Supreme Awakener

When Edward Gold was in serious humour, he would walk by himself in his small yard and some time or other stare at the silvery orb that hung high up in the sky.

The orb, like a huge celestial lantern, cast its dazzling light over the yard, turning it mysteriously gloomy.

And Edward's pallid face took on an even icier hue beneath the lunar glow.

Suddenly, he heard someone coming towards him. He knew it must be his sister Yvonne Gold.

"What do you think of the moonlight, Yvonne?" Edward said in a deep voice, in which there was a kind of melancholy, or rather thoughtfulness, that was not quite agreeable.

The person behind him strode faster and more friskily until she was alongside him.

She tilted her head and smiled at him, revealing her eight pearly white teeth,

"Hey, how do you know it's me?"

Yet, Edward neither replied nor gave her a look. Instead, he just let out a sigh, with his eyes still fixed on the big lantern in the sky.

"Hey, my dear brother, why the long face? You look as if we were standing in a churchyard where the dead are buried!" the girl said in a sweet and gentle voice, her eyes twinkling. "I know your problem, but just be happy! Everything will be all right in the end! I promise you'll be awakened sooner or later."

Yet, Edward still gazed at the distant moon high in the sky as if he had lived there before.

"Are you okay, my brother?" Yvonne said, waving her hands in front of his eyes, trying to get his attention. "You have to believe me, you'll..."

"I always believe you, my dear sister," suddenly Edward turned to gaze into her beautiful eyes, 'I know I will. I'm fine, and you don't need to worry about me, Yvonne!"

And then Edward forced a smile on his face.

"So why did you have a long face then?" Yvonne pursed her lips, her little pink fists hammering on the arm of Edward gently, "You know, I just don't like it. I hope you can smile every day."

"Hey, I was born with a long face!" Edward gave her another smile, "Don't you think it's cool?"

"Not at all, it's the ugliest face I've ever seen," answered Yvonne, sticking her tongue out at him and then turning back to head off toward the little shabby house behind the yard.

"Hey, where are you going?" Edward frowned, turning to watch her retreating figure. "You haven't answered my question yet!"

"I'm going for a bath!" replied Yvonne in a louder voice, "As for the moon, it's bright as a star. It looks like you love the moon better than the Earth!"

With that, she went straight back towards the house, leaving Edward alone in the desolate yard. She could not wait to enjoy her bath in the hot tub.

"Yeah, you're right because the moon was my home," whispered Edward.

His sister had no sooner got into the house than he turned to look up at the moon again.

Brushing his hair with his fingers, Edward then heaved a sigh, his thoughts drifting into the memory buried deeply at the bottom of his heart.

He remembered the days of his last life back on the moon, where he had been a top warrior enjoying tremendous popularity in the realm of Yanava.

While practicing the technique of Lightning Nirvana, he accidentally lost control of the thunder and the lightning, which immediately struck him down and turned him into a burned body.

"No," he murmured, beads of perspiration standing out on his forehead.

He bit his lower lip, his face twisted as if he had still been suffering from that mistake.

Even now it was hard for him to believe that his previous life had ended this way like the path of an arrow, which is instantly closed up and lost.

His charred remains later had been dumped into an unknown churchyard, where an old man with deep wrinkles all over his face, weird enough to live in one of the uninhabited monuments, had finally buried him six feet deep beneath.

His soul at that time had thought he would finally rest in peace there forever.

Yet, when another bolt of lightning crackling in the sky suddenly struck down the ground where he had been buried, his soul had somehow floated in the cosmos and then finally entered the body of a guy In New Hook, Zago, here on Earth.

The original owner of the body was also called Edward Gold. Despite the members of a prominent family, he and his younger sister Yvonne, orphaned at an early age, had to fend for themselves here in the shabby house.

"Well, the hand of fate is at play!" thought Edward, "I'm better off enjoying the grace of destiny. Now that I've come to live in this new world, I'll have to make the best of it. Don't worry, the previous owner of my body, believe in me, I won't let you down!"

Just as he was lost in his musings, suddenly came a resounding crash.

"Bang!"

The yard door was kicked open and several men leaped into the yard in a second.

