Well well, Pedophile

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Well well . . . the year 1046 in Zorian Time. If some are wondering what I meant by 'Zorian Time', it refers to a trace of time in my world which is a large landmass named Uzōjin. It is divided into three Kingdoms: Ogōshi from the South, Oyōhen from the West, and Okonfē from the East. Being the next ruler of one of these kingdoms is another hefty task. Asking me why would be due to how much expectation everyone has for me. Don Shī at age fourteen is my name and current age. If some want to know which kingdom am I residing in, well well then it is Ogōshi and I am a direct heir to the Queen. I do not want to talk about my kingdom and myself much since it is quite a hefty thing to share especially with those I do not even see. Wondering if I am a crazy fourteen-year-old young boy? Well well, probably but I have been thinking about beyond something I see or sense. I want to ask something, is there someone there? Are YOU there watching or hearing my thoughts right now? I feel hefty strange but I believe that someone right now is doing that. That is why I am speaking quite unusually in order for those who are here to understand my speech clearly or dū YŪ? Ay am seruten'ri hōping ito'is sins dei aru furam anazer warudō dat kēm furam may mayndē. Since my watchers are possibly not of Zōjin origin, then I must recall some lessons that I splendidly think it is only exclusive to my race . . .

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Well well, what do we have in mind from the last twenty days . . . oh I remember. I am to share with my fellow unseen listeners about different distinct Zōjin speaking such as Zorian Time, Pronunciations, Terms, and Places. Hahhh. But before all of that, let me have a fresh drink since I have undergone a hefty amount of lessons and training in becoming the next ruler. My supposedly ' dark little luxuries ' are halted for a while due to the hefty schedule. Anyways, let us begin. The Zorian Time is compromised of six main time scales: seconds, minutes, days, weeks, and years. Oh before that, let me mention the mini-seconds which are commonly used by most of the Zōjin but are not considered an official scale of time. An Example of this is twelve-tenths of a second or any scale of time that does not exceed one Zorian second. After that splendid time scale is the official Zorian Second. By the way, I have wondered already that there must be a different concept in my listeners so I am hoping there would be ' conversions ' while I am saying this despite me not knowing it. The Zorian second (at least 1 / 10^100^100 Earth seconds) is the first scale of time for the Zōjin Race. The next units above this are just groups of hefty smaller scales. For an instance, a minute is about seventy seconds, an hour is seventy minutes, and a day is twenty-four hours. For the last two, a week is ten days and a year is about one hundred weeks or one thousand days. In terms of its origins, I do not like to share since some may be overwhelmed.

Since being overwhelmed by education is such a hefty pain, let me tell you about who I am instead. Currently, I am speaking these thoughts like a speech while I am laying on my outdoor bed in the royal palace of Ryudonjū — the capital city of Ogōshi. It has been an exhausting day full of practice and despair. My mother, which is the current Queen has done nothing but a luxury to the point that since the age of eight, I feel like I am the advisor of her advisor. However, all of these hefty duties are erased when I lay down in this bed specifically made by my deceased father. My family name 'Don' came from my mother since she is the splendid direct daughter of the late king. In the Zōjin manner, the one who has more influence than the other has the utmost right to pass the family name to their offspring. *Yawns* I suppose this is enough for this night; I have four hours left before my next day of work begins.

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Where was I . . . oh I see. It is about my imaginative lecture from my non-Zōjin dwellers in my mind. It is now the year 1052 and I led all of Ogōshi to perform public murder on the Queen — in other words, my mother. With this, I have now the throne of the kingdom. Splendid, right? Before I explain that in heftier detail I would like to ask you all a question, are you a rightful individual? How so? Are you rightful because your ancestors have told you that or are you rightful because you are being controlled by a system under which you live? The reason for my thinking is that I observed something thanks to my ' dark little luxuries ' that I utmost care. Based on those observations, the privileged ones have more power than those who are lesser in form. With me being the Highest of all Zōjin, I am capable of performing any sort of thing in the kingdom. If I am to be hefty dark, examples of what I may do at will are rape children from head to bottom, feed anyone to the animals while conscious, torture someone in front of their family members, and many more. I am aware that the power depends on the ruler in this Zōjin world. And . . . well well, I believe that the reason why this Kingdom fails to achieve unification is that all of them were succumb to the overwhelming power. I am not mentioning that they are all the same but rather the momentum to victory gets postponed, like Mother who was better rotting dead than freshly alive. Power hinders true power which is realizing that power comes from consciousness. Despite all my sayings on this topic, I am not perfect and therefore an enjoyer of darkness. All I may say is that do not be limited by what is around you. Be limited on what your awakened mind is from within to be loved by yourself. And I do not love myself entirely. Especially that now I am King of a large territory in an official manner.

