What if you are born as a devil?
Will you do what devils do?



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Collection of fantasy short adult stories.

Collection of fantasy short adult stories, published on Webnovel.

Every story would be very short containing few chapters. Warning  story would contain adult stuff, if you are not interested please don't read

[Monday, Night]

When you've spent a year, studying your ass off, you'll often find a large pile of paper and textbooks. You aren't going to use them, so why not burn them? Obviously, this is a stupid plan. It is possible you may have to resit an exam, so premature burning is never a way to go. Plus fire safety is important and an adult should always be present.
But the sight of a large warm pool of fire, dancing around the night sky, was a bonding experience for most.
"It looks pretty," Sean said
"It sure does," Ethan replied.
Owen, Sean and Ethan, joined together to celebrate the end of their exams. They stood in front of the bonfire that raged loudly.

"What do we do now?" Ethan asked but received no reply. The others were too busy looking into the world around them, the flames that tried to rival the stars in the clear sky. 
"Oi, stop daydreaming," Ethan said kicking Owen whilst he was staring at the sky.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"You seemed out of it, so I thought hitting you would help."
"I'm just thinking," Owen said.
"What about?" Sean asked.
"Hmmm, just things."
"What things?" They both said in unison, only to get annoyed at each other for being in sync.
"I can't stop thinking about the exams," Owen said.
"Thinking about it now won't change anything," Ethan said. "It's over now, all we can do is wait."

The three of them looked back into the fire and threw some more books in to keep it alight. Each book they picked up reminded them of previous times.
"Hey, Owen? Do you remember this?" Ethan called out handing him some old and wrinkled paper.
"Dancing within the shadows. This was our Christmas performance. To think you originally confessed to her back then, it was rather strange when she straight up forgot it ever happened."
"Yeah, yeah, don't remind me," Ethan said snatching the papers back. "I think we've made progress."
"I'm sure you've made more progress than you think," Owen said.
"It's kinda sad when you look back on it all," Sean said. "All the stuff we've been through in year 7. They say time flies when you're having fun."
"Yeah, well… I didn't have fun for all of it." Owen said.
"Me neither," Ethan added.

The fire began to dim as the last of the paper was added. All their books from all the subjects they studied over the years were turned to ash in front of them.
"What's the plan for next year?" Sean asked.
"Hmmm. Who knows." Ethan said. "I'd like to go to the Sixth form at our current school."
"Me too," Owen said. "I hope we can all get in."

Most secondary schools have a sixth form which is the next step in education. They are also referred to as year 12 and year 13, they are the final step before heading into university. 
It's not easy to get into Sixth form, and it was a worry for most, including these three.
"Do you think we'll get in?" Owen asked.
"I hope so," Ethan said.

"Ah!" Sean screamed. "The fire is going out and we have on more fuel." 
"I didn't realise how long we had been here for. I guess Sean was right." Ethan said.
"Quick, guys. Come up here," said Sean. "There is something I want to do."
The three of them stood in front of the dimming fire, facing one another. The light from the fire lit up their faces, illuminating the unease that was in their eyes about the future.
"We first met in year 7," Sean said. "And we've been friends ever since. So no matter where we end up in September, we will always stay friends. Even 50 years from now, we will always be there for each other!"
Sean finished his speech and held out his hand for the others to fist bump, they were shocked at first as anyone would be but Ethan quickly added his hand and both of them looked towards Owen.
"Well…" he began to speak. "50 years does seem like a long time."
"Oh stop being so depressing," Ethan said. "Come on. We've been through the worst so what could possibly break up this fine trio?"
Owen looked at the two of them and smirked before putting his hand in. 
The three of them watched as the fire dimmed, and shared a few stories from their past, before leaving and taking a picture to remember the moment they shared. Stories of their experiences together. Memories of moments filled with anger. Stories of how they met. Stories which can be told another time.

School can either be the best time of your life or the worst. Either you are going to spend it being super popular and talk to tons of good looking people, or you will just be stuck at the bottom of the barrel with everyone else.

The last few years of your school experience are the most important, who knows what will happen. Will you find love? Will you fight your friends? Will that girl you've had a crush on since the beginning finally remember your name and stop talking about her ex? Well if you want answers to any of these then look somewhere else, because these guys don't really know what they are doing with themselves.

Stuck in-between "really socially awkward" and "we have some female friends so are we cool yet?" these three British teens experience their last years of school just like everyone else. With extreme anxiety, awkward conversations, stressful exams and the hope that maybe they'll get a girlfriend. These three just seem to be enjoying it while they can.


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I just write this for fun so don't expect something amazing.

You'll probably find spelling mistakes in some chapters but that's part of life.