One of them had a fat ugly face and a large, rounded lump beside his right ear, giving the illusion that he had three ears

Though the other guys did not look any more pleasant, the sight of the guy with the lump was so revolting that Edward could not but frown.

He was no one else but Larry Bush, the butler from his prominent family.

Upon seeing Edward still alive, Larry was taken aback, his eyes widening in great surprise.

"What are you doing here, Larry?" Edward squawked. "You guys are not welcome here. See, you've even damaged my yard door."

"Hmph!" Larry let out a cold harrumph. "I've heard you were attacked two days ago. I've come to see you...to see if you're still alive. Ha-ha!"

With that, Larry and his men broke into a fit of laughter.

"It looks like I should thank you for your coming," Edward sneered back. "See, I'm better than good, so all of you can go now!"

"Are you commanding us? How dare you give us an order, you little waste of space !" Larry snorted again with a cold edge in his voice. "Without a talent to awaken, you're simply a piece of junk to me, and to the Gold family.

To tell you the truth, I've come to inform you that you and your wretched sister have to move out of here now!"

"Why should we?" Edward spat back, his eyes as cold as ice. "This is my home. You guys have no right to do so!"

"Since you haven't awakened even at the age of eighteen, you're a good-for-nothing." Larry barked, his lips curling in disdain. "The master of the Gold family has been more than generous in raising you and your cursed sister for so long and providing you two such a decent place to live.

Now, my master has said that you and your damned sister shall work as dishwashers at McCoy's in the suburbs, one of the properties of the Gold family.

This is the family rule, and you'd better toe the line."

"Of course, he'll toe the line, my big brother!" said the man with a small moustache beside Larry. "As a senior waste of space, I bet he has no guts to do anything against our master."

With that, Larry and his men broke into guffaws once again.

Edward glared at them, his gaze burning with defiance, yet he decided not to resort to violence now.

"Do you kiss your mom with that bad mouth, Larry?" Edward talked back. "I have to warn you. You can insult me, but you're never allowed to insult my sister, or I'll get you to face the music!"

Larry and his men gave Edward a despised look and laughed again.

"Hey, do you hear that, bros? The little punk said he was going to get me to face the music. Well, I am eager to know what kind of music it'll be. To Kiss my ass or to kick my ass?" Larry said to his men in a teasing tone.

"of course, it is to kiss your ass, my big brother!"

"Yeah, get him to kiss your ass, boss!"

This time, their laughter was loud enough to rock the earth.

Edward saw red.

He clenched his fists until his nails were almost stuck into his flesh.

Suddenly, Larry stopped laughing, raising his hand to make his men quiet.

After that, he turned to Edward with a smile,

"Okay, I promise you, little punk. I promise I'll stop insulting your sister, but I know she's inside for a bath, so I decided to join her for a bath now. This is not an insult, isn't it?"

"You are a total scumbag!" Edward finally hit the roof, his veins inside his body bulging with rage. "I'll skin you alive!"

With that, Edward pounced at Larry, but Larry's men stopped him in a second.

"Teach him a good lesson, bros. Knock the snots out of his skull! Now I'll go and enjoy my bath with the beauty. Probably you guys can join me later!" said Larry with a lascivious smile while walking straight toward the shabby house.

"You shameless scoundrel!" shouted Edward.

Circled by the bastards, nevertheless, Edward could do nothing about Larry. His heart jerked. He knew he had to beat them up fast if he wanted to save his sister.

The celestial lantern high up in the sky, however, was as cool as a cucumber, not giving a damn about Edward's predicament. It shed its silvery light gently through the thin glass window, touching Yvonne's fair, silky skin.

The water in the tub was slightly warmer than the moonlight, but it was the temperature that she always liked. It was neither too cold nor too warm.

It was the right temperature that would keep her wide awake to this sleepy and drowsy world, and that would also keep her alert, alert to any danger whatsoever and wheresoever.

She heard everything from outside, but she looked as cool as the silvery moonlight. Courage is the grace in danger.

She had that courage. She had always known it.

Languishing in the tub, with her small, delicate feet high up on the edge, Yvonne enjoyed the temperature of the water as much as she could. The moonlight touched her soles like a pair of hands, like hands from a young, handsome boy, so caressing that she even let out a slight moan.

