*temp poem "" *temp inspiration 5 *page_break *temp power_level ((mc_str+mc_agi)+(mc_con+mc_end))+mc_vit You stand outside the walls of your tribe, staring at the unexpected visitor. A young man, one of the unmatched beauty and overflowing grace, sits cross-legged on a futon. He's enjoying a cup of smoking-hot tea, basking under the sunlight that makes his perfect, flawless skin shine with serene radiance. Taking a sip, Lei Xiwen points to a pillow near him. His gesture is polite, friendly, and yet, you dare not to refuse the invitation. You are well aware — neither the walls of the tribe nor the dozen of Tattooed at your disposal are capable of stopping a Peak-Houtian's rampage. As you take your seat, Lei Xiwen sighs and places his cup down. "I suppose you are well-aware of my purpose here." — he says, smiling, but with an extremely reluctant look in his eyes — "It would've happened eventually, given our purpose here, so I hope ${polite_address} ${mc_name} doesn't think I'm targeting ${pronoun_2} out of spite." *choice #"Brother Xiwen, surely you could take over some other tribe. No need for us to fight this early in the expedition." "Brother Xiwen," — you start, doing your best to put on the most pleasant expression — "Surely, you could take over some other tribe. No need for us to fight this early in the expedition, right?" *label xiwen_head_back At this, Lei Xiwen tilts his head backwards, exhaling out of obvious frustration. "Truth be told, I have no desire to go against you." — he answers, his tone full of sincerity — "But I have no choice. Due to the presence of Long Chen and the Celestial Heir, my success this time is far from guaranteed. If I leave someone like you unattended and, later on, you side with either one of them, it could be the reason behind my failure." *if characters_15_opinion >= 50 "No matter how favorably I view you, I cannot disregard the orders from my elders for my personal relationships." *else "Add to that, my first impression of you is far from favorable." "But how is it fair?" — you protest — "You were snuck inside this expedition against the Zone's rules and now use your age and power to threaten others into complying." "Even if such actions go against my beliefs, the nature of the Martial World often leaves no room for virtues." Before you can argue further, however, Lei Xiwen raises his palm to stop you. "However, I understand your anger. You must feel slighted, having all of your hard-work taken away without a just reason. I'm also not someone who's comfortable bullying my juniors in this manner, so how about a compromise?" *goto compete_in_poetry #"I'm sure we can come to an agreement. What is it you want to leave me alone?" "I'm sure we can come to an agreement." — you suggest, already thinking about what is it you could offer to a personal, and only, disciple of the most mysterious Shangtian — "What is it you want to leave me alone?" *goto xiwen_head_back #"No matter what, I'm not planning to give up without a fight." Taking a deep breath, you match his gaze with your own, relaying your determination to stand your ground even before opening your mouth. "No matter what," — you declare — "I'm not planning to give up without a fight." At this, Lei Xiwen chuckles, his laugh a music to your ears. He turns his head to the side, a bit embarrassed, and covers his mouth with his palm. "I admire your stubbornness, ${polite_address} ${mc_name}." — he answers — "And were this an ordinary occasion, I would've entertained it. But, just like you, I was issued a mission by the sect. I cannot simply disobey the order of my elders." "Then I hope you're prepared to battle it out." — you say, standing up abruptly. Your mind is put to work, analyzing and going through all the possibilities: how can you fight against an opponent two stages higher, with means and skills unknown? Should you sneak-attack? Should yo- "Please, don't be so hasty." — Lei Xiwen interrupts your musings — "I understand your frustrations. It must feel unfair, having all of your hard-work taken away without a just reason. I'm also not someone who's comfortable bullying my juniors in this manner, so how about a compromise?" *label compete_in_poetry "Since a fight would be too one-sided, how about we compete in poetry? "Poetry?" "Yes." — Lei Xiwen nods — "Although it's a specialty of mine, I'm already making concessions when I don't have to. So, I'm asking for your understanding and cooperation." "And if I refuse?" "Then I will have to resort to forceful means. I will not take your life, of course, but you will have to spend the rest of this expedition as my unwilling guest." From the firmness of his voice, from the dangerous calmness he exudes, you understand: Lei Xiwen is not willing to back down, no matter what else you say or do. "The rules will be simple. Both of us will be given an hour to compose a short poem and then present it, using the best of their artistic abilities. We will judge the result with a special artifact of mine to ensure fairness." — continues Lei Xiwen — "The only condition I have, is that in case of my victory, you will remain in this tribe as my right-hand and help me deal with all