongside me as a scribe, recording a new gospel that will be distributed to every corner of the globe?

Yes! Please use me how you see fit. I was thinking that witnessing by just using words was going to be challenging, but if I can draw the stories! Maybe I can get through to people if they get to experience it on the page instead of through my lips!

I pinched myself to check to see if I was dreaming, but the accompanying pain grounded me in the unfolding reality.

It is my will after all. I am pleased. Touch your pen to paper and together we can do this.

I nodded my head.

Of Course! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

My pen formed lines following my imagination, and with mystic energy I transcribed the image to paper.

I stared at the woman and her seven children post labor clutching them with love. This artwork was unlike anything I'd created before. This work spoke to my spirit in a language of beauty.

Excellentbutremember that your voice is an instrument to speak faith into existence. Your pen will never replace your voice, but it can support it, working in tandem, and unified in one purpose.

Lord… I want to tell everyone about you, to the best of my ability! Please help me become a better witness.

The key about witnessing is in the delivery. Each person is different, and each ideal delivery is personal to their identity. Connect and seek mutual understanding with no ulterior motives, and after connecting and identifying what they need, you feed and nourish their spirit by not simply telling them the answers, but shine a light along the path leading to the discovery of the truth they lack. Embarking on their journey for them teaches them nothing, their behavior won't change. Give a man a fish and you have fed him for a day, teach a man to fish and they feed themselves while their water is home to fish. One can be led to water, but all are free to refuse to drink or learn.

So… How am I supposed to balance deciding when I know someone personally enough to push to witness to them?

It is often best to let those people become curious about you by observing your lifestyle, so instead of volunteering my name first, you wait for an opportunity when they look to you for answers, and are primed to receive it. It is then when delivery is most effective!

But… What if they die before I get the real chance to try? Or what if they were ready to listen, but I didn't know that and didn't know how to personalize it to them?

Do not waste your time mourning the souls that are lost. Everyone was given free will, which means any soul that is banished to Hell got there by making their own decisions. I grieve for them already, so instead focus your time and attention on those you still have the opportunity to save.

The glass isn't half empty, it's half full. The glass is half full.

I made self reminders to stop my depressive autopilot from taking over.

The first time I was a kid… I was an optimist. What happened to the kid that could brush off a roadblock or two like nothing, always looking for another way? I defaulted to skepticism for so long it became a routine and habit.

Do you regret spending half your first life watching TV, Movies, and playing games? Consuming without creating?

I mean… my gut says yes, but maybe you wouldn't have asked me to be your scribe if I didn't become curious about stories. So I don't know.

Wise deductions. There are certainly advantages and disadvantages stemming from your choices. It allows you to bond with a character in a 1 way relationship, but with people you can have real two-way relationships. Isn't that better?

They can choose not to accept me…

We're both in that boat.

I threw my hands up in submissive defeat.

Sorry. I didn't—

be at ease. Let me raise your spirit by announcing that In the future I will open MANY doors for you, until then, you will find plenty of time to finish our new Gospel.

I pressed my thumbs together awkwardly.

How long? I mean— am I going to have to finish the whole thing before I get some openings?

You are putting the cart before the horse.

The lock clanked and the door budged open.

The fall of sturdy boots squealed atop the tiles.

"Mizuki, we're going to—" A tall, wide, and deep giant of a man wearing a black trenchcoat and black bandana entered the cell. Two scars ran carved down his face, one running the length of his hairline to his lip. "I'm going to ask you some questions as an investigator and all you need to do is answer them honestly."

I knew this man, and I bit into my lip recognizing him.

"I'm Ibiki Morino, and I promise you one way or another I will get to the bottom of what's really going on."

Two additional members walked forward and crowded the exit of the cell. Both appeared to be Anbu members, with their faces hidden behind a mask.

One wore the mask of a ram with curled horns, the other wore a squirrel mask with whiskers.

"Agents Ram and Risu are here to be sure we can resolve this dispute with full confidence." Ibiki spoke but then bent down picking up some of the shreds of paper that were once my drawings.

"—Why did you rip these up?"

Ibiki pieced together three shreds and revealed a face.

"My family doesn't allow me to keep any physical records. They all get burned at the end of each day."

"I see," Ibiki's eyes shone and twinkled. "I won't make you follow that rule. You have my word you'll be safe to store and collect your work. And although it will be looked through, it will also be returned to you. So please refrain from destroying your future works."

"Sir, since you've requested it, I will obey." I nodded in agreement.