She had no boyfriend at all and thus never had a taste of true love--especially that mesmerizing sensual love. She was already sixteen. Hormones made her long for that charming love more than ever.

She moaned, not discerning whether it was due to the pleasant water in the tub or her yearning for true love. She imagined her future boyfriend would be more handsome than her brother Edward.

She felt relaxed as if her whole body had melted into the water.

Suddenly, a lewd laugh came into her ears. And she heard someone banging at the door of her bathroom.

"Open the door, little beauty! Let me join you for a bath!" giggled Larry Bush.

"Who's that?" Yvonne asked, her voice as calm as ever.

Even a man would be terrified in the middle of a bath by a possible break-in. However, Yvonne did not seem ruffled at all. She acted not like a sixteen-year-old, but a sophisticated woman of at least thirty. Gazing at her silky, translucent, and almost flawless body for a second, she revealed a proud smile, thinking that even a woman would fall in love with her.

Sitting comfortably in the tub, she was stroking herself gently with a yellow silk washcloth. The parts of her body it passed instantly relaxed themselves. More than pleased, Yvonne could not help but let out another satisfied moan.

The moan made the fat ugly guy at the door hot all over. Palpably, Larry was turned on.

The saliva was secreted like mad in his mouth and almost choked him to death. He had to swallow hard before he could continue,

"Come on, baby, I've just heard your moaning. I know you are desperate for a man now. I am the perfect boyfriend you are waiting for. I promise I'll make you on cloud nine. Open the door and let's have some fun together!" Larry Bush giggled wildly, banging the door harder with his strong hands.

Yet, he did not receive any response from Yvonne, who acted as if she had not been disturbed at all. After having poured some scented liquid soap into the tub, she went on stroking herself with her lovely washcloth.

In a second, colourful bubbles appeared almost everywhere, on the surface of the water, the edge of the tub, and on her perfect body.

She was indeed an immaculate beauty, resplendent like a flower blooming in the luscious spring. Her two ample white rabbits in front were firm like two noble mountains that would lead anyone anxious to climb them straight to the heavens; her waist, without any lovely handles around it, was so slender and slim that it could be held with a simple grab; her legs long and slender, between which no one knew how many pleasant secrets would lie.

Above all, her eyes were as bright as twinkling stars in the darkest sky, radiant and alluring. Whoever saw her would think that she was a goddess.

"Hey, open the door, baby!" repeated Larry, his voice several decibels higher. "Since you refuse my toast, you'll have to drink defeat. I'll take your silence as a kind of admission. Now I'll come in myself."

When he was eager to see a beautiful naked girl, even the weakest man would turn himself into a potent warrior.

Or a wolf. A lascivious, insatiable wolf.

Larry Brush immediately gathered all his strength into his right fist, thrusting it straight onto the wooden door. All at once, a huge hole was torn into the door. Larry wasted no time to thrust his head through the hole with his lustful eyes.

Yvonne's naked body, vaguely buried in the white foam in the tub, looked extremely sexy and seductive. Larry gawked at it with his eyes almost popping out and his heart pounding like it would explode any minute. Now, he was completely speechless.

Yet, Yvonne did not even look up. She gazed at her graceful arms and scrubbed them with great care. Once done, she offered an enchanting smile and said,

"Is that enough? Haven't you ever witnessed a lady bathing before?"

Larry gasped for a few seconds before he laughed hard again,

"Hey, baby, you've underestimated me!" Larry boasted, "Actually, I watch women bathe every day."

"What a pervert!" Yvonne snorted.

"You're right, baby!" Larry laughed louder, revealing his protruding yellow teeth.

The lump beside his ear resonated with laughter like a rattle drum, making him uglier than ugly.

"I'm an authentic pervert. And believe it or not, I'm a good peeper, too." He added in a proud voice. "That's why I can watch women bathe every day. You have no idea how exciting it is to spy on those beautiful women through a peeky hole. Above all, I'm indeed an expert in bathing women. To tell you the truth, I can do almost everything to entertain a woman. I can manicure your fingers, treat you to a pedicure, scrub your back, or give you a soothing massage all over. Whatever you want, you just name it!"