sorts of matters. Of course, if you win, I'll do the same." "So, what do you say?" *choice #"Alright. Let's compete in poetry." *label fine_poetry "Alright." — you, left without a choice, agree — "Let's compete in poetry." Immediately, Lei Xiwen flashes you a blinding smile — one that reveals a set of straight, whiter that snow teeth. "Ah, I'm truly happy we could resolve this without damaging our relationship!" — he exclaims, appearing overjoyed at the outcome. Then, the young man takes out a bottle from his spatial ring. Inside, there are baker's dozen of grass blades planted in a soil. "My Master often talks about how many things are not as they appear to be." — Lei Xiwen wistfully reminisces — "About how there are forces unseen by most, ethereal strings hidden in the most obvious places." "I couldn't understand him, at first. Believed his words to be the ramblings of a senile old man." — he laughs, shaking his head — "After all, if something cannot be perceived, does it really exist?" "Only years later, have I come to a terrifying realization. It's not that my Master has gone insane, it's that our senses are far too weak and undeveloped. The world around us is so much bigger, so much richer than we could ever have imagined." He gently caresses the bottle with the grass, before lifting his gaze back to you. "Take art, for example. What is art to you?" *choice #"Some pretty drawings and good music." "Some pretty drawings and good music." — you honestly reply — "It's entertaining, but I have never found any deeper meaning behind it." "I see. The gift of appreciation is, sadly, almost as rare as the artistic boon itself." — *goto but_if_i #"A waste of time." *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 15 5 "-" "A waste of time." — you state, matter-of-factly — "It's much better to focus on more practical pursuits." Your reply obviously disappoints Lei Xiwen, but he tries to not let it show. *goto but_if_i #"Something that can stir emotions and resonate with our hearts." *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 5 10 "+" "Something that can stir our emotions." — you reply — "Something that can resonate with our hearts and cause them to tingle, either with joy or sadness." "That's how I thought as well." — Lei Xiwen appreciatively nods — *label but_if_i "But what if I told you, that art can be as powerful as fists? That art is akin to wind, one song could move a mountain and one painting could dry a sea?" "Then I would say, you're talking nonsense. If art holds such strength, why all the Shangtians use fists to settle their disputes?" Lei Xiwen leans back, taking a sip of his tea. "Because all of them are blind." "Prove it, then." — you ask — "Show me this so-called power of art." Just as you expected, Lei Xiwen shakes his head in refusal. "I can't. Not yet, at least. Perhaps in a few hundred years, if my path allows me to be blessed by the Heavens." — he says — "But I do have something that can broaden your mind." "This artifact is called Heartful Grass Bottle. There are thirteen blades of grass inside and they always remain steadfast, no matter the situation outside. You can shake this bottle, throw it, but the grass will not produce a single movement and will never waver." "However, once exposed to masterful art, the grass will react. Depending on the work's emotional impact, more and more blades will start to shake and tremble." "Tell me, if art has no power, how could this be possible?" *choice #"This artifact could just be special." "This artifact could just be special." — you argue — "There are all kinds of things under the Heavens, this bottle doesn't strike me as that outrageous." "Forget it." — Lei Xiwen shrugs his shoulders, giving up on persuading you — *label lets_just_compete "Let's just have our competition then. *label in_an_hour In an hour, both of us will read our poems to the bottle. Winner will be the one who manages to affect the most amount of grass. In the case of a draw, I'll consider you the victor as well." *goto poetry_competition #"You may be onto something." "You may be onto something." — you conclude, after a brief period of hesitation. "Of course I am." — Lei Xiwen laughs — "After all, it's not my own belief, but that of my Master. And he's never wrong." "Anyway, enough talking. Let's have our competition. *goto in_an_hour #"Stop asking me such complicated things." "Stop asking me such complicated things. I'm not interested." "I see." — Lei Xiwen disappointedly shrugs his shoulders — *goto lets_just_compete #"I must refuse. If I'm fated to lose, I'd rather do it because of fists, not meaningless words." "I must refuse. If I'm fated to lose, I'd rather do it because of fists, not meaningless words." "Are you sure?" — Lei Xiwen asks, his disappointment clear as day — "I really do not want to hurt you." "I'm afraid it cannot be avoided." Sighing, Lei Xiwen stands up, pats his robes and gestures you to attack. "Go on then, give it your best shot. Use all of your strength, utilize your strongest Art, I won't defend. Perhaps seeing the difference between us first-hand will be enough to change your mind." Gathering all of your strength into your