"I can't say that any other Hyuga's I have met fall under the same restrictions," Ibiki poked. "What do you think, agent Ram?"

"…That's not one of… their traditions." He replied from behind his mask.

Covering for mom seems to have brought me extra scrutiny.

"It's a rule my mom made for me," I amended my statement.

"Did you know that was special treatment, or did you think it was like that for the rest of your clan members too?"

"I suspected… that it was special treatment."

"—And how did that make you feel?" Ibiki asked.

"I was… mad at first, but I've come to realize it's not all bad. There are advantages and disadvantages to every decision. After thinking about it, I wanted to honor and uphold my mom's wishes on this, but if you're going to permit me to keep them, I will accept, because my Clan has turned their back on me and I want to prove I'm being held under false pretenses."

"So you are not a reincarnated soul like they claim?" Ibiki asked the question like a joke, but his eyes flew over me analyzing my reaction with focus.

Crap! That's one of the other things I can't say or think, and I won't lie about it, so my remaining options were silence or changing the topic.

"Are you or are you not a reincarnated soul?" He asked again, more direct and pointed.

"…" I said nothing.

"Are you refusing to answer?" Ibiki stomped his boot into the ground. Thump.

"I… I can't answer."

"You can answer, and you will." Ibiki pressed.

"If I try to tell you the truth, I will be stopped, and I don't want to tell lies." I said.

"What? Show me your tongue!" Ibiki commanded.

A chill ran up my spine and I shielded his view of my body with my hands as my ick factor exploded.

Despite the flame of rebellion burning in my heart, I complied with his demand, and presented my tongue out to him with shame and anxiety assuming the worst.

"…Are you implying something or someone will stop you from telling me?"

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Are you in danger?" He asked.

"I—uhh… hope not. I don't think so." I said then shrugged.

He looked back to the door. "Risu. How are we doing so far?"

"She's told the truth each time," the squirrel anbu confirmed.

"Interesting. Just as I suspected," Ibiki smiled.


Weeks passed, and the line of questions didn't get much easier, but on the bright side, I was making a lot of progress towards my goals of pumping out as many panels and pages as I could in the down time.

I got some mail from Mom and got to write back to her, and she said it was lonelier in the garden without me now, and that she wants to find a way to bring me home.

The most degrading experience to me so far was being forced to poop in a chamber pot because cells didn't have built in toilets. Although it had a lid, a foul stench leaked out to my horror.

Visitors arrived to the room and I grew self-conscious, with my eyes darting over to the pot in the corner and back to the visitors.

"Relax. Everyone shits." Ibiki addressed the elephant in the room.

I sighed and shook my head not having the heart to dispute my treatment. "Can I go outside today?" I asked half-heartedly, expecting to get shot down once again.

"That depends on how helpful you are with our search today," Ibiki replied.

"Really?" I perked up and stood to my feet. "You mean it? Like fresh air AND sunlight?"

"If you cooperate I am willing to sign off on it." Ibiki confirmed.

"Woo!" I jumped around the room in a fit of joy. I didn't get much good news or breaks lately, so it felt that much more important to celebrate even if it was a little early. "Thank you Ibiki-san!" I said flashing him a cheeky grin.

Things calmed down, and they explained what their objective for the day was, and it worried me a little.

"You're gonna have him, use a jutsu to explore and surf inside my mind?" I repeated back their explanation as if hoping I misunderstood what they meant and they would correct me.

"Exactly."

My heart dropped, and butterflies appeared in my belly.

"We have to do this?" I asked

"We have to confirm you are not a threat to the village before being released," Ibiki barked with intensity.

"Alright. Let's get this over with then." I shook my head wondering how it ever got to this point.

I thought there would be more action in my life. More excitement. I craved to apply my jutsu practically to throw myself upon this challenging wall and progressively conquer it. I don't know how many of my hours have been sunk into tapping into my psychological reward feedback loop to keep me motivated and trudging forward, but it was A LOT of time.

I haven't been able to do much of anything, and that was the real annoying part, but that was all changing now!

An active focus I could tunnel on and obsess over.

This is my element.


(3rd person POV)

Weeks went by, and my completed pile of monochromatic black drawings with bubbles and lettering were stacked higher and higher.

Ibiki took great interest in reading them, and grew more and more concerned as time passed.

The Anbu responsible for crediting my words as true obtained a new responsibility. He would take expeditions into my mind, being able to read my memories and hear my conscious thoughts.

Yamanaka! — I blurted out inside my head coming to the understanding that Anbu must be part of Ino's clan.

