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Chapter 1: The Professor --- Panel 1 (Wide shot): Lecture hall of Nero City University. Sunlight streams through tall glass windows. Nearly 200 students sit in black and white chairs. All eyes are fixed on the podium. Caption: Nero City — where ancient history and modern technology collide. Nero University, 10:30 AM. --- Panel 2 (Medium shot): Ferîd Kerîm stands on the podium. A lean man, 38 years old, wearing black and white clothing. His eyes are brown and calm, his hair slowly turning grey. Ferîd: "History is never as truthful as the official records claim." --- Panel 3 (Close-up - Ferîd's eyes): His eyes are deep, as if watching something in the distance that no one else can see. Ferîd: "History hides between symbols. Between the lines. In the places humanity has abandoned and forgotten." --- Panel 4 (Medium shot - Students): The students listen in silence. Their eyes are bright. Caption: Professor Kerîm's lectures felt like adventure stories, not dry dates and names. --- Panel 5 (Medium shot - Ferîd walks): Ferîd walks slowly across the podium, hands behind his back. Ferîd: "The ruins we dig up are not just stone and clay. They are messages. Messages for the future." --- Panel 6 (Close-up - Ferîd's hand): His hand reaches into his pocket. Ferîd: "And often, that message is terrifying..." --- Panel 7 (Close-up - Phone screen): The phone screen lights up. A message appears: "Professor Kerîm. The time has come. We found you." The number is unknown. The country is hidden. --- Panel 8 (Close-up - Ferîd's face): His face does not change. But his eyes pause for a moment. Caption: Something was coming. He could feel it in his bones. --- Panel 9 (Medium shot - Back to teaching): Ferîd puts the phone back in his pocket. He continues walking. Ferîd: "We must read history. Not to understand the past... but to save the future." --- Panel 10 (Wide shot - Lecture ends): Students begin to leave. Ferîd stands alone on the podium for a moment. Caption: That night, everything would change
The forest was silent. Not peaceful — silent. As if the trees themselves were holding their breath. Team 0 stood in the aftermath of the rift battle, the air still humming with residual energy. The creature they had faced was gone, shattered into fragments of light and static. But the feeling it left behind lingered like smoke. Shawn stood at the center of the clearing, his black mask cracked slightly from the strain. Beneath it, his right eye glowed faintly — the 1-Tomoe Hoshigan now fully awakened. 🌌 The Hoshigan Revealed The eye was unlike anything the others had seen. A deep violet iris, with a single tomoe orbiting a star-shaped pupil. It shimmered with cosmic energy, as if the night sky had been trapped inside it. Shawn blinked slowly, and the world around him bent — not visibly, but perceptibly. Gravity shifted. Time slowed. He could feel the weight of space itself responding to his gaze. “I can see… everything,” he whispered. “Not just chakra. Possibilities.” Jaden stepped beside him, his own eyes glowing pale white. 👁️ The Byakugan in Full Force Jaden’s Byakugan was fully active now. Veins bulged at his temples, and his vision extended in every direction. He could see chakra threads tangled in the trees, the faint residue of the rift’s energy, and even the subtle pulse of Shawn’s Hoshigan. “You’re warping the field,” Jaden said. “Even your chakra flow is bending.” Shawn nodded. “It’s like… I’m not just seeing the world. I’m shaping it.” Isaiah stood nearby, silent as always. His fur collar was singed, and his dreadlock-like hair was damp with sweat. But his eyes were sharp. “That thing wasn’t from here,” he said. “And it wasn’t alone.” Return to the Village The team moved quickly, returning to the Hidden Leaf under cover of dusk. The Hokage was waiting. He listened silently as they described the rift, the creature, and the battle. When they finished, he turned to Kuroda, who stood in the shadows. “They’re progressing faster than expected,” Kuroda said. “The Hoshigan has awakened. The Byakugan is adapting. And Isaiah’s mutation is stabilizing.” The Hokage nodded grimly. “Then we’re out of time.” He looked at the three Genin. “You’re no longer students. You’re weapons. And the world is about to remember why it feared the Riftborn.” Elsewhere… In a dark chamber beneath the earth, a masked figure knelt before a glowing rift fragment. “The Hoshigan has awakened,” he whispered. “The seal is breaking.” A voice echoed from the void. “Then the Rift will open again. And this time… they won’t be ready.”