fist, filling it to the brim with with Inner Energy, you strike out, aiming straight at Xiwen's chin. *gosub_scene subroutines stat_check "con" 30 *if (stat_check) As your punch meets his face, all you manage to accomplish is turn his head slightly to the side. Your hand, however, hurts like hell: were you any weaker, you fear you may have even broken a bone or two from throwing a simple punch. *label mosquito_bite Scratching the place you've hit him, as it it was bitten by a mosquito, Lei Xiwen turns back to you. "So, how about some poetry?" *choice #"Fine..." *goto fine_poetry #"I said no!" His overly polite approach angers you instead: how dare this bastard look down on you! Feeling yourself overcome with fury, you bend you back, lift your leg and spin, throwing a kick to his face. *label catch_shin *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 15 10 "-" To no surprise, however, Lei Xiwen catches your shin with absolute ease and shakes his head. "I see that you cannot be reasoned with. Fine then, let's do it your way." What happens next is difficult for you to describe: in a blink, Lei Xiwen drops your leg and moves forward. He presses his palm into your chest and your very heart, for a second, simply [i]stops[/i]. Your breath is stuck inside your lungs and your vision dims… *page_break When you come to your senses, you found yourself tied up by a black as the abyss robe. You try to break free by pure strength at first, but that doesn't yield any fruit — so you utilize you Inner Energy instead… Wait. Where's your Inner Energy? Gradually, the seed of fear sips into your mind: have you been crippled? No, it can't be, no! "Do not be afraid." — Lei Xiwen says, as he kneels down near you — "This artifact temporarily suppresses all movements of Inner Energy inside your body. If it's working as intended, you shouldn't even be capable of sensing it." "Tell me if the knots are too tight." — he tells you, still with the same relaxed, angelic expression as he pats you on the arm — "After all, you'll spend the rest of this expedition in this state. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Done, Xiwen stands up and picks you up, carrying you on his shoulder. "Let us go then." *set expo_xiwen "prisoner" *goto_scene expedition_free *else As your punch meets his face, you feel the bones in your hand [i]snap[/i] — as if you've attacked a wall of the hardest steel without holding back. *gosub_scene subroutines reduce_health 5 All your injury-causing, painstaking effort has managed to accomplish is turn Xiwen's head slightly to the side. *goto mosquito_bite #Just attack him. Without a word spoken, you bend you back, lift your leg and spin, throwing a kick to his face. *goto catch_shin *label poetry_competition *page_break As the dedicated hour begins and Lei Xiwen immerses himself into writing, you too should do the same. First of all, you need to determine the topic of your poem. It would be best to use your own experiences, your own memories and feelings to give your creating the biggest emotional impact. *label poem_choice *choice #Write about love. Is there anyone in particular to whom you want to dedicate the poem to? *choice *selectable_if (characters_6_opinion >= 70) #Mei Mei. *set poem "mei" Remembering the bewitching beauty you met during the Entry Tourney, one that came into your life unannounced and now refused to leave your heart, you can't help but grin like love-struck fool. You know very well that something about her is [i]off[/i]. That behind her gentle mask, there hides something else. Something that could, potentially, bring upon your ruin — and yet, you couldn't care less. Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (characters_4_opinion >= 70) #Tang Ruo. *set poem "ruo" Remembering the arrogant prince, one whose presence was louder than a common man's shout, you can't help but grin. Sure, it's a given that for a sprout of love between you it would be almost impossible to bloom — since the prince treats you like an obstacle to overcome and nothing more — but heart is rarely commanded by reason, is it not? Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (characters_5_opinion >= 70) #Tigress. *set poem "tigress" Remembering the fiery redhead, one that does not mince her words and always straightforward with her desires, you can't help but grin. You know very well that loving a woman like that is dangerous — she's passionate, yet fleeting and not one to commit or settle down. She could never be tamed, could never be truly [i]yours[/i], but heart is rarely commanded by reason, is it not? Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (characters_15_opinion >= 50) #Lei Xiwen. *set poem "xiwen" Sitting in front you, Lei Xiwen is the greatest inspiration. You've met him only recently, yet you've been captivated since your first glance. There's something about him, something mysterious and fascinating that you can't quite pinpoint. Perhaps it's the sadness hidden in the joyous songs, perhaps it's his ardent determination to pursuit his desire of art — but you can't help but look at him more and listen to more of his words. Staring at him, your hands start to write out of their own accord… *selectable_if (characters_3_opinion >= 70) #Jing Guo. *set poem "guo" Remembering the Martial Artist who doesn't want to practice Martial Arts, you can't help but grin. It's true that most would look down on him: whether because of his appearance, or due to his lack of strength, but you just find yourself drawn to him. To his simplicity, to his desire to live a life of comfort, not of struggle and constant bloodshed. Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (characters_9_opinion >= 70) #Ai. *set poem "ai" Remembering the headstrong girl, one that without any backing or personal power and yet unwilling to back down even in front of overwhelming odds, you can't help but grin. Sure, her actions maybe foolish at times, dangerous even, but in a world of lies and cruelty, her conviction and compassion is something that cannot be easily found. Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (characters_1_opinion >= 50) #Wu Chao. *set poem "father" Fatherly love — something you've yearned for desperately, but never managed to felt. Your father, your one and only direct relative in this world, was always absent when you needed him the most and yet you just can't bring yourself to hate him. Despite all his faults, despite all his mistakes, you still crave for his affection. Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… #No one specific comes to mind. *set poem "love" *set inspiration 0 There's no one in your life who can elicit the feelings of love in your heart. Perhaps you haven't met them yet, perhaps you still need time or, perhaps, you are destined to forever remain alone… Without an inspiration, you'll hope to rely on your natural gifts to compete against Lei Xiwen. #Go back. *goto poem_choice #Write about cruelty of the world. Martial World, despite its rules, is a place of violence and death — cruelty can take on various forms. What exactly do you want to write about? *choice *selectable_if (power_level >= 140) #About the harsh training required to reach the peak. *set poem "apex" Remembering the harsh training required to achieve your current results and imagining the struggles that will follow in the future fills you with a sense of both dread and strange excitement. The cruel training, the endless practice, you find yourself longing for both. Because only through effort, through hard work and unyielding will can one reach the apex. Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (characters_1_opinion <= 45) #About your misfortune of being born into a decadent clan. *set poem "clan" You hate to admit it, but you often find yourself envious of others — of someone like Tang Ruo, to give the most obvious example. Why? Because if you were born into a similar environment, into the Imperial Clan instead of a decadent excuse of a family you have, you have no doubt: you'd be on par, if not better, than the Celestial Heir. Why must the world be this unfair, making a son of a pathetic drunk? Inspired, your hand starts to write out of its own accord… *selectable_if (mc_reputation_kindness >= 60) #About the unfair treatment of mortals. *set poem "mortals" The sights you've seen since leaving home still fill with indignant fury. How can the people who dare call themselves noble and righteous, treat other humans as mere animals? Regard the beings with the same feelings and thoughts as nothing more than dirty slaves? Why must the world be this unfair, making men unequal to this degree? Inspired, your hand starts out of its own accord… #Nothing specific. *set inspiration 0 *set poem "cruelty" You can't think of anything specific to write about, so you can only write on your literature talents to help you win this competition. #Go back. *goto poem_choice #Write about freedom. Freedom comes in different shapes in forms. What exactly is the freedom you want to focus on? *choice *selectable_if (characters_1_opinion <= 45) #Freedom from the burdens of my clan. *set poem "burdens" The heavy burden of responsibility, placed on your shoulders without your permission or consent, has grown to tire you immensely. You do not want to be the one to restore your clan's prestige. You do not want to be the one to do thousands of years of mistakes. Why? Why must it be you? Inspired, your hand starts writing out of its own accord… *selectable_if (mc_goal = 5) #Freedom to do whatever I please. *set poem "freedom" There's one desire that triumphs everything else. One want, one urge that has torments you for your entire life — you lust for freedom, true freedom to do whatever you please. Inspired, your hand starts writing out of its own accord… #Freedom from being forced to act a certain way. *set inspiration 0 *set poem "society" You are a Martial Artist, a noble, an heir of a Great Clan — all your life, others told you how you should dress, how you should act and how you should speak. Frankly told, you're [i]tired[/i]. Tired of conforming to their expectations and useless social norms. Inspired, your hand starts out of its own accord… #Go back. *goto poem_choice *page_break Once the hour is up, Lei Xiwen claps to capture your attention. "Are you ready, ${polite_address} ${mc_name}?" When