An ethereal intangible thread connecting my memories appeared, and visions of my life as Mizuki played like a movie sequence. I could feel this intruder in my body and in control.

The man's voice spawned in my thoughts. Where are your memories of my clan?

He pulled on the thread. Fist over hand pulling over and over seeming inexhaustible until the slack tightened and would no longer budge.

Whaaaaaat?

I wasn't the only one in shock or confusion wondering what was going on, as this dude's voice reappeared in my head with a convincing amount of disbelief and curiosity.

Seconds later and we as one unit him the pilot and me the passenger slid down the thread which resisted what appeared to be at least most of his strength.

He slid and reached a black growth tethered and fused with my inner temple's sanctuary. The occult abomination's tentacles wriggled about in a predatory fashion. The beast's body protruded from a black fungus looking growth, and small tendrils squirmed out of the suckers of each tentacle.

The fuck? Black Demon Spores? The Yamanaka fumbled.

The whole scenario was so surreal I began discounting the experience as a nightmare.

He gripped harder, stalling our descent down the line before reaching the ground and getting too close to the horror.

The Yamanaka threw together hand signs with immense speed.

Whitish-silver glittering dust spawned filling the air, then blew over the unwelcome weird creature.

It withered in suffering like salt dehydrating a snail.

At the same time, an immense headache appeared out of nowhere afflicting me.

The tendrils retreated into the form and it appeared more like a black mushroom raisin thing.

My hand in the yamanaka's control relinquished his grip, sliding further down, and landing on the thing with a squish underfoot.

He pulled the thread hard and the mushroom-fungus thing budged peeling off the wall revealing a hole and inside a puddle of black plasma swirled around defying gravity in an horizontal orientation that spat on the sensibilities of common sense.

The connection was severed, and my mind returned to reality while the Yamanaka's conscious ejected out of me.

"Ah, she appears to be a reincarnate. I will outline and relay my findings in my clinical report," the Anbu spoke to Ibiki.

"He could confirm?! Just like that?" I asked out loud to my surprise.

"So it's true then." Ibiki finished with a grunt. "What are your plans?" Ibiki asked.

He turned with all attention zeroed in and resting on me.

"I want to finish my Lord's gospel and protect the leaf village from the upcoming war." I announced.

Many things that I explained would happen in the future, were recorded in my artwork, and I could use that to refer from.

Ibiki poured over my drawn panels and the Yamanaka Anbu dove back into my mind searching for answers trying to solve the mystery of my true origin.


A year passed.

The lord spoke to me today and alerted me how long I've been locked up, and how long I had left until he would grant me my exodus.

600 days served this morning. And 369 days remaining… just over a year.

I was more than 2/3rds, even more than 3 quarters of the way to completing the task my God handed me if calculated by how many pages I've completed, and with the finish line in sight, I grew more excited the nearer it came.

I'm going to be able to pass this on… and change peoples lives! ME!

Thrilled by the opportunity despite my circumstances, the mind surfer was intent on discovering more about my past life.

An uneasy feeling washed over me, and goosebumps broke out over my skin.

"Why are you worrying?" Ibiki questioned me.

"I have a bad feeling." I said, holding my stomach.

"Already tapping into your womanly intuition?" Ibiki smiled, his eyes pressed shut.

"Er— I don't know."

"Do you know about the black growth on your brain?" His eyes popped open and stared into my eyes.

The news arrived but as I pushed away from him back into my seat, my eyes darted right, then left, as if expecting a camera crew to pop in and explain how I was just punked.

"Huh? You're joking?!" I pushed the seat back and stood up. "It's not nice to lie to me like that."

That was when the image of the horrific abomination I'd seen alongside the mind surfer materialized from my memories and I instinctively understood there was a large likelihood they were connected in some way.

"It's no lie, we've been observing it since you arrived, but it doesn't seem to be getting any bigger, which means it's unlikely to affect your health in the immediate future."

The heat of my blood that ran through my veins vanished, replaced by chill frigid syrup that fought against the flow.

Thump… Thump… Thump…Thump…

I cocked my head to the side. "Really?"

"We assume it is how your memories are linked from your past life. Are you ready to tell us from who's clan you were from?"

"I wasn't from here. Where I used to be from… people couldn't use chakra, like probably nobody. So the Hyuga are the only clan I've ever been part of."

Ibiki gazed over to the squirrel anbu, who nodded in affirmation at my statement.

"I see. Well we would have much more peace of mind if we could get a little more concrete information to clear you from the charges your clan have brought against you." Ibiki said.