My mother was heftily a luxurious person in her whole life. In all history of Ogōshi, she may be one of the worst rulers that this kingdom has ever had. However, Mother was barely punished since she was considered 'special' to the kingdom. Well well, if I am to answer that then yes she is. A Zōjin that never ages despite how many years have come. Paired with her intelligence which she rarely uses for her kingdom, Mother's ageless beauty is somewhat terrifying. Despite her charismatic nature, I was not attracted to nor fooled in any way. If I am being bold to my non-Zōjin fellows, I am more attracted to that one maid who cleans my pool of dark little luxuries than her. With that, as soon as I felt a hefty threat to my kingdom, I have done a splendid investigation on each suspectable interest. This has led me to prove that she was indeed a traitor to her own people. She was in love with the current King of Oyōhen and therefore secretly gave the cities and lands of West Ogōshi. To be honest, I am filled with overwhelming heft of rage since several generals have also followed along with the Queen's Plan. The moment I have collected enough evidence of her traitorous actions, she was punished by the remaining Zōjin of Ogōshi. Her punishment was sacred and brutal, forced to be bathed with divine oil and fired with burning arrows crafted by a historical figure named Ju Mari. If I recall my historical records about her, she is the wife of an ancient Zōjin King that existed quite a long time ago, more than nine hundred years before. With the burning sensation, my mother of course beg mercy while her body crumbles from the outside to the inside. However, there was no such thing as pity since the Queen broke the highest rule of all Ogōshi: never betray your people. If I am to recall another historical fact, the first King of this kingdom made this rule. Being king at the age of twenty may be overwhelming for most of my class but not for me. I am only tired of my duties due to me exerting my all to plan on retrieving our previous lands and the main goal of this kingdom which is Unification. I guess that is enough talk in my mind for this day. Perhaps next week I would have enough time to continue my lectures while I eat my BonBon rice serving.

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The year 1080. It is quite shocking if you are to ask me. How many years have passed? To think I forget and remember this imaginative lecture is splendidly shocking. Concluding that, it has been twenty-eight years since my reign. The retrieval of the cities is quite a hefty task to such a point that we have yet to conquer at least two cities and instead have been defending other cities due to the eastern kingdom's invasion. My generals have been struggli— wait. Hm . . . what was the main purpose of this act if I recall? Oh, I see, it is about sharing basic information about the Zōjin People. If I am to recall our basic lessons from about thirty-four years ago, it was about . . . time scales. Well well, these are the mini-seconds for the which is still unofficial, and then the second, minute, hours, days, weeks, and year which are official numbers of Zorian Time.

Now let us go to pronunciation. I think this topic may be hefty for some but I assume that some will. The letters that I think are somewhat exclusive to the Zōjin are the Ō, Ā, Ī, Ē, Ū which have lines in them that indicate that they are pronounced differently as opposed to the counterparts that do not have a line above them. The main characteristic of these letters as opposed to normal ones is their lower and stronger pitch. I do not know how to give an example of sound because I am currently on a carriage crossing the longest bridge of all Ogōshi. It is quite narrow in my own opinion because if three carriages were aligned with each other, one would certainly fall. However, the new ongoing bridge near the city of Doribā is incredibly large and hefty. Perhaps in less than two years, it will be splendidly built. Well well, speaking of which, I may share with you some common terms that the Zōjin usually use that of course non-natives would not know. There are plenty of them, to be honest, but let me introduce you to several words that I think would be the most commonly used by the Zōjin. Now speaking of which, it would benefit me in terms of conciseness if I make a list of it in my mind. Here are the following:

Zōjin — The general name of my Race which somehow translates to 'Dotted Dwellers'.

Rōjin — A Male Zōjin.

Rējin — A Female Zōjin.

Kojin — A young Zōjin. It can also be a Child.

Roysan — A friendly term to address a Rōjin. Now there are some varieties of these due to historical reasons such as Roysen and Roysu.

Reysan — It performs in a similar manner to Roysan but is used for its female counterpart. This applies to the words Reysen and Reysu also.