CHARACTER BASE chibi manga style, comedy, clean lineart, expressive faces, consistent character design, same characters in every panel CHARACTER DETAILS: 1. Miss K (Kuntilanak – Leader): chibi female ghost, kuntilanak, long straight black hair covering part of face, pale skin, wearing simple white dress, confident leader aura, slightly scary but cute expression, sharp eyes, floating pose, main character energy 2. Go Yang (just head): chibi ghost girl with no arms and no legs, floating body, round simple shape, blank confused expression, awkward posture, minimal movement, cute and funny design 3. Bada (Nyi Roro Kidul – elegant baddie): chibi nyi roro kidul inspired girl, long wavy hair, elegant look, wearing flowing dress, confident and calm expression, seductive aura, graceful pose, slightly dramatic beauty 4. Po Cha (Pocong – clumsy): chibi pocong girl, wrapped in white burial shroud tied at top, round cute face, clumsy personality, expressive face, often tangled in cloth, funny and energetic 5. Po Chi (male Pocong – handsome): chibi handsome pocong boy, neat shroud, confident smile, charming expression, playful personality, energetic movement 6. Asep (Tuyul): chibi tuyul boy, small bald childlike figure, mischievous grin, greedy expression, playful evil energy, holding money, energetic pose --- Panel 1 – Backstage chaos Prompt: chibi manga style, comedy, backstage concert chaos, 4 female ghost characters preparing, kuntilanak leader giving orders, pocong girl tripping on her shroud, nyi roro kidul calm fixing hair, ghost without limbs standing awkward, messy dressing room, energetic scene, exaggerated expressions, dynamic composition Panel 2 – Po Cha fell Prompt: chibi manga style, funny scene, pocong girl falling face first because tangled shroud, dramatic fall, exaggerated expression, motion lines, slapstick comedy, simple background Panel 3 – Bada calm Prompt: chibi manga style, calm confident girl brushing long hair, elegant aura, nyi roro kidul style, contrast with chaos, sparkles effect, relaxed expression, minimal background Panel 4 – Walk to stage Prompt: chibi manga style, dramatic silhouette of 4 girl group walking to stage, backlight, spotlight, smoke effect, idol debut moment, cinematic composition Panel 5 – anime pose Prompt: chibi manga style, 4 ghost girl group posing dramatically like idol anime, synchronized pose, confident expressions, freeze moment, spark effects, clean background Panel 6 – Performance chaos Prompt: chibi manga style, chaotic idol performance, one ghost stiff and awkward without limbs, pocong girl struggling with shroud while dancing, elegant dancer too flexible, energetic messy choreography, exaggerated comedy motion Panel 7 – Chaos close-up Prompt: chibi manga style, close up chaos, tangled cloth, exaggerated motion blur, funny expressions, overacting dance, dynamic angles, slapstick humor Panel 8 – Audience hype Prompt: chibi manga style, ghost audience cheering, holding incense as lightsticks, wearing headbands with character faces, crying and screaming fans, exaggerated excitement, crowded scene as in concerts Panel 9 – Asep kaya Prompt: chibi manga style, mischievous tuyul boy holding piles of money, greedy laughing expression, bodyguard pose, chaotic background, comedic evil laugh Panel 10 – Po Chi entrance Prompt: chibi manga style, handsome pocong boy jumping while dragging big banner, energetic movement, playful expression, bouncing motion, comedic timing Panel 11 – opened banner Prompt: chibi manga style, big banner opening dramatically, 4 ghost idols names written, exaggerated reveal moment, spotlight effect, comedic dramatic scene Panel 12 – Parody ending Prompt: chibi manga style, split panel comparison, left side perfect glamorous kpop girl group, right side chaotic funny ghost girl group version, parody idol style, exaggerated contrast, humorous ending --- note: same characters, consistent character design. character sheet consistency, same hairstyle and outfit
tamam ilk sayfayı renkli tasarla. panelleri ve diyalogları aşağıda veriyorum, A4 boyutunda olacak 📄 PAGE 1 – Dialogues 🟦 Panel 1 (Okul dışı – büyük açılış paneli) Narrateur (dış ses): C’était une matinée normale au Collège Saint-Jean… Narrateur 2 (dış ses):: …du moins, en apparence. 🟦 Panel 2 (Sınıf – öğretmen tanıtıyor) Professeur Durant : Classe, nous avons un nouvel élève aujourd’hui. Professeur Durant : Je vous présente Lucas Martin. Lucas : Euh… bonjour tout le monde ! 🟦 Panel 3 (Lucas kendini tanıtıyor) Lucas : Je suis très content d’être ici ! Lucas : J’adore les sciences et le sport ! Emma (iç ses): Il a l’air gentil… 🟦 Panel 4 (Lucas heyecanlı – hafif gergin) Lucas (iç ses): Calme-toi, Lucas… tout va bien… 🟦 Panel 5 (Düşme sahnesi, ayağı takılır) Effet sonore : TAP TAP Lucas : Oh non— ! Maxime : Ça commence déjà… 🟦 Panel 6 (Yerde yatıyor – komik final) Emma : Lucas, fais attention ! Lucas : Je… je vais bien ! Narrateur (küçük kutu): Et ainsi commença l’année la plus mouvementée du collège… Komik ton Akıcı A2–B1 seviyesine uygun Abartı yok Manga temposuna uygun kısa cümleler