"Sounds great!" Yvonne flashed him a bewitching smile. "If you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. It happens I feel itchy in my back, why don't you come in to help?"

"I'm coming, baby!" Larry curled his lips into an evil grin.

And then he started whacking the door with his big fists violently. Before long, the poor wooden door was just smashed into pieces, bits of wood scattered hither and thither. Before he started to stride straight in, he heard a round of applause.

It came from no one else but Yvonne.

"Awesome!" Yvonne clapped her hands, flashing another smile, "But the thing is that you've got too big heavy hands. I'm afraid if I let you scratch my back, I just can't stand it."

"What do you mean? You want to quit it?" the ugly man demanded, wiping the grin from his face. "It's too late, baby. Whether you want it or not, I'll have to scratch your back."

"And scratch your whole body, I mean," the man added, "I know you're not going to stand it, but I promise it'll be that you can't stand it pleasantly."

A lewd, malicious grin reigned on his face again. Without any further ado, he went straight at Yvonne. He held out his hands in an attempt to drag the seductive girl right out of that stupid thick-foamed water in the tub and straight into his arms.

Once in his arms, he knew she would be left to his mercy. He could easily grope her up and down at his will. He could also make no efforts to feast his eyes with her immaculate nudity, especially that ample bosom, the most alluring part of a woman's body in his humble opinion, which had long been made invisible by that stupid annoying white foam.

He simply hated it.

Yet, to his surprise, Yvonne did not resist, simply letting herself get out of the tub and fall into his arms. Larry was more than pleased, subconsciously settling his eyes on what he considered the most charming part of her wet body.

However, he did not see any part he wanted at all but a thick wet bath towel. It wrapped Yvonne's body so well that it looked like she was wearing a cotton strapless slip dress.

Larry's face darkened. He felt as if he had been deceived like a fool.

"What's going on?" he demanded, stunned for a moment. "How dare you play a trick on me?"

"Hey, why the long face?" Yvonne said softly, her eyes twinkling, "That's the funny part of the game. Before you scratch my back, you have to unravel and reveal the mystery of a girl by yourself. Look, this adds fun to the game. Come on, you can do it!"

Her words made the same old malicious grin back to his face. When he started undressing her, he gazed at her perfect oval face. The beads of water dropped off her hair onto her pink face, making her extremely attractive.

Instead of avoiding his lustful gaze like a common, shy girl, Yvonne stared into his eyes boldly.

As their gazes locked, Larry suddenly saw a myriad of red hearts twinkling in her eyes like a mesmerizing constellation. He put on a wide grin, thinking these must be the signs of love sparked by his strength and charm.

Yet, before he knew it, a wave of dizziness crept over him. Yvonne's exquisite visage blurred before his eyes. And what was worse, everything around spun increasingly fast as if he had been thrown into a whirlpool, his mind churning violently.

"Oh, no!" gasped Larry in shock.

He suddenly realized there must be something wrong with those red hearts, but it was too late. He was losing control of his will. In a second, he started looking glassy-eyed like a sleepwalker.

And then a sweet yet authoritative voice echoed in his ears.

"I'm your master now. Do you hear me, Larry Bush, my slave?"

"Yes, master," Larry Bush nodded like a cold-blooded robot, his eyes vacant as if his soul had been extracted. Still, he held Yvonne firmly in his arms.

"Now put me down, my slave!" Yvonne commanded as her face started to darken.

"Yes, master!" Larry repeated, who immediately let go of Yvonne.

As she stood to her feet, she let out a disdainful snort and slapped him hard across the face with all her might. In an instant, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and five distinct fingerprints were visible on his cheek.

"You are such a pathetic creature!' Yvonne glared at him with contempt. "How dare you hold me for so long?"

"Sorry, master!" Larry said as his head bowed in submission, putting her down. "I jus-"

Pa...

Before he finished his words, Yvonne gritted her teeth and gave him another hot slap. This time, Larry's face got swollen like a majestic high mountain that commanded attention--a sight that would leave even the most hardened souls astounded.

He spat onto the floor a small mouthful of blood in which two broken yellow teeth were tainted scarlet.