Tē'kī — A common cursed word. I do not know the meaning or origins of this disgraceful word but it is truly unjoyful to the ears so I expect there is something at least similar to my non-Zōjin listeners (roughly translates to FUCK or FUCKING expression in Earth). There are other common cursed words such as Sempō, Bichka, Dikurē, Mangkōjin, and more but I would not go into detail about these since I am heftily not a common speaker of these.

Fresh Crops — An expression which means 'having a good day or time'

Limitless Crops — An expression which means 'happiest time of someone's life.

Breathing Dead — An expression that means 'exhausting'. It has different varieties such as Dead-breathing or Breathing Corpses.

Tree-burning — An expression which means 'saddening or depressing'. This one is an example of regional expressions where it is often limited to those in that region. For an instance, this expression originates from the regions of Hon Kā.

Well, what else . . .

"Your greatness, I would like to inform you that the Okonfē Wanugō has been slain and therefore our kingdom is the victor."

"Well well, then I am grateful for the efforts of our Tsugā and his army. He will surely reach the rank of Wanugō soon."

I apologize for that interruption from a messenger. But thanks to that I have thought of something that could tell you. Military Ranks are also somewhat distinct from others since it was formed by historical figures. Although I think my non-Zōjin listeners may be overwhelmed with the information I have given on this day, I may have to just state the main military ranks based on the number of units under their command. From least to most, the Zōjin Military have the: Eteruki, Uteruki, Nairurī, Eitorā, Seburō, Siksukī, Fairukā, Forukō, Surigī, Tsugā, and Wanugō. Well well, perhaps this is enough for the afternoon. I am quite exhausted while riding in this carriage due to another lack of rest. A typical Zōjin needs about six to nine hours of splendid sleep. I, however, normally rest about four hours, having 2 hours in the past ten days due to my desire to manage my kingdom and avoid the image of my deceased mother. However, I have some of her blood. My body seems to age quite slower than usual: I am forty-eight of age yet my looks and feel seem like twenty-five. My people and my ' dark little luxuries ' noticed this as each year comes.

By the way, I have been noticing something different in these past few days. I do not know if this is just a result of my hefty tiredness but somehow I have been having unusual dreams in my periods of sleep. In actuality, it has been like this since I was young. Only during this period in my life that I began to be heftily irritated by it. For an instance, I somehow dreamed about a rōjin discussing the concept of Endā. He looked like a military recruit and was shaking. Oh, well well, this may be a splendid time to talk about Endā. To put briefly discuss this, it refers to the speech of the Zōjin where they include dummy vowels or syllables in some words. This is quite common in the words that end in the sentence while some can be found either in the front or at the back. If you are wondering why I am not speaking like that well, actually, I am since the very beginning of these thoughts of speech. I was even wondering if you can hear my voice. Or are you reading it with a translated text from your own world? Or something else? I am uncertain of what it is but I am speaking with the concept of Endā being heard by my own mind. I have more things to discuss other than this. It is not limited to a dream but rather I can see some vague visions about something. One thing that captured my mind was a person. I certainly know it is a Zōjin based on the dots and if I am to recall, it was using a crutch. It was crying while hugging another vague individual. Well well, probably tears from joy if I were to interpret. If I were to describe their looks, it could be as close as a silhouette. Those are the two things that were probably the most interesting of them all and also the end of my talk for this afternoon. Due to the tiredness of my body, I may as well visit my Palace Pool of Pleasing Kojin when I am finished with my duty for this day.