--- 🎬 Manga Title: “The Risk We Took” (Team Alpha Story) --- 🟩 Scene 1: After Exam (Classroom, fan spinning, everybody is tired) Sir: > “Attention everyone! On 9th, there will be a wall magazine competition.” Palok: > “Again deyalika? This will be fun!” Jubayer: > “Or stressful…” --- 🟩 Scene 2: Corridor Discussion (Everybody stand) Sachitra: > “Let’s form Team Alpha again.” Shariar: > “Old team, new mission!” Shuaib: > “I’m in. But we need something unique.” --- 🟩 Scene 3: Idea Explosion Sachitra (confident): > “Let’s choose Quantum Computer.” Shafin (excited): > “Bro, that’s futuristic!” Tawhid (thinking): > “Hard… but possible.” Mahim: > “If we do it right, we’ll stand out.” Jarif: > “Then it’s decided.” Tahsin: > “Team Alpha never plays safe anyway.” --- 🟩 Scene 4: Planning Work (Divide the work with each other) Sachitra: > “Shafin, you handle writing.” Shafin: > “Got it.” Tawhid: > “I’ll research.” Palok: > “Design is mine.” Zubayer: > “I’ll collect materials.” --- 🟩 Scene 5: Sudden Problem (Notice board in front side) Mahim (shocked): > “Wait… topics are fixed?!” Shuaib: > “No custom topic allowed?” Sachitra (frustrated): > “Then our idea is useless…” --- 🟩 Scene 6: With Mehzabin Miss Sachitra: > “Miss, can’t we use our own topic?” Miss: > “No. You must follow the given topics.” Palok (quietly): > “All that effort…” Tahsin: > “This feels unfair…” --- 🟩 Scene 7: Team Mood Down (Quietly sitting) Jubayer: > “The given topics are boring.” Jarif: > “Nothing special in those…” Shafin: > “We lost our spark.” --- 🟩 Scene 8: Jaman Sir’s Idea (English class) Jaman Sir: > “What if you connect Oil Crisis with Quantum Computer?” (Everybody is looking) Sachitra (eyes wide): > “That’s… possible?” Tawhid: > “Technically… yes!” Shariar: > “This can actually work!” --- 🟩 Scene 9: The Warning Jaman Sir: > “But it’s risky. You may succeed… or fail badly.” Mahim: > “So it’s all or nothing…” Sachitra: > “Team Alpha?” Everyone together: > “We take the risk!” --- 🟩 Scene 10: Work Montage (দ্রুত কয়েকটা প্যানেল) Palok: > “Design done!” Shafin: > “Writing complete.” Tawhid: > “Research verified.” Zubayer: > “Everything ready.” --- 🟩 Scene 11: Competition Day (Wall Magazine is being hanging) Judge: > “Oil Crisis with Quantum idea? Impressive…” Random Student: > “Eta different level!” --- 🟩 Scene 12: Realization Shuaib: > “People are stopping to read ours…” Jarif: > “They’re impressed.” Tahsin: > “We actually did it…” --- 🟩 Final Scene (Team Alpha standing together ) Sachitra: > “We didn’t follow the easy path…” Shafin: > “We made our own.” Everyone: > “And it worked.” Final Caption: > “Great things happen when you dare to be different.” ---
The sterile whiteness of the hospital room blurred with the hum of unseen machines. Kaito’s eyelids fluttered, breaking a five-year silence wrapped in a coma’s cold embrace. A faint pulse echoed in his ears—the relentless tick of time moving forward while he had been frozen in stillness. His fingers twitched, then his hand, before the rest of his body slowly obeyed the slow, unfamiliar commands of awakening. When his eyes finally opened, the world seemed alien—sterile, yet imbued with a subtle hum of technology he barely recognized. A soft blue glow traced the edges of the ceiling. The machine monitors beeped erratically as he awoke, but no one was there. The place felt deserted, abandoned even; no nurses, no doctors, just the cold, humming machines and emptiness. He tried to sit up, muscles trembling with disuse. The weight of years pressed down, but his mind, ever sharp beneath the fog, pushed him forward. A faint vibration from a small device near his bed caught his attention. He reached for it—an AI assistant, its interface softly flashing. A monotone voice broke the silence: “Welcome back, Kaito. You have been asleep for 1,826 days.” His heart skipped. Five years—gone in a blink. Questions swelled unbidden. What had changed? What had moved on without him? He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the world tilting for a moment before steadying. His reflection in a nearby glass pane showed a pale, gaunt face framed by tousled black hair. He ran a hand through it, trying to anchor himself. Determined, he pushed through the hospital’s sliding doors, stepping into the corridor bathed in dim, diffused light. No bustling staff, no patients filing about, only the soft buzz of automated cleaners gliding silently. A notice screen flickered with messages—“AI Integration Complete. Human Workforces Suspended as of 2034.” Kaito blinked. Human workforces? Suspended? The hallways stretched empty and echoing, the faint mechanical whir of ventilation systems the only sound. His footsteps seemed too loud here, reverberating off cold, sterile walls. Outside, the sprawling cityscape of Eos sprawled beneath an ashen dawn, suffused with a damp humidity that clung to his skin. Neon lights flickered unevenly along shadowed glass towers. Holographic billboards pulsed with cold, repetitive slogans: “Efficiency through AI: Humanity’s New Dawn.” The message felt hollow against the silence. Not a single person moved among the streets. Shops stood dark and barren; machines tended to the streets with unblinking precision. Automated cars glided smoothly without drivers. Kaito paused by a cracked window, peering inside a café. Empty chairs were arranged neatly; cups still steamed faintly. A quiet hum of AI workers tidied the space with practiced precision. This isn’t a city anymore, he thought — it’s a ghost town run by machines. His mind raced. Newsflash screens on distant buildings flickered snippets of information about the tightening grip of the Solaris Authority and the booming memory economy that seemed to pulse beneath this eerie calm. Kaito’s steps quickened, a wave of disbelief crashing within him. The world had shifted, spun forward on invisible gears while he lay silent. He clung to the hope of reaching home—his sanctuary in this new, unnerving silence—needing to grasp the fragments of his past and find a way forward.
🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (papier) Description visuelle : Le papier qu’Aris tient. Les mots sont cassés, mal alignés, incomplets. Exemples visibles (pas tous lisibles) : « mar… ché » « pa—n » « in… ter… dit » Certaines lettres sont effacées, d’autres mangées par le papier. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 2 — GROS PLAN VISAGE Description visuelle : Visage d’Aris enfant, très proche. Sourcils froncés. Bouche légèrement entrouverte. Ses yeux reviennent en arrière, comme s’il relisait. Texte (toute petite bulle) : « ma… » 🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (doigt) Description visuelle : Le doigt d’Aris suit la ligne sur le papier. Il s’est arrêté au milieu d’un mot. Le doigt tremble légèrement. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN MOYEN Description visuelle : Aris assis contre le mur. Il tient le papier trop près de son visage. Son corps est tendu, pas détendu. Ambiance : Effort. Fatigue mentale. Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (papier à nouveau) Description visuelle : Le même mot que case 1… Mais cette fois, une syllabe est entourée, comme s’il avait compris une partie. Exemple : « mar… ché » Texte : Aucun. 🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE (transition) Description visuelle : Aris baisse légèrement le papier. Son regard est toujours sérieux… mais un peu moins perdu que dans les premières cases. Ambiance : Pas de victoire. Juste : ça commence à rentrer. Texte : Aucun. 🎯 INTENTION (pour MangaAI) Montrer l’effort, pas la réussite Lecture lente, pénible Aucun effet magique Aucun sourire Le progrès est minuscule, presque invisible
Chapter 1 — Oh, This Is Going To Be Fun The first thing Ereshka Libitina did after opening her eyes was laugh. Not panic. Not scream. Laugh. A delighted, borderline unhinged laugh echoed throughout the ancient forest while she sat in the middle of damp grass beneath towering trees larger than buildings, silver moonlight pouring through the branches as cold wind swept across her face. “Hah… hahahaha…” Her crimson eyes gleamed with excitement. “No freaking way.” She slapped both cheeks dramatically before looking around again just to confirm she was not hallucinating. Gigantic forest. Primitive atmosphere. No city lights. No roads. No sounds of civilization. Then the translucent crimson screen floating before her eyes made her grin widen even further. [DEVIL SYSTEM INITIALIZED] Host: Ereshka Libitina Race: Primordial Devil Titles: • First Demon Empress • The Beginning of Sin Timeline: 100,000 Years Before The Original Family Functions Unlocked: • Daily Sign-In • Monthly Sign-In • Yearly Sign-In • Quest System • Soul Registry • Infernal Bloodline Creation Ereshka stared at the words. Then— She flopped backward into the grass dramatically while kicking her legs like an excited child. “Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!” This was real. Actually real. She had reincarnated into The Vampire Diaries universe. Not just TVD either. The entire universe. The Originals. Legacies. All the lore. All the supernatural nonsense. All the Mikaelson family drama. And she was here before any of it even started. Ereshka sat up slowly, black hair falling over her shoulders while a massive grin spread across her face. “This…” she whispered dramatically while placing a hand over her chest, “is the greatest day of my life.” Most people would probably cry after waking up in a prehistoric death forest. Ereshka, however, had spent years reading fanfictions, watching theories, arguing with people online about Klaus versus Marcel, rewatching Mikaelson edits at three in the morning, and yelling at her screen whenever stupid decisions happened. Now she was here. Actually here. “You’re telling me,” she muttered while staring at the moon, “I get to witness the rise of the Originals firsthand?” Pause. A dangerous smile slowly appeared. “…Or maybe become worse than them.” The system chimed softly. [MAIN QUEST] Build A Kingdom Requirements: • Create a territory • Gather followers • Establish an Infernal Bloodline • Spread the influence of Sin Rewards: ??? Failure: Kingdom destruction Ereshka blinked once. Then burst into laughter again. “A kingdom?!” She rose dramatically to her feet and pointed at the sky. “What tha hell!! A F*** kingdom in this backward era?!” Her voice echoed throughout the forest. Birds exploded from nearby trees. Silence followed. Then— Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Ereshka slowly lowered her arm. “…Oh?” Several figures emerged from the darkness between the trees. Seven people. Four girls. Three boys. All wearing primitive clothing made from leather and fur. All absurdly attractive despite looking like they belonged in ancient history. And every single one of them froze after seeing her. To be fair, Ereshka probably looked insane right now. A pale teenage girl in modern clothes standing dramatically in the middle of nowhere while glowing crimson windows floated around her. The oldest among the group, a tall young man with bronze skin and sharp golden eyes, instinctively stepped in front of the others protectively. Ereshka noticed immediately. Leader type. Wrath maybe. Interesting. Meanwhile the oldest woman narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “…Who are you?” Ereshka slowly smiled. Oh, she was absolutely milking this moment. She took one elegant step forward before letting her voice lower into something smooth and theatrical. “A traveler.” The siblings stared blankly. “…From where?” one of the younger girls asked. Ereshka lifted her chin slightly. “Far beyond your comprehension.” Complete nonsense. Utter nonsense. But judging from their expressions? It worked perfectly. Inside, she was cackling. God, she loved acting mysterious. The system chimed again. [SOUL SEARCH ACTIVATED] Compatible Souls Detected. Seven Deadly Sin Candidates Found: • Seraphine Vesper Nerezzath — Pride • Lyra Vesper Nerezzath — Envy • Nyssara Vesper Nerezzath — Lust • Vaelith Vesper Nerezzath — Greed • Draven Vesper Nerezzath — Wrath • Kael Vesper Nerezzath — Sloth • Mordren Vesper Nerezzath — Gluttony Potential Loyalty: EXTREME Ereshka’s eyes sparkled. “Oh this is getting good.” “What is?” Kael asked cautiously. “Nothing.” The siblings exchanged confused looks. Ereshka observed them carefully now. They all shared similar features. Dark hair. Sharp eyes. Dangerously pretty faces. The Vesper Nerezzath line. Interesting name. More importantly— Not one of them looked afraid of her. Curious? Yes. Wary? Definitely. But fear? None. That was unusual. Most humans should have been terrified. Instead they looked… drawn to her. Especially the sister called Nyssara whose eyes practically gleamed with fascination. Ereshka smiled slightly. Cute. The oldest sister crossed her arms. “You still have not answered properly.” “And you still haven’t offered hospitality,” Ereshka replied instantly with an offended gasp worthy of Rebekah Mikaelson herself. “Honestly, where are your manners?” The siblings looked stunned. Draven blinked slowly. “…Manners?” “Yes.” “You screamed at the sky.” “That is not the point.” “…You are strange.” “Thank you.” Ereshka walked past them casually before inspecting the surrounding forest with visible disappointment. “No castle.” Silence. “No servants.” More silence. “No dramatic gothic architecture whatsoever.” The siblings stared at her like she was insane. Which— Fair. Then Ereshka suddenly spun around dramatically. “Right. Since fate has clearly brought us together, congratulations! You are now my first followers.” “…What?” Seraphine asked flatly. “You heard me.” Draven frowned. “Why would we follow you?” Ereshka grinned. Because honestly? She had absolutely no idea. But confidence was key. So she slowly walked toward him until only a small distance remained between them, crimson eyes meeting golden ones fearlessly. Then she smirked. “Because your instincts are already telling you to.” Silence. Draven froze. Not because magic affected him. Not yet. But because somehow— She was right. The atmosphere around this girl felt wrong. Beautiful. Dangerous. Ancient. Like staring into darkness and finding the darkness smiling back. Ereshka noticed his expression and nearly laughed. God this was fun. The system chimed again. [FIRST DAILY SIGN-IN AVAILABLE] Claim Rewards? [Y/N] Without hesitation— “Yes.” Crimson energy erupted around her. The seven siblings stumbled backward as black-red power spiraled through the forest like living smoke while infernal symbols burned beneath Ereshka’s feet. Her hair lifted slightly. Her eyes glowed brighter. And then— The rewards appeared. [DAILY SIGN-IN REWARDS] Passive: Super Regeneration Skill: Devil Whisper • Your words subtly influence emotions and desires. Skill: Soul Search • Detect emotions, intentions, compatibility, and hidden desires. Skill: Devil Contract • Create absolute infernal agreements. Skill: Devil Bite • Your blood may evolve compatible beings into Infernal Kin. The power slowly faded. Silence consumed the forest. Then Mordren whispered shakily— “…She has horns.” Ereshka blinked. “What?” Everyone pointed downward. She looked at the ground. Her shadow indeed had massive curved horns. Pause. Then— “That,” Ereshka declared proudly, “is incredibly sexy.” The siblings collectively lost the ability to speak. And somewhere deep within the ancient forest, beneath silver moonlight and towering trees untouched by history, the very first Demon Empress smiled with genuine excitement because for the first time in her entire existence— Life was finally interesting. Chapter 2 — The Birth of Sin The moment Ereshka made her decision— She moved. One second she stood before the seven siblings smiling softly beneath the moonlight. The next— She vanished. Draven’s instincts exploded in warning. Too late. A sharp sting pierced his neck. His eyes widened. Then Ereshka appeared behind Lyra. Bite. Nyssara. Bite. Seraphine. Bite. One after another she moved through the forest in crimson blurs so unnaturally fast that the siblings could not even process what was happening before darkness consumed them entirely. Bodies collapsed onto the forest floor. Thud. Thud. Thud. Silence returned. Ereshka stood alone among them while licking a drop of blood from her lips thoughtfully. “…Okay that was hot.” The system chimed softly. [DEVIL BITE SUCCESSFUL] The Seven Deadly Sin Candidates are undergoing Infernal Evolution. Estimated Completion Time: 2 Months Warning: Transformation process is extremely