Tuesday, July 2nd
Patrick ran down the hallway. Footsteps pounded closer, followed by an evil hiss. He dodged into the nearest room, only it was the nursery again. No! Then he spied the secret door in the back wall. Like Claudius', there was a tunnel that ran down, down, down to a large, wet room. He splashed through the water but stopped short when he reached the plastic box. Someone was in it and he drew away. The body turned and slammed against the side. He could see his brother, withered and bloodless.
Patrick jumped backwards and tripped. He landed in the water with a splash. Only, it wasn't water, but blood. Gallons and gallons of it. He tried to stand, but the blood thickened, congealing into something like cement. Then he heard the chirpy, cheerful voice.
"Are you all right?"
The vampire child stood ankle deep in the cement-like blood, a fanged smile on his face.
"Bethina, you better get someone."
Patrick opened his eyes to discover he was sprawled on the floor, tangled in blankets. Alexander stood over him, concern on his tiny pointed face. Behind him lurked the blonde girl, wearing a knee length dress. He still wasn't sure how old she was, but from the shape of her hips and her small pointed breasts, she was too old to see him sprawled in his underwear.
He tried to cover himself with the blankets and Alexander barked, "Wait. I think he's awake. Are you all right?"
Like an overeager puppy, Bethina bounced back to Alexander's side. Her eyes ran over Patrick's exposed body, but there was no lust in them, only the acceptance of a child. 
She obviously wasn't "right".
Patrick flopped back to the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I'm fine," he lied. "What are you doing?"
"We came to see if you wanted to play. Mother said no, but Aunt Torina said it was all right, and she's an adult, too. So, would you like to play?"
The ceiling was painted white and there was the faint outline of an old water spot. It looks kind of like a giraffe. Patrick rolled his head to one side to see the empty bottles still hiding under the bed. He was out of booze, he was damn near out of pills, there was no TV, he had no friends, and his phone was dead. His only hope for entertainment was to play with a pair of vampire children whose bloodthirsty parents wanted to kill him. Lying there, staring at the almost-giraffe on the ceiling sounded like a safer way to spend the day. A smarter way. When in the hell did I ever do the smart thing?
"Yeah, sure." The children broke into broad smiles. "But I gotta get dressed first."
The pair hurried out the door and Patrick put on his last set of clean clothes. A quick trip to the bathroom, and he was as presentable as he could be.
The kids were in the hallway, hiding giggles behind their hands. Patrick cocked an inquisitive eyebrow and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Are your parents going to kill me for talking to you or something?"
"No," Alexander assured him. "I heard them talking last night and Father made Mother swear she wouldn't drink from you again, or have anyone else do it, so there's nothing to worry about. What do you want to play?" His small face wrinkled in thought. "Escape looked like fun, but I think Mother would get mad."
"Uh, yeah, not a good idea." Patrick leaned against the doorjamb and counted the ways he could die. There were so many, it was almost a game itself.
"Oh!" Alexander's eyes lit up and his voice dropped. "Did you know Father has a prisoner in the cellar?"
"Does he?" Patrick hoped they were talking about Arowenia and not someone else.
Alexander nodded excitedly. "Come on, we'll show you." He grabbed Bethina's hand and tugged her after him. Patrick hesitated, then followed. He might as well find out what the hell was going on around there.
They took the back stairs and wound through the house to a heavy door, and into the cellar. The subterranean room was large, with two tidy rows of coffins and an overhead light.
"This is where we usually sleep," Alexander explained. "After you came, Mother moved us upstairs into my room. Now that we know you're not really scary, I hope she lets us come back. I don't like being there alone while everyone else is here. Though Mother says I used to sleep up there a long time ago, I don't remember it and," his voice dropped to a whisper, "it's kind of spooky."
Patrick felt like he was in a rerun of the Addams Family. As if sleeping in a bedroom was spookier than a cellar?
Bethina tugged on the boy's arm and pointed deeper into the room. Alexander nodded excitedly. "Come on, we'll show you the prisoner."
Alexander stopped before the back wall and pressed a series of bricks. Something clicked and a section of the wall slid aside to reveal a hidden room the size of a small closet. 
My God, what is it with vampires and secret rooms?
Heaped inside on the floor, in a pile of dirty peach silk and messy blonde hair, was Arowenia. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her large blue eyes gazed defiantly over her gag.
Patrick crouched down and met her angry stare. He tensed and waited for her to make a move. If she wanted to escape this was her chance. Though she looked young and fragile, she was a centuries old vampire and had only a human, a child, and a. whatever Bethina was, to overcome. Arowenia could probably take them, even with her hands behind her back, then race up the stairs, and out the door before they'd recovered.
