Tale of a Man who was reincarnated into another world as the son of a Saint but his birth was hated by everyone and he was forced to get a class that was seen as an unwanted class, Alchemist. Using his previous world's memories and his wisdom, he was struggling to survive and gained a stable life. Disclaimer: I don't have the picture on the cover

WATTYS 2016 WINNER Untouchable. Stone. Jewel - these are some of the names used for people who are born with a gemstone at the centre of their forehead. This unfortunate phenomenon cannot be detected before birth, it cannot be prevented, if a family has a Jewelled child, there is only one outcome: Before they're sixteen, they will have to leave human society forever and serve "the Zephyr". Among the Jewels there are those who have it worse. Those who sport clear diamonds on their foreheads, the Undefined. The downtrodden, the unlucky - the doomed. Cello Riles and Syianne Locke are both Undefined. On their sixteenth birthday, they each leave their homes and travel across the country to the Zephyr, attempting to go into service. Though aside from the place, or thing, that will take them from human society forever - what IS the Zephyr? There are only questions promised, only shadowy riddles guaranteed. Yet faced with no other choice they must venture forth and plunge into the unknown - the Zephyr. [A big thanks to @stpolishook for being a wonderful friend and helping me figure out how to write a better synopsis] COVER BY Abyss-of-Crazy

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Everything was going perfectly after the war was over. However, one day, when a son of Morpheus came to camp, Percy's perfect world started to crumble. He was once known as the leader of camp and Savior of Olympus. However, after much influence from this new demigod, he was known as the selfish jerk of the camp who abused his status and powers to torment the other campers just to give him a laugh. Driven out of camp, Percy searched for a new life while trying to come to terms of his friends' betrayal. He searched and searched until he read of the many worlds outside of Earth and knew then that was where he was going to search for his new life. Hey Guys! This is going to be my Chaos fan fiction. It's going to start out similar to other Chaos stories with the betrayal stuff but I want to focus more on Percy's life before he is sent back to Earth and basically how he becomes the most powerful bad ass in the history of the universe.

They're gone. The gods always known that the children of the Big Three were liabilities. They were dangerously powerful and extremely decisive. And now two of them have gone AWOL. Zeus is panicking, as is Poseidon. Hades isn't as concerned, since his son wasn't one of the disappeared demigods. But Nico does have to stop the other two, along with Thalia. The two no one ever thought would ever go bad. But they did. And now everyone has to suffer the consequences. Percy and Jason have gone dark. *****THERE ARE VERY GRAPHIC SCENES AND SEVERAL TRIGGERING TOPICS SUCH AS SUICIDE IN THIS FANFICTION! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED!***** ***ALSO I DO NOT OWN THE PJO/HoO FRANCHISES! A FEW CHARACTERS ARE MINE AND THAT'S IT***

They thought they were capturing him. His family thought he was dead. None of them realized he was safer in the hands of an enemy rather than his own fathers. Verbal and physical abuse was normal in his life, and getting used to having your father hate you is hard, but must be done in order to live. Being captured by an enemy is on nobody's to do list, but yet it happens with no warning, this young pups life is changed forever. For better or worst you can decide. I do NOT own Percy Jackson or any of the other characters. Rick Riordan does!!

Follow the famous Perseus Jackson, Primordial God of Dimensions, Elements, Time, Weapons, Creation, Darkness and Shadows. He is the King of Oblivion and Patron of Heroes. Follow him as he leads you through his life from the very beginning! I don't own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does! All I own is the plot and a couple of characters.