you nod, Xiwen stands up and pats his robes. "Wonderful. I'll start then, to make you more comfortable with the process." The young man takes a deep, long breath and clasps his hands behind his back. His whole demeanor suddenly changes: from a carefree, friendly attitude he displayed before, to an expression of burdening sadness mixed with a trace of loathing anger. His blue eyes turn from a calm seas of wonder to turbulent rivers of sorrow, his thick red lips lose their ever-present smile. And, finally, his voice rings out — an aching call, one that stirs your deeply hidden soul. [i]In ancient realms, a life concealed, *line_break Under a veil, my true self sealed. *line_break A whispering breeze veils my disguise, *line_break I live as shadows 'neath the moonlit skies.[/i] An image begins to form inside your head, of a man abandoning his home, his family and friends: his heart is heavy, mind reluctant, and yet, as Lei Xiwen continues, the man follows through, unable to disregard his duty. [i]Like a willow, I sway with grace, *line_break Masking my essence, leaving no trace. *line_break Lingering in the mist, a guise untold, *line_break A soul hidden, a secret to behold.[/i] The scene changes, as the man now is a foreign land, amongst people he doesn't know and who do know him: he learns to hide his feelings behind a smile, learns to pretend to be someone he's not, and yet, when no one's around, his weary from the lies face betrays how much he misses home… [i]A moonflower blooming only at night, *line_break [i]Illuminating darkness with borrowed light. *line_break [i]In this realm of illusions and pretense, *line_break [i]I wander, seeking truth amidst the dense.[/i] *line_break The man stones his resolve, disregards his emotions for the greater good: there's a mission he must accomplish and the deceit will not stop, until he's done. When Lei Xiwen finishes his poem, you spot a single tear at the corner of his eye — he quickly wipes it off and returns to his lighthearted countenance. He glances at the bottle and spots [b]11[/b] of the grass blades trembling inside, as if ruffled by a strong wind. He then smiles and sits down, gesturing you to take his previous spot. "It's your turn now, ${polite_address} ${mc_name}." *choice #Begin to perform. *label start_performing You readjust your mental state and remember the lines you've written, doing your best to bring the words to life… *gosub {"${poem}_poem"} *temp art_effect (inspiration+(mc_chr-20)) *if art_effect > 13 *set art_effect 13 *elseif art_effect < 0 *set art_effect 0 *if art_effect >= 11 *set expo_xiwen "minion" *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 15 10 "+" Once you finish your performance, you find Xiwen staring at you, stupefied. It's as if he sees you for the first time, as if his initial impression of you has been totally wrong. Recovering from the surprise, he applauses you with great enthusiasm. "I could never have thought that ${polite_address} ${mc_name} hides such great talent for poetry. You amaze me, truly!" — he exclaims, before you both glance at the bottle and notice [b]${art_effect}[/b] grass blades shaking in an uproar. Lei Xiwen, however, remains cheerful despite his loss — "To be defeated by such a genius, there's no shame. I accept the result of our competition and will remain in the tribe. Don't hesitate to ask me for help, if you need me." *label xiwen_leaves He then starts to place his things back into his spatial ring, before, suddenly struck by a thought, Xiwen turns to you again. "Oh, come and find me in a few hours. There are some important matters I need to tell you about." *page_break *goto xiwen_talk *elseif art_effect >= 7 *set expo_xiwen "owner" *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 15 5 "+" Once you finish your performance, you find Xiwen applauding you with enthusiasm. "${polite_address} ${mc_name}, you have good talent for poetry!" — he exclaims — "Truly, you have exceeded my expectations!" Both of you glance at the bottle, noticing that [b]${art_effect}[/b] grass blades have been affected by your poem. "Ah." — Lei Xiwen sighs — "You were quite close, dear friend. If you practice a bit more, I'm sure you'll be able to grasp the victory next time." "For now, however, I hope you'll honor our deal. *label tribe_mine Great Panda Tribe is now mine to command and I ask you to handover all the relics you've gathered so far." — he continues — "Moreover, you've promised to remain in the tribe and act as my right-hand. *if mc_reputation_honor <= 40 Your reputation is wide-known in our circle, so don't betray me, Junior ${polite_address}. I won't take to such a breach of trust lightly." *elseif mc_reputation_honor >= 60 You have a stellar reputation, so I'm not worried about you going back on your word." *else I haven't heard much about your trustworthiness, but I choose to believe you won't betray me, Junior ${polite_address}." You come to a realization: despite his soft, beautiful facade, the man underneath is anything but fragile. There's an authoritative tone you find in the way he speaks, a projection of his vast inner strength. It should be a given, considering his high Martial