She only stared.
"See?" Alexander whispered. He nudged her with his foot. "I caught Margaret feeding her the other night. They make her drink it cold out of a glass." His nose wrinkled at the thought. "I think she might be a princess." He turned to Patrick. "What do you think?"
Patrick nodded absently, his attention on the prisoner. He wanted to say something profound, but he couldn't think of anything. "I'm sorry." At least Michael's not here.
"Why are you sorry?" Alexander crouched down next to him and poked Arowenia's foot. "Maybe we should ask her who she is?"
"She's gagged, so she can't talk." Or scream.
"We could ungag her. Or do you think Father would get angry?" Patrick nodded and Alexander slumped. "What else do people do with prisoners besides question them?"
"They torture them." The words were barely out of his mouth before he wanted to snatch them back.
"Hmmm. Do you know how to do that?" Patrick shook his head and Alexander shrugged. "I think it means to poke them." He pulled an old fashioned sling shot from his pocket and prodded Arowenia's foot with the handle. She glared and pulled away. He poked her again, then sat back on his haunches. "If she's a princess then this must be a dungeon. And that makes us the guards." He grinned at the new title, then imitated the voice of a gruff adult. "Guards! You must make sure the prisoner does not escape! You!" He pointed to Bethina. "It is your job to torture the prisoner." He handed her the sling shot. "You!" He jabbed his finger toward Patrick. "Guard the stairs! And I will make the dungeon rounds! No arguing!"
Alexander stood and started walking a circle around the cellar. Bethina took her place in front of the secret room, sitting cross legged on the floor. She tilted her head to one side, studied Arowenia, then broke into a strange smile and poked her.
Patrick knew he should intervene, but his head hurt too much. He needed a drink and something to eat. Mainly he needed some peace. He gave Arowenia a last sorrowful look, then moved to the stairs and his "guard duty".
Alexander walked around the basement several times, brandishing an imaginary sword and shouting about invaders and rescuing knights. Bethina occasionally poked the prisoner, and Patrick sat on the bottom step and smoked. 
Bored, Alexander finally flopped at his feet. "Do you know any stories?"
Patrick choked on the smoke. "Like kid stories? Not really."
"I bet you could make one up. Bethina, shut the door and come here." The child-woman did as he instructed. Patrick had a momentary glimpse of Arowenia's aggravated face before the door concealed her. He felt another wave of guilt, though he wasn't sure for what in particular. Maybe for everything.
Bethina took a seat next to Alexander and they peered at him expectantly, as if he was some kind of God who was going to bless them. It was an unusual and uncomfortable feeling. 
The cigarette seemed wrong in front of the kids, so he ground it out against the side of the stairs. "Right. A story. Once upon a time" They all start with that, right? "there was this guy. He wasn't a bad guy, but he wasn't a good guy either. Mostly he was just confused. This guy had a little brother, and one day the brother ran away and joined up with an evil army. But after a while he got tired of the evil army and wanted to escape."
The words tripped from his mouth and the children listened with keen interest. Patrick's mother became a worried queen, Jorick was a cowboy knight with a six-shooter, and Katelina was a foreign princess. The only trouble was he didn't know the end.
"Then what happened?" Alexander asked.
"Um. I guess they lived happily ever after." Though it's more likely the poor guy gets killed by a monster. 
Alexander pondered. "I like that story. Do Guy and the Princess get married?"
The idea was startling. "Maybe."
Alexander leaned back on his arms and kicked his legs out in front of him. "If they're in love, they're supposed to get married. That's how all the stories go. Are you married?"
Patrick coughed. "No. No, I'm not."
"That's probably good. Your wife would miss you while you're here. Mother always misses father when he's away, though she tries to pretend she doesn't. Do you have a belle?"
The cigarettes were calling, and despite the child's big eyes Patrick lit another one. "A what?"
"A belle. Someone you're courting? Someone you might marry someday."
"Oh, you mean a girlfriend. Yeah. Well, no. Kind of." He rubbed his forehead. "It's kind of weird. There's a woman that I. I really like her a lot. We hang out sometimes, but I don't think she knows how much I like her."
Alexander took his sling shot back from Bethina. "You should tell her. Maybe she likes you too."
"Maybe." Even when all the vampire shit was behind him, he still didn't know how to tell her, especially not after he'd made such a big deal about not having a relationship.
"You could save her from a dragon," Alexander suggested. "Or from a monster. That always works in the stories."
A monster. 
Like a vampire, maybe? Patrick shuddered. He hoped to God no one ever had to save her from one of those.




Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. 
In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. 

The prequel to the Amaranthine series tells the story of Patrick and Michael, how they got tangled into Claudius' web, and their valiant fight to escape.

When Patrick's missing brother returns, he brings a world of darkness. Turned into a vampire against his will, Michael is the coven's whipping boy. When Patrick tries to help, he's claimed as a slave who spends his weekends preparing victims, scooping ashes, and falling prey to the vampires' twisted desires.

There's only so much hell he can take. When vampires from a warring coven offer sanctuary in exchange for cooperation, Patrick agrees. What he thought would be a few months drags into a long smear of nightmares and, though he fights for hope and freedom, the cost of victory may be more than he bargained for.


Zhao Yao looked at the distant Wheatley, who had a Level 28 indicator above her head. He pondered hard.
The space in front of him rippled and he saw the Dimension Portal, which only he could see, appeared before him.
"Once a cat reincarnates as a small girl, the body takes the form of a small girl. The feelings, taste and touch are different from a cat's. After some time, preferences change but some habits stay." Zhao Yao got Matcha behind the portal and said, "Help me check what a small girl likes."
Zhao Yao clenched his fists. "This is frustrating. I don't know what a small girl likes."
Wheatley sat on her throne and propped up her feet.
Perhaps she retained her cat's habits, she wore very little clothing. She wrapped her important areas with shredded cloth. Her legs, hands, collarbone, stomach, which were wheat colored, were exposed.
Wheatley pouted her lips as she said, "None of them look fun."
A golden-haired youth standing by Wheatley said, "Lord Wheatley, let them showcase their skills learnt in the Cat Slave Hall. See which one's more outstanding. They are all apprentices, if all are sent into the palace, some may not be suitable."
"Meow?" Wheatley's eyes rolled and said, "Didn't they learn about combing fur, preparing catmeal and training? What's there to see?"
Wheatley swung her fair leg and looked at the cat slaves as she said, "I've heard all the recent stories of the palace. I'd like to listen to new stories. Everyone will tell me a new story. If you're good, you'll stay. Otherwise you'll go back and continue the apprenticeship."
"Storytelling?"
Everyone was stunned and puzzled.
The golden-haired man said, "Are you defying Lord Wheatley? If she wants storytelling, you'll tell good stories." He pointed at Blue Moon in the first row and said, "You'll be first."
"Me?" Blue Moon looked at Wheatley's curious pupils and a strong dominant feeling engulfed him.
Blue Moon was unprepared and cold sweat dripped down his head. Finally, he said, "Long, long time ago, a courageous cat slave called Black Smoke served a cat called Ka Ka. One day, Ka Ka was captured by a huge evil cat, Black Smoke decided to rescue Ka Ka…"
Wheatley opened his mouth and yawned, "Boring story, next."
Blue Moon looked glum and stopped. Another apprentice beside Blue Moon was pointed out by Wheatley and he said, "Long… long time ago, there was a mountain with lots of people. They hunted… hunted daily for a living…"
Wheatley frowned at the cat slave who was tongue-tied and said, "Next."
The apprentices in the Frosted Teeth City had been training since young to be a qualified cat slave. They trained diligently every day so they had no time for storytelling.
Wheatley was getting impatient while the cat slaves were getting more disappointed. It was finally Zhao Yao's turn.
Zhao Yao walked out confidently. He had thought of a story while other cat slaves were telling their stories.
"Five hundred years ago, 100 thousand meters above Satol, in a cold dark end of the sky, nine corpses that were 1000 feet each dragged a green bronze coffin in the air. This was the Nine Cats' Coffin Drag…"
"On this day, in the northern part of Satol, a cat called Jojo was training his superpower diligently.
Three years ago, Jojo had great potential and was of a premium grey cat breed. On a strange night, he became the lowest level orange cat.
While training, he could not resist looking at the direction of the great hall. On that day, the beautiful Lizzie looked for him to break their engagement…"
As Zhao Yao told his story in an animated way, a story about the orange cat Jojo came to life before the crowd.
After Jojo became an orange cat, he was humiliated. Then he increased his power step by step and obtained the respect of other cats. He expanded his territory and gained dominance. Wheatley's eyes glimmered with interest.
When the orange cat Jojo fell off the cliff and met an old white cat, Zhao Yao stopped abruptly.
Wheatley asked anxiously, "Why did you stop? Continue immediately."
Zhao Yao said helplessly, "I can't think of what comes next."
Wheatley was surprised. "The story you told just now, did you just think of it?"
Zhao Yao nodded and said, "Yes, I like to listen to stories and I've tried writing some too. I haven't finished this story. You have to wait if you want to hear more."
Wheatley frowned and shook her leg impatiently. "How long do I need to wait?"
"I can think of a bit everyday. I'll tell you a small part each day."
Wheatley's eyes lit up. "Good! From now on, you'll stay in my palace and tell me stories daily."
The other apprentices looked astonished at Zhao Yao. Their gazes were full of jealousy and envy.
Zhao Yao nodded with satisfaction and looked at the Dimension Portal at the side. Matcha stood behind the portal and raised his cell phone to flip the novel for Zhao Yao.
Zhao Yao was reading the novel on the phone while improvising and adding more cat roles to attract Wheatley into the story.
He thought, "It's good that I read a lot of books. I'm able to use them at a critical time."
Black Dune asked, "Lord Wheatley, what shall we do for the rest of the apprentices?"
Wheatley looked impatiently at them and said, "Let them prepare meals, clean feces and do general cleaning."
Black Dune lowered his head and said, "Yes, my Lord."
Wheatley smiled merrily and walked to Zhao Yao. She stuck out her tongue and wanted to lick Zhao Yao. She said, "From now on, I'll protect you."
The golden-haired youth hurried over and stopped Wheatley. "Lord Wheatley! You can't lick others! There's bacteria, you'll be sick."
Wheatley retrieved her tongue reluctantly and licked the corners of her lips. She pretended to be an adult and patted Zhao Yao's shoulders as she said, "Work well and I'll feed you. You'll eat what I eat. Be obedient."
The golden-haired youth, who was the cat slave supervisor, gazed at the little hand on Zhao Yao's shoulders and frowned.
Other apprentices were getting more jealous of Zhao Yao. They suffered for many years and had started from the bottom with common jobs. Guang Yu was only an apprentice for a short while and his potential was bad but he was favored by Lord Wheatley for his storytelling skills.
"Yes." Wheatley looked at Zhao Yao and said, "Are you able to accept my power? Then you can tell me stories any time."
Wheatley tip-toed and extended her hand towards Zhao Yao's chest as she wanted to lend her superpower to Zhao Yao.