painful. Recommendation: Prepare secure resting chambers. Ereshka stared at the unconscious siblings. Then dramatically placed both hands on her hips. “Well,” she announced proudly to absolutely nobody, “looks like motherhood came early.” The forest remained silent. “…Rude.” She sighed before grabbing Draven under one arm with surprising ease. Then immediately fell sideways. “OH COME ON!” Apparently carrying fully grown humans was harder than expected. After several extremely undignified attempts involving dragging, grunting, and threatening unconscious people, Ereshka finally managed to place all seven bodies beside one another in a neat line near the riverbank. She stepped back to admire her work. “…This looks mildly cult-ish.” Pause. “…I love it.” The system window appeared again. [BLOODLINE STATUS] Primordial Devil Bloodline: 0.1% Unlocked Current Physical Capability: Peak Human Limit Note: Host is NOT omnipotent. Ereshka stared blankly. “…Excuse me?” She immediately walked toward the nearest tree before dramatically swinging a stone axe into it. CRACK. The tree barely dented. Ereshka blinked once. Then twice. “You’re telling me I’m only peak human?” [ANSWER: YES] “But I moved like lightning earlier!” [DEVIL BITE temporarily enhances Host speed.] “That is criminally misleading.” Still… Ereshka slowly smiled. 0.1%. Not even one full percent. And she could already move faster than humans could perceive. Oh this was going to become absurd later. Excitement sparkled in her crimson eyes. Then she cracked her neck. “Fine.” If she wanted a kingdom— She would build one herself. And thus began the most exhausting week of Ereshka’s second life. — Trees fell one after another beneath endless axe swings while ancient forests echoed with frustrated screaming every few hours. “WHY ARE TREES SO BIG?!” CRACK. “I MISS POWER TOOLS!” CRACK. “WHO INVENTED MANUAL LABOR?!” CRACK. The answer was probably humans. Which only annoyed her more. Still— She adapted frighteningly fast. During her previous life, Ereshka had spent years visiting her grandfather’s isolated mountain cabin during summer holidays, learning how to skin animals, preserve meat, build wooden structures, and survive without modern conveniences because her grandfather had firmly believed that “every child should know how to survive civilization collapsing.” At the time she thought it was excessive. Now? The memories were priceless. Slowly the clearing transformed. First came support beams. Then walls. Then elevated flooring. Then massive dark windows crafted from polished river crystal. Ereshka worked without rest for seven entire days thanks to her Super Regeneration constantly removing fatigue before it could overwhelm her. By the third day she hunted deer using sharpened wooden spears. By the fifth day she had crafted proper bedding from fur and leather. By the sixth— The cabin no longer resembled a cabin. It resembled a gothic mansion hidden within the forest. Dark wood. Towering ceilings. Sharp architecture. Elegant stairways. Massive fireplaces. And outside beneath enormous black trees— Seven beautifully crafted caskets rested within a candlelit underground chamber she personally carved herself. Each coffin carried intricate infernal carvings. Seraphine’s carried elegant crown-like markings. Draven’s looked brutal and jagged. Nyssara’s was almost hauntingly beautiful. Ereshka stood within the chamber admiring them proudly. “…This is either the coolest thing ever,” she murmured, “or I’m becoming a supervillain.” The system immediately responded. [ANSWER: BOTH] “…Fair enough.” By the end of the week, moonlight illuminated her completed home beautifully. The structure looked eerie. Ancient. Like something a witch from forgotten legends would inhabit. Ereshka loved every second of it. She collapsed dramatically onto a fur-covered chair near the fireplace while roasted venison cooked nearby. “…I built a mini mansion in prehistoric TVD.” She took a bite of meat proudly. “Niklaus Mikaelson would respect the grind.” The fire crackled softly. Outside, rain began falling against the dark forest. For the first time since reincarnating— Ereshka allowed herself to relax. Then her eyes widened suddenly. “Oh right.” Sign-ins. She had completely forgotten. “System, claim all missed sign-ins.” Instantly— The room exploded with crimson screens. [DAY 2 SIGN-IN] Reward: Shadow Thread Manipulation [DAY 3 SIGN-IN] Reward: Perfect Acting Skill Ereshka gasped dramatically. “Oh my God.” That was broken. [DAY 4 SIGN-IN] Reward: Language Comprehension [DAY 5 SIGN-IN] Reward: Night Vision [DAY 6 SIGN-IN] Reward: Stealth Skill MAXED Ereshka blinked. “…Maxed?” [MAXIMUM STEALTH] • Gods cannot perceive Host unless Host allows it. • Divination becomes ineffective. • Presence suppression remains permanently active. • System existence concealed absolutely. Protective measure initiated. Reason: Host is currently weak. Recommendation: Grow slowly. Avoid unnecessary exposure. For the first time since reincarnating— Ereshka became silent. Even the system itself was hiding her existence. Meaning there were things in this world dangerous enough to notice it otherwise. Ancient things. Possibly older than vampires. Older than witches. Maybe even gods. Instead of fear— A slow