Stage despite his young age, but his pretty, almost feminine face could've fooled many with its looks. *goto xiwen_leaves *else *set expo_xiwen "owner" Once you finish your performance, you find Xiwen with a comforting, yet awkward expression. "It seems that ${polite_address} ${mc_name} is truly not talented in regards of poetry, haha…" — he says, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment — "Now I feel bad about proposing such a way to compete." "No matter what, however, I hope you'll honor our deal. *goto tribe_mine #"Brother Xiwen, was that poem about you?" "Brother Xiwen," — you say, hesitant to bring up the topic — "Was that poem… about you?" Hearing your question, Lei Xiwen laughs, his giggle soft and calming. "Of course not. It's based on a story I've read." *gosub_scene subroutines stat_check "int" 18 *if (stat_check) "What was the name of the story?" Caught off, Lei Xiwen struggles to come up with an answer. Chuckling nervously, he scratches his temple, before mumbling a name that barely sounds real. "I see." — you reply, not sure whether to believe him or not. Regardless, you shake your head and stand in front of the magical bottle. *goto start_performing *label xiwen_talk *if expo_xiwen = "owner" As the new leader of the tribe, Lei Xiwen naturally has taken over your previous lodgings. At his previous suggestion, you head there before dusk, to talk about whatever it is he found serious enough to share with you. *elseif expo_xiwen = "minion" Before dusk, you head to Lei Xiwen's new lodgings in the tribe, to talk about whatever is he found serious enough to share with you. When you enter, he's fiddling with a zither, tuning its strings. Seeing you, he puts the instrument away and welcomes you. "Please, sit. I'm afraid I bear grave news." "Was is it, Brother Xiwen? No need to scare me." "First of all, there's the matter of Long Chen and the Celestial Heir. They have been progressing rapidly during this expedition — in fact, their actions are the main reason why I sought you out." "Their advancements have been giving me enormous pressure. Last I heard, Long Chen has conquered more than six tribes on his own, while Tang Ruo took over four. Initially, I believed that the former would be my only opponent in this mission. Unexpectedly, you sect has prepared another able competitor." "Although he's no match for me in a direct fight, he possess a power equivalent to top Late-Houtians and has an ocean of unimaginably powerful treasures. I dare not underestimate him, especially if he teams-up with someone else." "We need to quickly secure the tribes around us and then decide on how to act further. With my strength and your assistance, it should be possible for us to clench victory. Though, be prepared, it's not going to be easy." Absorbing all the information Lei Xiwen has given out, you eventually nod in understanding. "I see. Is there anything else?" "There is." — Lei Xiwen says solemnly — "And I'm afraid this matter is even more concerning to you." "As you know, the Heavenly Havoc Sect was slighted greatly by our elders before the competition began. Their spots were reduced and they were unable to push a Peak-Houtian, like our sects did, inside the Zone. Therefore, their chances of winning in this expedition are basically equal to zero. So, instead of participating in a meaningless struggle, they changed their approach." "What are they doing then?" "I've heard that the Blood Child has compiled a list of the most talented disciples inside the Danger Zone. Members of the Havoc Sect are instructed to forgo the expedition and instead focus on crippling the potential of our sects. Anyone from the Ascension or Law sect, with high blood purity and below Late-Houtian, can be their possible target — and, if my information is correct, they already captured or killed some pretty well-known characters." "I'm sure you are on that list as well, so I advice you to be careful. Disciples of the Havoc Sect are ruthless and cunning, much more than you could possible imagine: they live in a cruel, war-like environment where only the strong and the smart survive. Guard yourself against anything that feels suspicious." "That's all I wanted to say." — Lei Xiwen concludes — *if poem = "xiwen" *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 15 5 "+" "Ah, wait. Last question, before you go. Was the poem you've written, by chance, about… me?" *choice #"W-what? Of course not! St-top spouting nonsense!" "W-what? Of course not!" — you stammer, a faint blush appearing on your cheecks — "St-stop spouting nonsense!" Xiwen lets out a charming giggle and drops the topic. "Alright, I believe you. Go and rest then, it's been a long day." #"You are quite self-absorbed, aren't you, Brother Xiwen?" "You are quite self-absorbed, aren't you, Brother Xiwen?" — you reply, with a confident smirk — "I didn't take you for such a narcissist." Xiwen lets out a charming giggle and drops the topic. "Go and rest then, it's been a long day." #"So what if it was?" *gosub_scene subroutines change_opinion 15 3 "+" You lean forward, your lips forming a confident, borderline aggressive smirk. "So what if it was?" Caught off-guard