"Let go of that kitty cat!"

A shooting star whizzed through the sky, causing countless super powers to appear on Earth.

However, the main characters that awaken during this phenomenon aren't humans, but cats...

During this event, this same thought appeared in the minds of countless cats: "Am I a god?"

Zhao Yao, an ordinary human, is the only person that can control these super cats.

Zhao Yao: "Am I a god?"

………………

TL's Intro：

Zhao Yao, the protagonist of the story, is the most ordinary man you could possibly imagine. Since graduating from college, he had been engulfed by his bureaucratic workplace and its toxic environment. To make things worse, he has neither a car, money nor a girlfriend. The only silver lining was his fat and lazy cat, Matcha, which provided a semblance of company and friendship.

However, things were about to change drastically for Zhao Yao and Matcha. One shooting star will transform their lives into anything but ordinary.

Leng'Er: "..."
"Mm this story tells us that we shouldn't sit for too long at the same place, otherwise we might develop hemorrhoids," Ling Chen said earnestly.
"What… are haemorrhoids?" Leng'Er asked with a confused look.
"Haemorrhoids are… hmm… ah… they're not good. Leng'Er will know after she grows up," Ling Chen said helplessly while scratching his head. "Alright, forget about that one. I'll tell you a different fable. This one's called… The Old Man Who Moved A Mountain!
"The story goes like this: there was a man named Yu Gong. There were 2 large mountains in front of his house, making it so that his house never had any sunlight. As such, he started moving rocks every day to move those 2 mountains away. An old man called Zhi Sou laughed at him and said, 'You idiot, these 2 mountains are too big. You'll never be able to finish moving them.' In response, Yu Gong said, 'After I die, there's still my son, and after my son, there's still my grandson. I'll have an innumerable number of descendants, who will one day move the 2 mountains away.' This matter was spread quite far away until the Emperor of Heaven heard it. The Emperor of Heaven was very touched, so he sent Sola Aoi, Sakura Ria, Yui Hatano, Hime Kamiya, Maria Ozawa, Azusa Yamamoto, Yui Seto… and other 'goddesses' to help Yu Gong give birth to descendants… the next day, the old man Zhi Sou also started to move rocks…"
Leng'Er: "??????"
"This fable tells us that no matter what we do, we should be determined and resolute. Only by being determined will we have victory and hope, as well as the love of goddesses," Ling Chen said in a deep tone.
Leng'Er still looked incredibly confused, and she said in a small voice, "Those goddesses… all have such strange names… why did they help Yu Gong have descendants?"
"Err… this… that…" Ling Chen sighed. It seemed that this fable was still too deep and wasn't understandable by kids. It seemed that he couldn't keep reading that book of fable stories. Wait, that book of fable stories seemed to be called… 'Adult Fables'. He should probably throw it away as soon as he got home.
"Leng'Er will also need to grow up to understand that one," Ling Chen said in a complicated tone.
"Fable stories aren't fun at all." Leng'Er shook her head in dissatisfaction. "I don't want to listen to fables anymore. Can master tell me a better story?"
A better story… A better story… Ling Chen gripped his hair as he gnashed his teeth. He had spent his younger years in a dim world, and he didn't know many stories. He had already told her all the ones he knew about. The book he read most recently was the 'Adult Fables', and he had enjoyed it immensely. However, now that he thought about it, it wasn't very suitable for kids.
Ling Chen's eyes suddenly lit up as he smiled at Leng'Er. "Alright, I won't tell Leng'Er anymore fable stories then. How about an 'epic���?"
"An… epic?"
"That's right. They're usually quite long, and they take a few days to be told. They're much better than stories that are told very quickly," Ling Chen said confidently as he patted his chest. "This story is called 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'. I'm sure Leng'Er will like this story."
In his younger years, Ling Chen did not have any close relatives, and all of the stories that Ling Chen knew were from Xuanyuan Dia Wu. The Romance of the Three Kingdoms was the first epic that Xuanyuan Dia Wu had told Ling Chen. Although she was quite young at the time, she was incredibly intelligent and had a shocking memory. She told the entirety of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms to Ling Chen perfectly. That story, full of its ups and downs, moving moments, and intense scenes and grandeur, was firmly imprinted in Ling Chen's mind, and he could now even remember every character and event.
It would take him quite a long period of time to tell Leng'Er the entire story.
Leng'Er lightly nodded and came closer to Ling Chen. Her snow-white hands were hugging the doll in front of her chest, and her face rested against the doll as she silently listened to Ling Chen talk.
"This is how the story began. A long time ago, there was a dynasty called the Eastern Han Dynasty. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a useless emperor called Emperor Ling of Han, who caused the Yellow Turban Rebellion, sending the country into chaos…"
1 day passed…
2 days passed…
3 days passed…
The distance between the place Ling Chen was first transported to in the Underworld and the Underworld Royal City was 500 to 600 kilometres. With Snow Cherry's Movement Speed and the fact that they could avoid all of the Undead on the ground, they should have arrived within 2 days. However, because the light in the Underworld was quite dim and the ground was covered by a grey fog, it made it difficult to navigate and greatly reduced their speed. Moreover, after Ling Chen started telling Leng'Er the story of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, she was completely hooked, and she would ask him to continue telling her the story whenever he logged on. If he stopped for even a bit, she would pout, looking incredibly wronged… as such, Ling Chen would spend almost all of his time telling the story to her. Often, he would lose himself in the story-telling, and when he came back to his senses and called out Xiao Hui to point out the way, he would find out that they had been off by 90 degrees or so and sometimes have to completely turn around!
