Novels by @zion

The moment the words bond and link echoed through the gathering, a ripple passed among the disciples of Light.One of them, the boy whose eyes were pale, parted his lips. “The Bond of Light,” he muttered.As the words left his mouth, his white eyes bled into yellow, the transformation lasting no longer than a heartbeat—yet it was enough.A disciple who had been yapping incessantly earlier could no longer contain himself.“The Bond of Light?” he asked eagerly. “What is it?”Ngwan Le fell silent. Why don't I share my thought, he thought. What I know about it.“It began with a decree,” Ngwan Le finally said, his voice calm yet carrying an unseen weight. “And after the decree… came manifestation.”The disciples leaned in.“After the words Let there be Light were spoken, manifestation followed. Yet what that manifestation truly was—no one knows clearly.” He paused, frowning slightly. “What is certain is only this: there is a Then, a Before, and an After… and beyond that, something without

The pool was anything but quiet.It brimmed with murmurs—layer upon layer of voices weaving together like drifting mist. Some disciples spoke excitedly about the sensations they had felt upon bathing in the liquefied light. Others indulged in their own fantasies. And then there were those who whispered with barely concealed awe about Ngwan Le—about the uproar he had caused.“May I ask you a question?” The voice came from the figure closest to his left.Ngwan Le turned his head slightly. The boy hesitated, clearly wrestling with himself. Should I say it… or should I not?“Speak,” Ngwan Le said calmly.“For you… what does all this mean?”The words fell into the pool like a pebble.Many did not even hear them—not because they were unwilling, but because their minds were already drowned in the restless muttering that filled the air. As for those who did hear, confusion flickered across their faces. A simple question mark formed in their thoughts before they turned away, choosing instead t

How many days had it been since he left Earth?Ngwan Le’s thoughts drifted for only a heartbeat before he released them, like a leaf surrendering to the current. Time meant little now—not when he didn’t even know how days converted between worlds, and not when his mind was already chasing something far more urgent.What comes after the massacre?That was the real question.His gaze lowered to the shimmering water around him. It wasn’t water, not truly. It was light—liquefied, softened into a glowing pool.If I’m not in some kind of test… then what is this? he thought.A test. “If this is a test,” he whispered, voice barely disturbing the surface, “then what kind of test needs… all this?”The very idea was absurd. A realm like this—an immortal fairy domain filled with floating islands and laws that laughed at reality—could such a creation exist merely to judge him?He doubted it. Yet for the first time since arriving here, the question finally surfaced.Am I truly living in an immortal

"First connection, soul separation." Was what he said lastly.The next day arrived without sunrise.It simply happened—as though the world had turned a page in silence, and Ngwan Le had been written into a new line of fate.He stood before the place she had spoken of, yet no guards, no gates.Only a publicity pannelIt was absurdly plain—two long iron supports driven deep into the ground, the space between them wide enough for five massive eight-wheeled trucks to pass through side by side. A doorway that wasn’t a doorway. An entrance that didn’t bother to pretend it was meant for people.And this… this was the place where he was supposed to come take his “bath.”Ngwan Le narrowed his eyes.There wasn’t even a door to open.Through the hollow between the iron legs, he could clearly see the other side—empty land stretching on, wind drifting over the lowest floating island like a sigh.Yet that wasn’t the strangest part.It wasn’t the only signboard.There were more.Hundreds… no—thousan

The words lingered heavily in the room, and so the next day came by Ngwan Le lay flat on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Minutes passed. Then. “Damn it…” Still laying on his bed “That professor really knows how to say impressive things,” Ngwan Le muttered. “But when it comes to how to actually do it—he didn’t explain it properly.” Afterward, he woke up and went to meet Saint Clair. On his way, he was sure he kept thinking about how he the professor had firmly implanted the idea that he was a genius in his mind—so firmly, in fact, that he had forgotten to tell him what he needed in order to initiate the nourishment process for the flower. Crack. He opened the door—the door to the meeting room where Saint Clair currently was. It was a Tuesday afternoon. And every Tuesday, Saint Clair will be alone in the meeting room—her personal meeting room. She will be there ready to receive any unexpected guest or attend to anyone who came seeking her help. Every Tuesday, a

One week had passed since Ngwan Le’s battle with the mysterious fairy.And now, he sat inside the classroom, facing his professor for the third—and final—lesson.The professor stared at him for a long moment before letting out a sigh.“I truly believed I would need to explain this lesson in every detail,” he said. “Yet… it seems unnecessary.”Only one week, he thought. And I already feel useless.His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Ngwan Le. How could this boy have formed a Crystal Light Flower so quickly? Even if it had not yet bloomed, such progress....Ngwan Le remained silent.The professor pulled a chair forward and sat directly in front of him.“The Seed of Light within you,” he said slowly, “has already grown into a Crystal Light Flower.”Just one week—from seed to maturity and then evolution. “Still,” he continued, standing up once more, “there are still some fundamental knowledge you must learn.”He turned and walked toward the white wall in front of him. When his finger