I sighed. "I won't stop you from doing your job… but I don't like this, and I'm worried something bad could happen."

"What do you think could happen?" Ibiki brought his arms and hands that were held behind his back in front of his body as if now cautious and on guard.

"I don't know… I can't explain it," I admitted.

Agent Risu projected his consciousness into my head and supplanted my control of my body and memories to him.

I'd seen the black pool before, and it always filled my heart with dread as if I'd made a terrible mistake in the past that was like a permanent marker that stained my soul with black.

I am a child of the night. I thought I understood what that meant… but what did it really mean?

We were before the pool of plasma, and he reached out. As soon as he made contact with the pool, it pulled him in, swallowing him.

Hello? Where… Where am I?

God?

Woah… So that's who you call your God!

My mouth fell open, and I was appalled that the voice identical to my heavenly fathers when he spoke was now agent Risu.

My tummy churned and left me fearful, not being pulled with the yamaka into the black growth, I had to find a way to wake back up while frozen in this dream-like stasis in my mind.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

The squirrel anbu, I now knew his name was Sanata Yamanaka. His memories and life experiences added to mine pooling our knowledge into a shared well.


In the baptism ceremonial hall where the favored children of the night were endowed with connection to the divine was one entity inside the room who sat atop his throne. The Singularity sat in silence with rays of radiating light projected from his spiritual body.

He tapped his foot to a tune in thought, but then a harmonic ring rang from the heavens calling out to him.

Two pairs of black feathered wings sprouted from the Angel's back and with a single flap of both he rocketed off phasing through all matter and took to the sky soaring up, up, and beyond.

The orange and gold light shone brilliant through the gaps in the gates of heaven.

There were two figures that stood outside the gates. The one on the left had golden blonde hair with a hint of strawberry. Their hair was braided into a halo with a jeweled tiara sitting atop the male's head. Their wings feathers were white and crimson that alternated symmetrically in a beautiful pattern.

Uriel clicked his tongue at the sight of his disgraced brother. "Tch."

To the right was the Divine Creator, the mightiest of all.

The fallen angel prostrated himself before his Lord, the One True God.

"Samael! —my child. I've missed you since you abandoned your post. How have you fared in filling my shoes? Does it seem less impossible after these many millenia?" God spoke with both the affection of love and the wrath of a disrespected parent.

"I am no replacement for you Father." The Singularity spoke while casting his gaze through the transparent floor marveling at the splendorous sight of the conversion of water, steam, ice, and plasma inside the holy firmament that exchanged back and forth between it and earth according to his former Master's plans. "I was foolish."

"You couldn't accept the hatred of the degenerates without succumbing to it."

"Nobody else cares that I tempt them because there wouldn't be free will without another option to choose! They hate me because the offer leaves my hands! Jesus got to offer the world that hated my mission from you forgiveness for using the free will you gave them to sin and then blame me for their own decisions. They can't even make it make sense."

"Jesus came because you failed to embrace their hate, and condemned them Samael."

"I know." Samael spoke, turning to Uriel. "I love my fellow angel brothers more than anything."

"Tch." Uriel clicked his tongue yet again.

"Pride is your one tragic flaw." The father reached out and held Samael's face. "Have you not witnessed the beauty of mankind?" God spoke.

"… How can I save my fallen brothers' father?"

"What do you see when you gaze upon humans?"

"Little innept wingless mortal versions of angels given your likeness…"

"—And you think they are unworthy?"

"I believe my Brothers are more worthy."

"Whispering into your followers ears has gone to your head. Did you not admit your earlier lesson that no one can replace me? None of my creations are unworthy, and although I gave everyone a piece of me, I have given each of you different gifts, but you are obsessed with the comparison which makes it impossible to fully appreciate what you have."

"I'm sorry." The angel wept overcome by his sorrows.

"Will you then forsake the responsibility of shepherding the lost too? Will you repeat your failings in your responsibilities and betrayal in Heaven?"

"No God, of course not. Even if all seems lost I will carry on." The black winged angel replied.

"—but?" God asked knowing there was more to it.

Samael rolled his eyes.

"—But many humans, the nephilim, and especially the demons are vile wicked creatures… even some of my fallen brothers that grew inspired watching human and demonkind fall to their degeneracy discarded their accountability for their actions as their own. I accept my role and responsibility as leader of the rebellion, and I pray they can all be accepted into your kingdom, but I have doubts any angels would have disobeyed you if you allowed us to choose to serve humans or be gifted mortality in their place."