Under these circumstances, Ling Chen finally reached the Underworld's central region after 3 days, and he went closer and closer to the Underworld Royal City.
As Ling Chen flew from the north-east to the centre of the Underworld, Ling Chen felt that the more towards the south-west they flew, they hotter it became. In the north-east, the air was quite cold and sinister, but here the air felt slightly hot. What made Ling Chen quite confused was that Undead didn't normally like 'hot' environments. Ling Chen looked towards the west and found that the sky towards the west was covered with a faint red glow. Although it was mostly covered by the deathly grey aura of the Underworld, Ling Chen's eyes were perceptive enough to pick up on it.
However, the confusion within Ling Chen's heart did not affect his storytelling. "After Zhao Zi Long battled ruthlessly in the Battle of Changban, he successfully broke through the encirclement with fatty Liu. When he reached the bridge, he ran into Zhang Yi De, who yelled out, 'Zi Long, hurry and go! Leave the rest to me'… after Zhao Zi Long safely left, Zhang Yi De mightily stood in front of the bridge, facing Cao Cao's million-man army by himself. When Cao Cao's army came to the bridge, Zhang Yi De wielded his viper halberd as he roared, 'Yan Country's Zhang Fei is here. Who dares to come and fight to the death?' His voice was as loud as thunder, causing the wooden bridge to crumble and the water to flow the opposite way. Cao Cao was so scared that he turned and ran, while Xiahou Jie was so scared that he fell off his horse and died. The million-man army subsequently turned around and fled in terror…"
Ling Chen's narrative paused there because he saw a gigantic figure giving off immense pressure through the grey fog.
The Underworld Royal City!
Ling Chen's mind instantly felt refreshed. After travelling for 2 and a half days, he had finally reached the central city of the Underworld. Reaching this place meant that he was incredibly close to his final destination: The Underworld Blood Lake!
"And then… And then…" Leng'Er, who was left at a cliff-hanger, wasn't happy that Ling Chen had suddenly stopped, and she shook his arm as she tried to get him to continue.
Now that they were so close to the Underworld Royal City, Ling Chen was no longer in the mood to tell Leng'Er stories, so he casually finished, "Then… Then because Zhang Yi De purposefully destroyed public property, he was restrained by the public security bureau. Mm, that's the end of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. It was good, right? Ahhh… Leng'Er, look, there's a city over there!"
Leng'Er's eyes instantly started becoming red.
Ling Chen hurriedly waved his hands as he tried to salvage the situation, "Don't be angry, Leng'Er, don't be angry. I was just joking just then… there's still a lot left of the story, and the ending definitely wasn't like that. I'll keep telling Leng'Er the story tomorrow, okay? We need to do something important today."
However, Leng'Er was quite obedient and well-behaved. She didn't continue nagging Ling Chen to tell her the story, but she instead turned and looked towards the Underworld Royal City. While silent, her dark eyes started to become hazy.
She felt that within her half-spirit body something started to jump and beat.
The Underworld Royal City was the Underworld's central city, similar to the Forgotten Continent's Forgotten City. However, although it was the central city, the Underworld Royal City was also quite rundown and didn't have the splendour of a capital city. Instead, it only gave a feeling of gloominess and suppression. Standing quite far away from the entrance, Ling Chen saw Undead Warriors standing guard. The Underworld was a secret place in the Mystic Moon world, and it wasn't somewhere players could casually go. He had only been able to easily enter because of Leng'Er.
Since he had come, he should at least take a look around the Underworld Royal City – perhaps he could receive some sort of hidden quest and get something that he couldn't obtain in the outside world. However, the Underworld Royal City was where the high-level Undead gathered. They all had powerful Undead energy and intelligence that was no less inferior than normal humans. Ling Chen was a player, and while his aura of life would not be detected in low-level places, this was the Royal City filled with high-level Undead, so Ling Chen wasn't completely confident that he wouldn't be discovered.
Once it was discovered that he was a living human, the consequences were easily imaginable.
After thinking about it for a while, Ling Chen ultimately decided to pass on entering the Underworld Royal City and took to the skies once again, flying towards the Underworld Blood Lake… his goal was to go to the Underworld Blood Lake to find an Orb, not to adventure around. It was better safe than sorry.
The Underworld Blood Lake was north of the Underworld Royal City, and it was less than 10 kilometres away from the Underworld Royal City's northern gate. However, Ling Chen had no idea just what the Underworld Blood Lake looked like. As such, Ling Chen could only fly slowly and look down, searching for the Underworld Blood Lake.
As he flew further and further from the Underworld Royal City, there were less and less Undead. After about 15 minutes, a single high-level Undead Warrior unhurriedly walked past below Ling Chen. Ling Chen's eyebrows jumped as he quickly descended and landed in front of the Undead Warrior, giving him a big fright. The Undead Warrior subconsciously leapt back, and at that moment, Ling Chen's eyes flashed, activating a [Deity Curse].
"Ding… the Libra Orb's effects have been activated, [Deity Curse]'s cooldown time has been reset."