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I . . . feel . . . horrific. How long has it been? All I remember is that it was the Zorian Year 1089 while I was at the Pool of — Spurts Blood. Well well, this must be my hefty punishment for pleasing myself through my ' dark little luxuries ' over all these years. I am both proud and afraid of myself for how I can still think straight after what I have heftily been through. I am currently laying on my fully lacerated back. My destroyed bleeding ears can hear the faint sounds of my people as they rush me to the best healing house. I could not speak with my parched insides nor could see yet with my exhausted eyes. If . . . I can recall what happened, I was torturedly punished. I do not know where was that place but I could surely recall it was dark with having a single torturer that removed my private parts. I did not see who it was with a clear vision but rather I could see the words it was making. If I am to be asked, I am heftily frightened by these words as they formulate through the vague hands of the torturer. During those times, I asked who is it. The only answer I saw was, "This is the place called paradise, Fucking Pedo . . ." I do not know what it meant by 'Pedo' nor the word 'fucking' but this is certainly not a paradise even in my own religion. It took my tooth one by one using its bare fingers, pulling in a very slow manner. I cannot wonder about the pain but rather scream in horror while I was incapacitated. A variety of different torments were performed on me for a very long time. Based on the writing style of the floating words, it resembled something of Zōjin but was quite unusual despite my excellent knowledge of Zōjin writing distinction. However, I can somehow feel the overwhelming feeling of those words of the torturer and it was full of enthusiasm in seeing me suffer until my last breath. The sensation of being murdered alive continued for a hefty thousand years. I may sound crazy but it is indeed true based on feeling. It is a disturbing experience. I did not die, starve, or change in age but can clearly think there is a change in time. It fed my mouth with one worm-like creature every single day. Heftily concluding this, that must be the reason since it was suspicious. "Would you please Tē'kī kill me once you are finished with this sadistic act?" that is the beg that I asked it every single day but it did not reply, continuing to skin my ballsack. After countless years when my voice was already drained out, it finally replied to me with another set of floating words,

"Who said I'm going to kill you, Fuckhead? This session is just a lesson for you to stop being a Pedo-freak. You're the King that really desires to Unify this whole country for good-sake right? I took an eye on you for quite some time. Children sucking and deepthroating your cock for the last forty-seven years was a heavenly slurping taste. But, the children were treated in good condition to the very least as you age. Life has been rough on you in terms of responsibility huh? That's why I'm going to let you live to take care of your cute kingdom, hehe."

I still recall . . .

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. . . those exact same words that float through the dark chambers of torture." The king opened his eyes as he glared at the children accompanying him in his relaxing pool of Kojin. The pack full of young zōjin shouted their opinions in regard to the King's story of Torture from about twenty-five years ago.

*Giggles* "You are not going to scare me, King Don Shī."

"That . . . was a scary story. My mother says that you are the king so I think that is why you are able to tell stories without being arrested."

"What a great story! To think it happened twenty-five years ago wowww!"

"Wow! I am glad you are able to survive that, your greatness."

"Ehh? I don't understand those words at all! Also, my mother told me that during her time, she was fully naked when she was serving here in the Palace Pool of Kojin. If that is true, why are all the kojin here dressed?"

The King answered with a smug,

"Well well, it is due to my story. It is your choice to believe or not as it is not my duty to convince you of these matters. Also, maintain some space away from me."

"Okay! Your Greatness." all the kojin continued to splash in a distance.

The King returned to his room after the pool of kojin washed away all of his built-up stress. Each step was shaking. Don Shī remembered those thousand-dark nights full of anguish. Stomach-twisting when his tongue no longer feels his teeth as it was pulled then plunged back in by the tormentor of the past. The King of Ogōshi opens his curtain door, looks at the mirror, walks to the balcony, observes the late morning city scenery, and then drank a circular glass of water before falling into his bed like a torn feather. As soon as his eyes began to fall asleep,

"Oh . . . what a splendid miracle. To think I have recalled this sixty-eight-year-old discussion in my mind is quite amazing. Perhaps it is the hefty rest that I am to have since this morning. I am now turning the age of eighty-two this year and apparently, it is tomorrow. Well well, this is the reason why I am here napping freely at this moment and I am being allowed to rest for at least twenty-four hours before my day of birth celebration. Although if my Non-Zōjin listeners can recall, I am aging slower than my actual age and I look forty-one without exaggeration. However, I can feel my long-running disease from the insides of my body. Perhaps I have attained most of my father's blood which is common to diseases at any age. Concluding that matter, are you still there? Can you still hear or read my thoughts? I am certain that there is no response to that but I hope you are to cherish the lessons that I have taught you in terms of the Zōjin and in terms of my Life."

King Don Shī makes his first tranquil breat—

"Message. There is a royal letter that has been sent upon you, your greatness," a voice spoke outside the King's room.

"Such nonsense load of shit. I have strictly declared that I shall rest for one day before and on the day of my birth every year."

"It is written in a sacred paper, your greatness. A sacred paper that has been extinct from a hundred years ago."

Eyes glared at the door. Don Shī stood up from his bed and allowed the message-bearer to enter his room. There he saw the rolled paper: almond in color with unusual circle patterns visible to the naked eye. The King released an order,

"Read its written message."