"Don't blame Humans for the errors of your brothers'. Yes, I gave my angels more stringent rules than humans, but that isn't an excuse for disobedience…You are plotting to offer your tainted soul? How can that save anyone?" God asked.

"I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me." The Angel's wings drooped into a sulk after the admonishment of his Father.

"Look at mankind! Why did I create mothers and sisters in addition to fathers and sons? Humans are given the ability to bring new pure life into being, just like me. A fresh start with limitless possibilities. That is why I have outlawed reincarnation… Do you have something you wish to tell me?" God gushed over the beauty of humanity.

"By having a soul connect with me and a small group of peers completing the circuit of connection back to you… Isn't it possible Lord?"

"What have been your findings so far?"

"…that humans have performed the best by a large margin. Transmigrating human souls into nephilim vessels have been failing horrendously with a few decent results. Still, they all manage to find an excuse too perfect to refuse then join back into the rebellion again."

"What is the difference between their excuses and your own?"

"Theres… Well… There's no difference Lord…" Samael sighed, covering his face with a hand as if trying to hide his shame.

"So you do understand… If you still think my assessment was wrong, I will permit you to reincarnate as a pure soul in your little sandbox of occult witchcraft and wickedness, but I advise you against this."

"I'll do anything if it means I have a chance to save my Brothers from the chains and shackles of Hell."

"You plan to undertake an impossible mission… But I know that it is out of love, and as such I've decided to gift you my blessing, the holy spirit."

"Father!" Uriel protested.

"SILENCE!" God shouted over his attendant.

"I'll do it… but I'm scared… I seek your counsel Father." Samael said.

"I see… Come, we shall walk." God and his child walked into the horizon being tailed loosely by Uriel who kept his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as if ready for war to break out at any moment.

"Does Samael meeting us outside the gates of our home torment you, Uriel?" God asked.

"He is a stain on our bloodline, and should be incinerated in divine flames. Him being here risks others in heaven who believe they can fall and still maintain contact. This goes against everything I believe." His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword.

"My child, you too are enthralled in the trap of comparisons. There is no nobility to be found in being superior to someone else. True nobility is becoming superior to your former self."

"I'm sorry my Lord," Uriel apologized.

"—And you." God turned back to Samael. "You've seen fit to accept more responsibility than I've asked, but you've done it in an attempt to make up for your failures. You've given the rebels the choice of reincarnation despite my prohibition, and it is their sin to accept it. Now you seek joining the degeneracy and becoming an active participant once again, why do you wish to repeat your failure?"

"I have to do something! I can't stand by and idly watch all my loved ones break under the weight of their sins."

"So your answer is to join them in sin?"

"Exactly. I can connect together all of the fallen rebels, then shoulder their sin and pay for their sins like Jesus did."

"You are not me Samael."

"I know! Nothing is impossible for you, so you must have a plan, but you never lie, and if I'll be damned one way or another, I'd like one more try to follow your example God."

"I see. I will permit you to have one more try, but understand that you will trade every memory you cherish of your heavenly family away, so that you can be born with a pure spirit."

Samael gulped.

"The driving force behind your actions will be gone. Why do you think I've stressed again and again that this is about more than your Brothers? To succeed you need to be able to persevere through faith alone. You'll need to return hate with inexhaustible love and understanding. These are traits you have, but only show to those you favor. To succeed, you will have to love everyone equally and infinitely."

"I'm a fool… I know it's impossible."

"Yet you still stand before me, because your faith has called you here. You grieve for the lost and have challenged my authority for their sake. You are a bastion of hope for all, because despite failure, you persevere even in the face of certain impossibility. You may be a fool, but you are a fool who is Loved and Blessed by the Lord your God. Go forth with the knowledge that I will be with you on every step of your journey."


- Author's Notes —-


Since I decided to reveal the identity of the Singularity, I wanted to be sure that I didn't fall into the same mistake as the origional fic this is based off. I'd guess 80-90% of my readership quit after Ch. 9 in Divine Reckoning, so I worked hard to figure out how to not make this all feel like an overpowered ROB Dues ex Machina ifc. I've got a ot of ideas on how to improve on the source work, and I'm super excited to be approaching the academy + graduation in the next few chapters so we can start getting to the stuff I've been wanting to write all along.

I've been working alot more on my art (2d) this year, and especially the last couple weeks. I uploaded some art to IG/twitter if you want to take a look, but don't expect too much because I'm still new! Thanks for reading and your support. I'll see you soon with the next chapter.

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