"This is the little price you've paid for ogling beautiful ladies like me," Yvonne sneered. "Now kneel before me!"

Larry, like a living dead without his own will, dropped to his knees on the double, his eyes downcast.

"Now whack yourself in the face until you're told to stop. Understood?"

"Yes, master!" he repeated the same words in a low voice.

The slapping sounds soon filled the room. Though monotonous, they sounded like a powerful, melodious tune to Yvonne's ears. Now, Larry's face was swollen higher, like a puffed balloon that would explode at any minute.

Yet, Yvonne did not give a damn.

Since awakening, she had acquired several different skills, one of which was called Charm, a technique that could allow her to bewitch any man's mind.

Larry was still pounding himself before her.

'Good!' she murmured, her lips curling into a happy smile. Although this was the first time she put it on a man, she was quite pleased with what her Charm Art had done to him.

She knew very well that she could manipulate him for an hour with her technique before it got off him. And during this period, he could do nothing but be at her mercy like a marionette.

Temporarily safe yet wet all over, Yvonne thought it was time to go to the bedroom for a change. In a minute, she was already there.

After taking off the wet bath towel tightly around her, she revealed her skin as smooth as jade. On her back, there was a faint light blue birthmark, which was like a wisp of blue cloud in a clear sky. Or perhaps like a blue lotus that had just weathered the storm.

She was incredibly beautiful indeed.

No wonder Larry Bush had long had evil intentions towards her and was easily influenced by her Charm and controlled by her.

Soon, she slipped into a relatively loose tracksuit. However, if one looked closely, her curvaceous figure was still discernible. She knew she had to be quick since she couldn't help but worry about her older brother in the yard.

'Surely there can't be any issue.' she thought. 'But he hasn't awakened yet. Though Larry Bush's men are a bunch of useless rabble, I have no idea whether he can hold his own against them. Anyway, I have to be quick!'

Thinking of that, she dashed back to the bathroom, seeing that Larry Bush was still slapping himself in the face. Seeing that he turned himself into a pig head, Yvonne said with a scornful smile,

"Well done, my salve. I guess you must be a pugilist mastering the legendary Make-My-Face-Beautiful technique since you've punched yourself into a much more handsome man."

After laughing behind her delicate hand for a while, Yvonne added, "That's enough. You can stop now. Let's go outside and show your gorgeous face to your men. I'm sure they'll get a big surprise."

Larry Bush followed her instructions immediately. He stood up and then started to walk to the yard while Yvonne followed him behind.

When they entered the yard, Yvonne was eager to know how her older brother was. He was still surrounded by Larry's men. She let out a relieving sigh when she saw no sign of injury on his face although he was huffing and panting, his neatly combed hair dishevelled, and his sanguine face pale and grey.

Palpably, his older brother had just had a fight against these people for a while.

"Are you okay, Edward, my dear brother?" she shouted with great concern.

"No worries. See, still one piece," Edward replied at the top of his voice. "And you? I've been worried about you. Where is that bastard, Larry Bush? Didn't the damned guy feel cop of you? You don't know how anxious I was just now. But you know..."

Edward gave her a wry smile. He had always wished he could be a superhero to save the day, a truly powerful warrior who could skin all these bastards alive, but he just couldn't.

He hated himself, resenting that he was not awakened yet, not powerful enough to beat up these muscular guys straight away. All he had done just now was to escape just in time to protect himself from any harm.

"Look, I'm perfectly fine, Edward."

Yvonne gave a light-hearted skip and even did a graceful twirl. Seeing her older brother was unharmed, she was more than happy, reverting to the image of an adorable younger sister.

"You don't need to fret over me at all." she continued. "I've got more than enough tricks and techniques up my sleeve to hand that blasted lecherous Larry Bush. Don't you catch sight of him?"

Yvonne pursed her lips in the direction of the man beside her. Until that moment did his eyes fall on the person with a face so swollen that the features were completely discernible.

"You mean him?" Edward gasped in disbelief.

"Bingo!" Yvonne snapped her fingers. "Don't you think he is even more handsome than before?"

"Well, Yvonne!" the brother smiled at his sister, "I must admit he looks different."

Larry Bush's underlings noticed the man now. They were confused. They couldn't figure out why the man donned the same clothes as their big brother.