by your straightforwardness, Xiwen stumbles back and gulps. "I se-see…" — he says, blushing — "Go ho-home and rest then, it's been a long day…" *else "Go home and rest. It's been a long day." *page_break *goto_scene expedition_free *label mei_poem [i]Her eyes, like pools of jade, beguiled my sight, *line_break [i]A bewitching illusion, a deceptive light. *line_break [i]Her words, like honeyed traps, they ensnared, *line_break [i]Vulnerability, my heart unaware. [i]With gentle grace, she weaved her web, *line_break [i]Each falsehood woven with a delicate thread. *line_break [i]Her smiles, like blossoms in spring's embrace, *line_break [i]Masking the darkness behind her face. [i]Her touch, like silk upon my skin, *line_break [i]But venomous whispers lurking within. *line_break [i]I was bewitched by her enchanting spell, *line_break [i]A love that burned, yet a love I couldn't quell. *return *label ruo_poem [i]His eyes, like fiery orbs, pierced my soul, *line_break [i]With pride and arrogance, they took their toll. *line_break [i]His words, like blades, cut through the air, *line_break [i]Leaving my heart bleeding in despair. [i]His presence, commanding, held a royal air, *line_break [i]Yet my love for him, he did not share. *line_break [i]In dreamlike fantasies, our worlds would meet, *line_break [i]But in reality, our paths never fleet. [i][i]I yearned for his touch, his affection so rare, *line_break But his arrogance consumed the love we could bear. *line_break [i]I, a mere shadow, beneath his lofty throne, *line_break [i]Yearning for a love I could never own. *return *label tigress_poem [i]Her touch, a tempest upon my skin, *line_break [i]Igniting flames of desire from deep within. *line_break [i]A dangerous liaison, where passion takes its flight, *line_break [i]In the embrace of chaos, we find our delight. [i]Her lips, like swords, sharp and unrefined, *line_break [i]Kissing me fiercely, leaving me intertwined. *line_break [i]In her untamed soul, a wildness prevails, *line_break [i]A love that defies reason, a love that never fails. [i]Though deemed barbaric by cultured façade, *line_break [i]Her rawness and fire, I ardently applaud. *line_break [i]For in her wild essence, I find my release, *line_break [i]In passionate love, with a woman untamed and fierce. *return *label xiwen_poem [i]His eyes, deep pools of mystery's guise, *line_break [i]Reflecting secrets, under moonlight skies. *line_break [i]His voice, like a lark's song, sweet and clear, *line_break [i]Captivating souls, drawing hearts near. [i]He sings, his melodies weaving a spell, *line_break [i]Entrancing hearts with each note that fell. *line_break [i]His songs, like whispers from a distant land, *line_break [i]Stirring emotions, a love so grand. [i]His presence, a mystery, a charm untold, *line_break [i]A symphony of feelings, within my soul. *line_break [i]In his musical enchantment, I find my bliss, *line_break [i]A love ignited by harmonies' gentle kiss. *return *label guo_poem [i]His eyes, serene pools, reflecting calm, *line_break [i]Navigating markets with a soothing balm. *line_break [i]No stress or worry, he takes it all in stride, *line_break [i]With a smile on his face, emotions subside. [i]His touch, gentle and light, like a soft breeze, *line_break [i]Bringing peace and comfort, putting me at ease. *line_break [i]In his laid-back demeanor, a love is born, *line_break [i]Rooted in simplicity, without any scorn. [i]His presence, like a refuge, a safe retreat, *line_break [i]In his company, love and joy would meet. *line_break [i]No lavish gestures, just moments of shared bliss, *line_break [i]A love that thrives in effortless, casual kiss. *return *label ai_poem [i]Her eyes, determined, fierce with fire, *line_break [i]Seeking truth and fairness, never to tire. *line_break [i]A heart ablaze, with justice as her guide, *line_break [i]In her embrace, love and courage reside. [i]Her touch, firm and gentle, like a guiding hand, *line_break [i]Comforting and healing in a troubled land. *line_break [i]With unyielding compassion, she lends her aid, *line_break [i]For every soul, a love she's unafraid. [i]Her presence, a force, unwavering and true, *line_break [i]In her principles, a love that grew. *line_break [i]Stubborn, yet loving, she stands for what's right, *line_break [i]A beacon of hope in darkness' daunting night. *return *label father_poem [i]His eyes, once distant, now show regret, *line_break [i]A longing for connection, he can't forget. *line_break [i]Though negligent, a spark still resides, *line_break [i]A love buried deep, where no one bides. [i]His touch, hesitant, but filled with remorse, *line_break [i]Reaching out to bridge the years' discourse. *line_break [i]In a tender gesture, a love tries to mend, *line_break [i]Seeking forgiveness, seeking to transcend. [i]His presence, flawed and yet longing for grace, *line_break [i]Yearning to make up for lost time's embrace. *line_break [i]In memories long ago forgotten, this tale finds its voice, *line_break [i]Of a love that struggles, but still has a choice. *return *label love_poem [i]In every heart, its ember softly burns, *line_break [i]A flame that flickers, in