And so after..... They all moved under Roso advise. After walking for a while, they made their way through a clean and clear corridor with no death bodies. It was a sign that the terrorist hadn’t yet reached this place. The group then began to relax slightly, talking among themselves as Roso led the way. Bit by bit, he learned their names and memorise their faces. There was Famlise, an average tall thin girl with large round eyes behind her glasses—timid, but thoughtful. Hivet, round-bodied and soft-spoken, had a nervous twitch in her hands. Gregory, though trembling earlier, carried a surprisingly commanding tone when he spoke. Oscar, a cheerful and energetic boy, seemed especially friendly and shared a camaraderie with the sword user. And finally, there was Noubissi, who smiled gently and extended her hand to Roso. “Nice to meet you,” she said, her sincerity clear. Roso shook her hand. “Likewise.” He could tell that Famlise and Noubissi trusted him, but Hivet and Gregory’s

From the ceiling, Roso couldn’t hold his awe. “Wow… this guy isn’t just a genius!.... He is the real deal.”The shield user snarled, refusing to retreat. “Then let’s see how you handle this!” He charged, using the shield as a flash bomb. A brilliant light burst from it, blinding the sword user/The righteous senior momentarily.Before he could regain his sight, the terrorist – shield user was already on him—unleashing a feral combo of fists and kicks.Swish! Swish!But what he didn’t realize was that blindness didn’t matter anymore. The sword user battle sense had transcended sight. His instincts, honed through countless meditation and hardous training, traced every movement of his foe.“I can see it,” he murmured, body flowing like water. “Every move… every strike.”He sidestepped the kicks, parried the punches, countered each attack with near-effortless precision. The shield user grew more desperate, his strikes wilder, until—“There!” The sword user’s eyes gleamed. “You’re wide open

The shortest terrorist had gone quiet, but the weakest one only grew louder, sneering with the confidence of a man who never met his match. “What’s with that look, leader? You want me to finish them all that badly?” he taunted, cracking his knuckles as battle gloves snapped around his hands.The air pulsed with menace. Their aura… it’s terrifying, Roso thought, the hairs on his arms rising. Yet beneath the raw, volatile energy emanating from the terrorists, a different presence tightened the space around the students: the senior’s aura. It pressed like iron on Roso’s chest, more suffocating than the brash cruelty of the assailants. Why is there a senior here? the question snagged in his mind. This test is for new students. Is this a role-play? At first glance, it doesn’t look staged.Before he could make sense of it, the weakest terrorist lunged. His movement was a blur — speed bred from arrogance — and he aimed a brutal strike at the righteous senior. The senior didn’t even flinch; h

The terrorist smirked. “This should be enough!” he shouted, firing another burst toward Roso.The impact sent shockwaves through the hallway. Roso barely managed to dodge, rolling onto the ground and gasping for air. “The stone pillar… almost killed me,” he muttered, clutching his chest.His heart pounded. “The level of this exam is too insane. What do they expect us to accomplish? Survive? That’s impossible if we’re up against them…” His voice trembled, but he forced himself to breathe slowly.“Stay calm, Roso. Stay calm,” he whispered again and again, repeating the words like a mantra until his pulse steadied.After a moment, he thought aloud, “If there was a teacher in class earlier, then there must be teachers in this school. They’re probably the ones meant to fight these terrorists… But if that’s true, then what’s the point of this exam?”He frowned, thinking harder. The logic didn’t add up.“First things first,” he decided. “I need information.”He clenched his fists. “Yes — tha

“Where… am I?” Roso muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision swam in and out of focus. A bright light poured in from his left, and when he turned his head, he found himself staring at a wide window. “Huh?” His brow furrowed. “Am I… in a classroom?” He blinked several times, trying to make sense of it. Desks, chairs, a blackboard, and rows of students — all of it looked painfully ordinary, yet something about it felt unreal. His thoughts were still muddled, and his body felt strangely light, as though he wasn’t fully there. Then came a faint voice. “Roso…” He froze. The sound was faint, almost like a whisper brushing the edge of his mind. “What is that?” he murmured. “Is it… in my head?” The voice came again — clearer this time. “Roso…” He looked around, searching for the source, but saw only the quiet hum of students scribbling notes. “A classroom… really?” he said aloud. The realization settled slowly in his mind as he scanned the room once more. “Is a less

This came after he’d given a brief, almost cryptic explanation of what the Elimination Test truly was — though he had carefully avoided the finer details.“As you can see,” he had said earlier, “the total number of obtainable points far exceeds the minimum required to pass. Therefore, each of you will choose the tests that will bring you to your target score.”Then, with a graceful stride, a woman appeared beside him.“Yes, my lord,” she said, bowing slightly before addressing the sea of candidates.Her name was Rebecca. Her entrance alone drew the crowd’s attention — and not merely because she was beautiful. Tall and elegant, she carried herself with the kind of confidence that only came from immense power. Her long pink hair shimmered in the light, and her eyes, the same delicate hue, seemed to glow faintly with the essence of the flow of strength. Even her voice carried a subtle enchantment.“After you have chosen the number of tests required to reach a total of 10,000 points,” she