"Who is the guy? He can't be Larry! How dare he's got dressed like our boss?" fumed the moustached man.

"Hey, Jim, look at the mole on his neck. He is our boss, Larry, I'm sure." yelled the man with a deep scar on his face in disbelief.

"Yeah, Henry is right. He is our boss. Oh, my god!"

Larry's men now recognized him. They were astonished at what he looked like now.

"What the hell have you done to our big brother, bitch?" the scar-faced man shouted at Yvonne. "Go get him, bros."

They suddenly left Edward alone, turning toward his sister Yvonne.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of guys." Yvonne sneered. "Your big brother is just a docile ferocious dog to me. Now I'll unleash him to bite you all. It's going to be an exciting game. Let's watch the game together, Edward."

She then got closer to Larry and patted his head gently as if he had been a pet dog. Suddenly, she shot by his ear, 'Take your men down."

"Yes, master!"

Receiving the order, Larry, who had been standing stock-still like a stature, suddenly went berserk. He seemed to have morphed into a cold killer.

Though his face remained cool, he swung as hard as he could. He punched his men with ferocious force at lightning speed, seemingly intent on sending his opponents to hell ruthlessly.

With a resounding bang, his colossal fist came crashing down on the chest of a guy who looked as stocky as an ox. The unfortunate guy spat out a mouthful of blood that sprayed straight onto Larry's puffy face.

"Wake up, bro," the guy said feebly, his hand on his chest, "You've got it wrong. I'm your buddy."

But Larry seemed indifferent and landed another punch on the guy. It looked like the unlucky guy would soon kick the bucket.

"Stop, you'll crash Jim to a pulp, big bro!" his other men hollered.

They had never expected that things would come to such a pass. They all jumped into the fight to rescue the hapless guy named Jim.

"Give them a good thrashing, my little pet pooch!" Yvonne gloated. She folded her arms before her chest and said to her brother, "What do you think of the show, brother? Isn't it wonderful?"

Edward nodded with a smile. It was known to him that his sister had long been awakened, yet he had never imagined his sister would possess such a mind-blowing manipulation technique.

'When can I truly be awakened?' he considered, 'When can I have the power to shield her?'

He suddenly grinned and thought his idea was ridiculous.

'She's already a powerhouse. Palpably, she doesn't need my protection at all. It's been her who's been bailing me out all along.'

Looking back at the fight, he discovered it was more exciting. Larry, with a swollen pig-like head, had an explosive combat intent. In no time, he took down all his men with just a few swift moves. Now his men all lay on the ground, groaning in agony.

"Awesome!" Yvonne clapped her hands. "You're my good dog. Since you've done an excellent job, here's a little gift for you. Catch!"

Then, a big bone was thrown at Larry. Edward knew well it was the one he had thrown into the trash bin the day before, but he had no idea when Yvonne picked it up again.

Larry started to crawl toward the bone without any sign of refusal. He probably could stand the insult, but his men could not.

"Don't pick it up. You're not a beast, boss."

"Don't take that insult, big bro, or you'll be a real dog!"

"Damn it! Wake up, Larry!"

But their words could not stop him.

"Pick it up! Pick it up! Larry Dog!" Yvonne raised her voice with a smile.

"No, big bro! You can't do that!"

But it was too late. Larry had already had it in his hand. He even licked it tastily like a real dog.

"Oh no! This humiliation is just like a scarlet letter branded on the face, an indelible mark that will haunt him for a lifetime!" sighed the scar-faced d man, who kept pounding the ground with his hands desperately.

Larry's other men all heaved long sighs as if their world had crumbled, yet they were powerless to change the situation.

Yvonne sauntered towards Larry with a triumphant smile, playfully patting Larry's head.

"My good dog! I've played it enough. Now get lost with your pathetic men!"

Suddenly, a menacing glint flashed in Larry's eyes. Yvonne was so complacent that she did not notice it at all. Edward caught a glimpse of it and immediately realized the vicious look meant great danger to her sister.

"Watch out, sis!" he shouted.

But it happened just too fast. Larry suddenly leaped behind Yvonne and jabbed two fingers straight on her back.