every twist and turn. *line_break [i]It knows no boundaries, no limits, no bound, *line_break [i]Unleashing a passion, where true love is found. [i]Love's eyes, mirror of the soul's affection, *line_break [i]Reflecting depths of tender connection. *line_break [i]A gaze that whispers secrets unspoken, *line_break [i]In love's embrace, hearts are awoken. [i]Love's touch, gentle caress of the heart, *line_break [i]A healing balm when worlds fall apart. *line_break [i]It ignites the spark, sets souls ablaze, *line_break [i]Guiding us through life's bewildering maze. *return *label apex_poem [i]His spirit yearns for physical grace, *line_break [i]As he pushes limits, leaving no trace, *line_break [i]Of weakness or doubt within his core, *line_break [i]He strives to be what he longs for. [i]The weights he lifts, burdens of steel, *line_break [i]Test his will, his grit revealed, *line_break [i]He battles pain with every breath, *line_break [i]Defying limits, embracing death. [i]Yet behind the facade of sheer might, *line_break [i]Lies a soul weary, consumed by the fight, *line_break [i]For perfection's grasp, a relentless chase, *line_break [i]Leaving scars unseen, etched on his face. *return *label clan_poem [i]In realms where shadows dance and swords collide, *line_break [i]A tale unfolds of a warrior's silent stride. *line_break [i]Born to a clan, adorned with decadent grace, *line_break [i]Yet harboring resentment, a fire in his space. [i]With every dawn, his skills began to bloom, *line_break [i]A talented martial artist, defying his doom. *line_break [i]But burdened by the weight of an opulent name, *line_break [i]He yearned for freedom, a life beyond the same. [i]In halls of splendor, he honed his craft, *line_break [i]Mastering each move, his spirit unbound and daft. *line_break [i]Yet the gilded chains around his heart grew tight, *line_break [i]As he longed for truth, beneath the moon's soft light. *return *label mortals_poem [i]In a realm where shadows dance, *line_break [i]A world where mortals have no chance, *line_break [i]Bound by chains, their spirits break, *line_break [i]Cruelly treated, their hearts ache. [i]Once free souls, now cast aside, *line_break [i]In darkness forced to silently reside, *line_break [i]Their dreams extinguished, hopes erased, *line_break [i]A world where mortals are disgraced. [i]Their bodies weary, marked with scars, *line_break [i]Yet within, burns a fire like stars, *line_break [i]For in the depths of their despair, *line_break [i]A flicker of rebellion fills the air. *return *label cruelty_poem [i]In the realm of warriors, fierce and bold, *line_break [i]Where battles unfold, stories untold, *line_break [i]Lies a cruel dance, a world unkind, *line_break [i]Where honor is lost, and darkness aligned. [i]Blades clash and hearts bleed, *line_break [i]As warriors fight, driven by greed, *line_break [i]Their souls consumed by the thirst for might, *line_break [i]In this martial world, where wrong seems right. [i]With every strike, a life is undone, *line_break [i]The cruelty of war, under the sun, *line_break [i]Brother against brother, friend against friend, *line_break [i]A tragic tale, with no means to mend. *return *label responsibility_poem [i]Burdened by fate's decree, I stand alone, *line_break [i]Tired of shouldering the weight, weary to the bone. *line_break [i]The responsibility, oh, how it weighs me down, *line_break [i]I long for respite, a chance to escape this crown. [i]In battles fought and battles won, *line_break [i]Expectations never cease, never done. *line_break [i]Their eyes upon me, every step I take, *line_break [i]As the last ember of hope, I must not break. [i]But weariness seeps deep into my soul, *line_break [i]Yearning for a haven, a place to make me whole. *line_break [i]Generations' weight upon my back it lies, *line_break [i]The pressure to succeed feels like a disguise. *return *label freedom_poem [i]In realms where dreams take flight, *line_break [i]Where limits vanish out of sight, *line_break [i]I seek the realm of pure delight, *line_break [i]Absolute freedom, my heart's ignite. [i]No chains to bind, no walls to confine, *line_break [i]Unfettered, I'll soar, like the divine, *line_break [i]To dance with stars, to embrace the sky, *line_break [i]Absolute freedom, where desires lie. [i]I'll traverse mountains, conquer the seas, *line_break [i]Explore the depths, feel the gentle breeze, *line_break [i]With every step, a new path I'll tread, *line_break [i]Absolute freedom, my spirit fed. *return *label society_poem [i]In a world where norms dictate the way, *line_break [i]I yearn for freedom, for my spirit to sway. *line_break [i]For society's chains seek to confine, *line_break [i]But I long to break free, to truly align. [i]I yearn to dance to my own rhythm, *line_break [i]To chase dreams without societal dictum. *line_break [i]To follow paths that I hold dear, *line_break [i]Without the weight of judgment and fear. [i]I crave to spread my wings wide and soar, *line_break [i]Through uncharted skies, to explore. *line_break [i]To embrace my passions, unapologetically, *line_break [i]Unrestricted by conformity's decree. *return