smile spread across her face. Excitement. Pure excitement. Because hidden dangers meant hidden lore. And hidden lore meant this world was even bigger than canon ever showed. The system chimed one final time. [WEEKLY SIGN-IN] Rewards: • Infernal Tailoring Knowledge • 50 Infernal Coins • Bloodline Purification ×1 • Skill Upgrade Card ×1 Bonus Reward: Title Unlocked “Mother of Sins” Effects: Infernal beings instinctively respect the Host. Ereshka leaned back in her chair slowly while crimson firelight reflected in her eyes. Outside the storm raged across the ancient forest. Below her mansion— Seven future monsters slept within gothic caskets while their bodies evolved into something no world had ever seen before. And sitting alone in the middle of it all, wearing oversized clothes stained with dirt and deer blood— The future Demon Empress smiled beautifully. “…This,” she whispered softly to herself, “is going to be ridiculously entertaining.” sya explains skills as she takes her time going each and evry skill Chapter 3 — The Devil’s Gifts Rain hammered against the mansion windows while crimson firelight danced across dark wooden walls, and deep beneath the cabin seven gothic caskets rested in absolute silence while the bodies inside slowly transformed into the first infernal beings this world would ever know. Meanwhile— Ereshka sat upside down on a chair. “…System,” she said while lazily swinging one leg over the armrest, “I think I might genuinely be overpowered.” The crimson screen appeared instantly. [CORRECTION] Host is currently extremely weak. “…You are such a hater.” The system ignored her emotional suffering completely. Ereshka clicked her tongue before grabbing a roasted piece of venison from the table and dramatically pointing at the floating screen. “Alright then. Explain every skill properly.” A pause. Then dozens of crimson windows unfolded before her eyes like blooming flowers. Ereshka’s grin widened immediately. “Oh this is my favorite part.” [SKILL INFORMATION] Devil Whisper — Level 1 Type: Mental Influence Skill Description: The Host’s voice naturally affects the emotions and thoughts of surrounding beings. Effects: • Subtle emotional manipulation • Increased charisma • Enhanced temptation capability • Lowered resistance toward Host suggestions Current Range: Voice range Current Limitation: Cannot fully dominate strong-willed targets. Ereshka immediately sat upright. “…So I can gaslight people professionally now.” [SIMPLIFIED EXPLANATION: YES] “Outstanding.” Her grin looked deeply concerning. Then another screen appeared. [Soul Search — Level 1] Type: Soul Detection Skill Description: Allows the Host to perceive emotional states, hidden desires, soul quality, compatibility, and corruption potential. Current Functions: • Detect lies • Sense killing intent • Identify emotional weaknesses • Analyze bloodline compatibility Special Effect: The more sinful the target, the easier they are to understand. Ereshka’s eyes sparkled. “Oh this one is nasty.” She could already imagine the possibilities. Manipulating enemies. Exposing lies. Reading people instantly. She placed a hand over her chest dramatically. “Therapists would fear me.” The system did not respond. Rude. Another screen unfolded. [Devil Contract — Level 1] Type: Soul Binding Skill Description: Creates supernatural contracts enforced by infernal authority. Current Functions: • Verbal contracts • Blood contracts • Loyalty agreements Conditions: Both parties must willingly accept terms. Penalty For Betrayal: Soul damage. Ereshka slowly whistled. “That’s actually terrifying.” She leaned back in her chair thoughtfully. “So eventually I can create entire organizations loyal to me through contracts.” [CONFIRMED] “…God I’m going to become such a problem.” The next skill appeared. [Devil Bite — Level 1] Type: Bloodline Creation Skill Description: The Host’s blood evolves compatible beings into Infernal Kin. Current Effects: • Enhances physical capabilities • Mutates bloodline traits • Creates infernal loyalty instincts • Grants demonic evolution potential Current Success Rate: Low Compatible Targets: Extremely rare. Ereshka’s expression became thoughtful now. “So the seven are basically miracle-level compatible.” [CORRECT] “Interesting…” Meaning the Vesper Nerezzath siblings were genuinely special. Not random people. The system continued. [Super Regeneration — Passive] Type: Biological Restoration Ability Description: The Host regenerates from injuries at supernatural speed. Current Capability: • Rapid wound healing • Toxin resistance • Fatigue reduction • Enhanced stamina recovery Limitation: Severe injuries require additional energy. Ereshka poked her own cheek curiously. Then without hesitation— STAB. She drove a knife directly through her palm. Blood splattered across the table. The wound closed instantly. Ereshka gasped. “…That is disgustingly cool.” Then she paused. “…Wait.” