Imbeciles! Fools! And Idiots

Music, Scribe and Dragon Babies

"Music, Scribe and Dragon Babies" Summary: Many things change for the warriors and mystics. Jia Chong is sent to hell and a divine scribe arrives in the northern sea realm. The biggest change being that Zhang Chunhua becomes the mother of three dragon hatchlings which were sent to her via courier.

-First of the dark year Jia Chong went to Hell... And now is stranded there for the foreseeable future serving Asmodeus.

-The vampire Fang Qi is returned to being human but little does she know her 'devil spawn' is actually the child of Asmodeus. The kid is with Asmodeus in Hell.

-Wei Hua Long sits in prison.

-Thanks to his sister Heilong's gladiatorial games are suspended for another thousand years.

-Thanks to the divine powers of Sakura no Hime, Kaguya and the flesh fruit allowed the resurrection former ghost Ōtani Yoshitsugu.

-Princess Kaguya still pushes Luo Heilong to find his father.

- So now the first eighteen chapters are just dumb shit this insane fanfiction author wrote  and matter little to the current story.

Heilong walked into his grand library. A football field of books and stacks of books. He looked at his desk only to see a pale woman wearing ancient Egyptian clothing and a leopard skin dress. She was writing on a scribe in super human speed. He had a hard time following with his eyes. Beside her was Yoshitsugu Ōtani and Kanbei Kuroda who read books on mystics, magic, and advanced battle tactics sitting cross legged.

"Um, Who are you?" Heilong asked her.

"I am Seshat, The scribe of the mystics. I am recording everything that takes place here and in the universe." The goddess never took her eyes off the papyrus scroll.

"You are recording everything I do? Why?"

"History no matter how trivial needs to be recorded." Her quill moved faster than her mouth.

Heilong sighed and had no choice but to accept. He turned to Yoshitsugu who was composed and reading scripture Egyptian writing. Whereas Kanbei read simply a divine guide to tea ceremony. Mystics were afterall the masters of mortal craft.

"How in the nine hells can you read hieroglyphics? Ōtani?" He asked the ghostly strategist.

"Mystic writing done by the divine scribes can magically translate into the language the reader is most proficient in. I am reading a divine magic tome by Isis in Japanese." Yoshitsugu replied to the imbecile god.

"Ooh, Yes, That's right... I never noticed..." Heilong had to say, "Don't you think too much knowledge is..."

"We need to adapt and prepare for when the currents of the times threaten our resistance." Yoshitsugu replied to the king. "When the time comes you will need my knowledge," In a way Heilong vaguely reminded him of Mitsunari.

"Oh, I see... So I do have my own strategist, Afterall!" He remarked walking along.

After Heilong left to do whatever. Someone else came and bothered Yoshitsugu, "ŌTANI! What ya reading?" It was Li Xian Long. A petite girl of dragon lineage and Heilong's youngest sibling. She was like a little sister to everyone. Yoshitsugu ignored her and kept on reading the magic tome. She sung in his ear "Come play tag with me!" and he did not reply, offering strawberry cheesecake still no response, sitting in his lap triggered nothing as well. At last the dragon princess knew exactly how to get him to talk to her. She swiped away his face covering and flew away with it through the circular ceiling window in her small azure dragon form. He spoke passively, "If it must be that way,"

Yoshitsugu used his magic and disappeared. The unhindered Kanbei commented briefly, "Hmph, Children..." For the rest of the day he was bothered by the ghosts of Hanbei and Takakage. Who sat around doing pangu-knows-what in his office...