Scenario one:
[The arteries of life flowed, hearts beat, and the cry of a small child was heard, joy lit up everyone's hearts...
And time passed.
A small child.
A rebellious teenager.
A calm young man.
One's twenties are the most important period in a person's life.
He was the first friend.
Harsh circumstances brought them together.
Shared moments.
Two souls who understood each other.
They shared the good and the bad.
Experiences multiplied.
Friendship deepened.
But then the thunderclap struck, and the sound of thunder rang in their ears, they were torn apart as if they had never been friends.
And what was the reason?
A girl, just a little whore.
A cheap emotional manipulator, she exploited his lust, exploited the weakness hidden within him.
His desire was the cause.
How can a whore change a man's fate?
A friendship that lasted sixteen years collapsed when emotion intervened.
The first friend knew the girl well before she got close to his friend, he'd shared some experiences with her, so he was aware of her depravity.
The girl approached the second friend slowly, little by little planting 'attachment to her' in his heart.
Her plan was successful, she made him a slave to his emotions.
The first friend warned him, but the second friend didn't care, he continued to follow his desires, or rather, her desires.
She was an enemy to the first friend, he knew her well, so she influenced the second friend and was the cause of the conflict between them.
The conflict continued, but the first friend tried hard to warn his friend, he paid no attention and ignored him.
What did the man's warning matter compared to the desire the girl offered?
The man was so immersed in his enslavement that he lost his common sense.
He lost his reason.
He insisted on the conflict and the struggle.
Was it his fault?
Certainly, even if she was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, the puppet itself had a will of its own, albeit a trivial one.
Perhaps this was his excuse for ending his friendship with the first friend.
The first friend felt disappointed, but in the end, there was nothing he could do, the second friend had chosen this path, so he didn't blame himself.
'If he chose that, then let him bear the responsibility for his decision.'
That's what the first friend thought, and his thinking was correct.
As a friend, it was his duty to warn him, and he did.
Sixteen years of steadfastness crumbled before a gust of strange wind.]
Scenario two:
[Money, sex, and power.
Money comes, and with it comes sex, accompanied by power.
The man thought only of making money, he was still unmarried, childless, 44 years of solitude.
What can money achieve?
It fulfilled his basic needs first.
Then, because of his influence on the global market, he was able to gain power and enter the political arena.
Thus, he was able to do what thousands of people could not.
Power gave him a sense of superiority and inflated ego, until the man forgot his roots.
Money was poison from the start, it made him debased, repulsive…
How can this kind of person live?
Journalists followed him, and his enemies tried to defame him.
To no avail.
The more the man interacted with cunning, malicious, and cowardly businessmen and politicians, the more he came to realize their deceit and malice, understand their cowardice, and act accordingly.
But all of this was in vain.
In the end, as death approached, neither the money, nor the sex he had with beautiful women, nor even the power he had built up did him any good.
He thought life depended on those three things and nothing else.
But death continued to pursue him through illness, then old age, and finally took him to the grave.
The man felt he had obtained everything through money, but he was wrong…
He had obtained nothing.]
...
The snow white ground, and rocks sharp as fangs.
A man sat atop the highest peak, gazing at the dark gray clouds.
A pile of papers lay in his hands.
He smiled.
Then he laughed.
Then he cried.
Then he grew angry.
Then he became strangely indifferent.
Strange?
"What a scenario."
He looked at the scenario before him, two friends separated by nothing more than a whore.
What kind of fate was this?
Then he looked at the second scenario.
Humans were strange creatures in his eyes.
How could they be such fools, so easily consumed by their emotions?
"Well, these are good scenarios. Isn't desire what matters most?"
The man looked down from the highest peak at the vast world.
With clear, piercing blue eyes and silky white hair blowing in the strong, cold wind.
Bare chested, he wore only loose black pants.
He didn't seem to feel the cold or even care about it.
Even his breathing was normal, the altitude and pressure didn't hinder him.
"Unfortunately, the time has not yet come. Otherwise, I would have considered many scenarios... That would be useful to me."
The man spoke in an indifferent tone.
Then he looked at the distant peaks.
"Years of boredom."
"A life of solitude."
"A heart of stone."
"A soul of ice." "
"The eyes of the sky."
"The end is near."
"The beginning ends."
"Smile madly."
"Laugh madly."
"Life disappears."
"Death appears."
"There isn't much left."
"Hahahahahaha."
…
9:00 PM, sunrise academy, the vice principal's office.
A man with neatly combed hair sat there, his dark brown eyes radiating a cold aura.
"What did you say?" the vice principal asked in a cold tone.
"Magister was injured during this exam by a student named Deebt Jacks."
The man standing in front of the desk spoke, his body trembling.
"How did that happen? What information is available?"
The vice principal asked coldly, with a small smile.
"He's a boy with the talent of the Night, and from what I've heard, he only started training three and a half months ago."
The man said quickly.
"The Night? Do you realize what you're saying?"
"Yes, I'm certain. It was Calitos who announced it."
"That's… great news, but three months and he's already reached this level."
"He's a genius." the man said with certainty.
"That's for sure, but this is a lot. Perhaps he has a 'true limit' condition, for even night talents have their limits." said the vice principal.
"I think so, and he's also cunning and makes good use of his abilities, because the Magister was struck by a needle, not by this student's sword."
"Surely everyone knows about the fourth test. Win or lose, it's just a test. This student, Deebt Jacks, saw it as a matter of life and death." the vice principal smiled.
Then he looked at the man standing before him.
"Fer, stop trembling. I know you're doing it on purpose." added the vice principal.
Then the man stopped trembling and smiled a maniacal grin that stretched all the way to his jaws.
With a powerful appearance, a slender physique, black hair, and streaks of purple.
A sense of cunning and amusement radiated from him.
'Fer, that bastard, he's excited to meet this student. Hehehe, I'll get to him my way.' thought the vice principal as he looked at Fer, who was smiling madly.
"Okay, but you know, there's something else. There's also a Daytime talent, a girl named Milly Hamilton." Fair spoke with an uncharacteristic calm this time.
"You mean the one who said 'Nietzsche'?"
"Nietzsche? Wait, what do you mean?" a look of shock began to spread across Fer's face.
"Yes, Minoru was in charge of her for the first and second tests."
"What happened after that? Did she go on to the remaining tests?" Fer asked quickly.
"No, she's the daughter of Zarathustra Nietzsche. The principal told me in the past that anyone who says 'Nietzsche' to me is exempt from the remaining exams, all they have to do in the first exam is demonstrate their talent."
The vice principal explained the situation.
"Hahaha, the principal must be indebted to Zarathustra." Fer smiled.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean the girl isn't talented, she just has her own secret."
"Vice Principal, how did you know she was Zarathustra's daughter?" asked Fer.
"Zarathustra had a daughter before he disappeared, he told the principal himself at the time. That's what the principal told me when he mentioned 'Nietzsche' to me."