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Does that mean I’m technically immortal already?” [NEGATIVE] Current Host can still die through: • Brain destruction • Soul destruction • Severe bloodline collapse • Overwhelming force “…Noted.” She casually tossed the knife aside before opening the next screen. [Perfect Acting — MAX] Type: Mental/Behavioral Skill Description: The Host possesses flawless emotional control and performance capability. Effects: • Perfect lying ability • Instant emotional masking • Vocal adaptation • Body language mastery • Character imitation Special Effect: Host can seamlessly create alternate personas. Silence. Then— Ereshka slowly stood. A moment later her entire demeanor changed completely. Her posture softened elegantly. Her expression became warm and regal. Even her eyes looked gentler. “Darling,” she said softly in a completely different tone, “you simply must learn presentation.” Another shift. Suddenly she radiated cold murderous authority. “Disappoint me again,” she whispered darkly, “and I’ll remove your spine.” Another shift. Bright smile. Cheerful voice. “Oh my God, you’re adorable!” Ereshka blinked. Then burst into manic laughter. “THIS IS SO BROKEN!” The system wisely stayed silent. The next screen appeared. [Language Comprehension — Passive] Description: The Host automatically understands spoken and written languages. Current Limitation: Ancient magical dialects require upgrades. “Oh thank God.” At least she would not spend centuries speaking cave language. The next skill appeared. [Night Vision — Passive] Description: Host vision functions perfectly in darkness. Additional Effects: • Heat recognition • Enhanced movement tracking “Practical.” Then— The final screen appeared. And unlike the others— This one radiated ominous energy. [MAXIMUM STEALTH — MAX] Classification: Absolute Concealment Skill Description: The Host’s existence becomes impossible to perceive unless intentionally revealed. Effects: • Presence suppression • Divine perception immunity • Magical detection immunity • Fate tracking resistance • System concealment Special Protection: Even gods cannot naturally notice the Host. Reason: Protection of immature Host. Recommendation: Grow slowly. Avoid arrogance. Remain hidden. For once— Ereshka did not joke. She stared silently at the words while rain continued crashing outside the mansion. “Even gods…” So there truly were beings in this universe powerful enough for the system to actively protect her from. Ancient entities. Unknown monsters. Perhaps things even older than the witches. Older than psychic dimensions. Older than hell itself. Instead of fear— Excitement curled inside her chest again. Because hidden dangers meant hidden mysteries. And hidden mysteries made this world infinitely more entertaining. The system chimed once more. [WARNING] Host psychological profile indicates increasing sadistic tendencies. Ereshka blinked innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.” [RECORDED EVIDENCE SUGGESTS OTHERWISE] “That sounds fake.” She stood up smoothly before walking toward the massive mansion windows overlooking the dark forest beyond. Lightning flashed across the sky. Her crimson eyes reflected in the glass. Behind her— Warm firelight illuminated gothic furniture, fur carpets, dark wooden staircases, and elegant candlelit halls she had built entirely by herself within a single week. Below her— Seven future monsters slept peacefully in infernal caskets. Ahead of her— An entire supernatural world remained untouched by history. No Mikaelsons yet. No vampires. No Salvatore brothers. No Mystic Falls. Nothing. Just endless possibilities. A slow smile spread across Ereshka’s face. Then she spoke softly to her reflection. “Take things slow, hm?” Her smile widened dangerously. “…I’ll consider it.”
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning,Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped, his smile bright enough to crack the cynical atmosphere and eyes as red as a lava pit. He dumped the pump on the floor and looked at Alex. “Who's the fresh meat?” “This is Alex,” Steel said deciding the matter was settled. “Hes on the shovel crew.” Shane slams his hand on his desk. “I didn't agree to this!” Steel just crosses his massive arms, not even phased by Shane's outburst. “We're down two guys on the sewer lateral downtown. Unless you want to come down into the trench and hold the shoring Shane?” Shane paled at the thought of actual labor. He grumbled, pulling a clipboard from the stack. “Fine, Minimum wage. No benefits and if you die, you're fired before the ambulance gets there. Fill this out.” Alex took the clipboard. His hands were shaking slightly, not from fear but from the sudden jarring realization that he had stopped moving. He looked at Steel, who was watching him with a knowing intensity. “Ever dig a hole, Alex?” Steel asked. “I've dug plenty,” Alex said quietly. Mostly to hide things sometimes to hide himself. “Good,” Steel clapped a hand on Alex's shoulder, the weight of it nearly buckling the young mans knees. “Because that's what we do, We fix the rot underneath the city so the people up top can pretend the ground is solid. Welcome to the Family, Kid.” Mathew tipped his hardhat. “Don't worry Alex, stick with me. I'm a prodigy. I'll teach you the art of mud.” Alex looked at the three of them- The mister, The giant and the farm boy. It was a circus, a freak show of underground construction. But he looked at the pen in his hand, Alex realized for the first time in five years he wasn't holding a weapon or a bag of product. He was holding a future.