The capital was named as Jeras City since the time Prince Jeras Uriel ascended the throne as a King.
Entering the city cost them a toll of 10 Purple Coins each, but none of them were poor, so they easily paid off the toll.
As they saw the buildings, Davis nodded his head in satisfaction.
Unlike the towns which had roads that were not clean, the roads here were built to showcase their wealth and grandeur.
In terms of looks, it was not any worse than the modern roads in the third layer; Planet Earth.
The road was wide enough for about six carriages to pass through side by side at the same time. On each side of the road were lanterns that would burn brightly at the night, illuminating the city.
The buildings were at least three stories high with the tallest being nine stories high.
Numerous Magical Beasts were used as mounts and even pets, but the latter was rare.
Davis looked at the sight with admiration. It was entirely different from what he had expected, it was filled with a cultural significance and even some form of resemblance to civility as almost everyone was dressed courteously.
Of course, he knew better that the clothes don't make up the character in most cases.
After crossing the second layer to the first layer, it was the first time he was reminded of the brightly lit streets of the modern world.
There were no peddlers or street vendors in his line of view but only shops which were visible on the ground floor of some buildings.
Lucas then said that he had already visited this place once and opted to show them around the place before heading to the Cloud Spring Mercenaries Branch.
When they finally finished sightseeing around the city for a whole afternoon, they headed to their Cloud Spring Mercenaries Branch.
Once they reached the Cloud Spring Mercenaries Branch building, they easily entered and submitted their mission without facing any difficulties.
The building itself was a nine-story building with plenty of empty rooms for them to stay.
And because Lucas and Lucia were present, the Branch Manager present gifted them two VIP rooms on the 9th floor to stay. After all, who wouldn't want to give face to the Leader's descendants? If not, they would be courting death.
Many mercenaries felt jealous and envious of Davis because they had thought that he had gotten in the good books of the Lucas and Lucia.
Lucas and Lucia settled down in a single room and politely handed over the key of the other VIP room to Davis.
Davis didn't stand on ceremony and gladly accepted their goodwill.
...
After Davis entered his room, the first thing he did was take a bath.
The bath was only wide as a small pond.
He slowly removed his clothes and stepped into the warm water.
"Hmm? The water is imbued with heaven and earth energy... As expected of a VIP room..." Davis slowly moaned as he could literally feel the stress and tiredness washing away from his body.
He pleasantly closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of relief which caused him to take a deep breath of the unique aroma of the water.
Softly laying in the pond, Davis started recollecting the past.
He looked at the slowly setting sun in the west through the window and couldn't understand how a sun could exist in this place.
He was almost sure that in the second layer, the Sun and Moon existed and were able to shine in the Grand Sea Continent because the continent was flat.
Then what about the third layer? Was it also flat? Was the Sun in the third layer so big that it cover the whole massive continent landmass?
He found his knowledge to be extremely lacking, not only in this aspect but also in everything.
Charm Arts didn't exist in the second layer according to his knowledge but it was present here and was used without being ostracized.
The Cultivation Manuals here were ranked the same except it was completely different than the ones in the second layer. He knew this because he had gone through the Cultivation Manuals robbed from Young Master Jackson.
The strong proactively controlled the weak, yet the weak continue to either bide their time so they can counter-attack or stay low till they die.
Thinking of all the people who are currently living their lives in this world, Davis smiled.
What new encounters would he have in this life?
He couldn't help but thank his previous loner-self for making the decision to believe in that fantasy-like nonsense while choosing to devote his remaining life to transmigrate.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but think what kind of life he would have lived if he hadn't known about the way to transmigrate.
Would he have spent his life in loneliness? Would he make a harem for himself and enjoy his measly remaining short time with the Death Book? Or would he marry a single person like any other normal modern man would and live his life while giving a cold shoulder to everyone else?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt thankful for coming to this world.
In such a short period of time, he was able to come out of his misery and think positively for once in a while because of someone; his mother.
If he hadn't met Claire, he would have remained cold. If he hadn't felt that he was part of her family, he would have remained extremely selfish and isolated.
Although he still retained the above traits, it was minuscule when compared to his previous life on Planet Earth.
Thinking about all this, Davis looked very refreshed as he glanced at the setting sun from the room on the ninth floor of the building.
He felt as if the dusk symbolized the loneliness he felt from the very beginning of his life, slowly growing up till he found his family, which is the dawn that eventually will rise tomorrow.
A smile eventually crept up to his face as he sank inside the pond and sat crossed leg on the surface.
His soul which was stuck in a bottleneck since the last time he broke through, displayed signs of loosening.
In his Soul Sea, the souls of the Magical Beasts that he hunted were slowly being refined by the dark-like energy before being fed to his soul.
His soul essence which was illuminated in bright light tinged with dark spots of deathly aura, slightly grew in size as time passed by.
He could very clearly hear his soul letting out shouts of joy as it devoured the refined clouds of soul essences, as if it could feel emotions of its own, but he knew that this feeling was entirely his own.
A few hours later, the smile that was still on his face was slowly replaced with a calm expression.
As he checked his soul, he verified that he had successfully stepped into the High-Level Adult Soul Stage.
"It's only been three months from the time I reached Mid-Level Adult Soul Stage, yet I broke through the next level in a frightening speed..." Davis muttered in a satisfied tone.
"You should remember who you should be thanking then..." Suddenly, a voice came with a sneer which was extremely familiar to him.


Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan!
To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book!
"What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?"
Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! 
Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time...
However, is that all?
Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation!
"Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..."
"Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..."

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Today marks my thirteenth day, and I am considered an adult in this world. After working the last three years for my father, I achieved my goal and earned enough money to join the Merchant Guild. I also developed a good relationship with Karl the merchant who picks up our crops to sell in the city. Over the last three years, Karl told me about how the Merchant Guilds operates. In our Kingdom, the main Merchant Guild is located in the capital Alia. But, there is also a guild closer in Gudon, where the Knight and Mage Academies are located. Karl also mentioned, while he is a low-ranking merchant, he'd be happy to write me a letter of recommendation. Now able to fulfill both requirements to join the Merchants Guild, the last thing I need to do was to tell my parents.
After gathering the courage, I told my parents, "Mom, Dad, now that I'm an adult, I plan to leave home and join the Merchant's Guild."
Both parents were surprised by my statement. "Son, you have an affinity with earth magic, why don't you join the Mage Academy. That would lead to a better life for you in the future. Didn't Karl tell you most merchants are small-time and work a trade route. There are very few wealthy merchants, and they have a monopoly on trade routes and goods." My father explained.
"Yes father, Karl explained to my how the Merchant's Guild operates," I wasn't happy about a few men running a cabal. In my past life, I had dealt with a few merchants who tried to monopolize an entire sector of the economy. Needless to say, I was able to brake those bastards, and I plan to do the same in my new life.
"Please son listen to your father, being a merchant is not an easy life. You'll have no guarantee source of income," my mother started to cry.
Even though I was confident in my abilities, I had 50+ years as businessman and industry leader. I felt bad seeing my mother cry. My body felt emotion and I found it difficult to upset my mother to this degree.
"Please son, listen to us, we know you have way with coin. You are better with numbers, then most merchants, and twice as cutthroat, but your parents want you to chance in life. You are son of noble house. You can become a merchant after graduating from the academies. That way, at least you have something to fall back on," my father plead.
Never have I seen my parents this passionate about a topic. I really did not want to become a mage or knight, but I also didn't want my parents to worry. My heart won out, and I agree to my parents' demand. I agreed to follow in my brothers' shadow and join the Knight Academy. However, I swore to myself I find a way graduate early and start my life as merchant.
After my agreement, my parents visibly relaxed. My mom and dad, both hugged me thanking me for compromising. C'mon, how could I disappoint these people after taking care of me and giving me a happy existence in this world.
Still, my father wanted me to come a mage, but he understood that fighting was not my desire. I told him to feel happy that my older sister was a mage and he had two son's who were knights. He found little solace in this but was happy his children were finding their own way in the world.
At the start of the next week, I left home with Karl heading to Guidon to join the Knight Academy. My father gave me the money to pay the academy fees, it was the exact amount needed to join the Mage Academy. Inwardly, I admired my father's passive aggressiveness to the very end.
To join, an academy you were required to pass a test. The first test required to you channel mana into a crystal ball. While knights did not have a lot of mana, they, did use body strengthening magic, and channeled mana into their swords. This was something I had learned when I turned 12, once my sword instructor found out I had mana, he taught me the principles of body strengthening magic and enhancing my sword with magic. These techniques promoted me to apprentice swordsman, but my growth was still slower than others. These exercises also helped me increase my Terramancer rank my 3 points. I was happy with the slow and steady approach; I had no desire to become a fighter. My plan was to learn these techniques for self-defense in case I got attacked by bandits.  He also said, since I was a Terramancer, I would be able to cover my body in rocks, or metal when I become a journeyman.  
As Karl and I left the barony in his wagon toward Guidon my screen lit up. When I looked at my stats, I noticed my rank changed.
Name: William vont Ballard
Race: Human
Rank: 0
Class:
Attributes:
Constitution—21
Strength—25
Dexterity—19
Intellect—32
Charisma—12
Ranks Skills: Management (23), Diplomacy (23), Accounting (43)
Class Skills: None
Abilities: Apprentice Swordsmanship (1,25) Novice Terramancer (3,10)
Outside of barony, I was just a noble's son, but held no aristocratic title. Hopefully, in the future I can at least become a baronet. In the last three years, my constitution, strength, dexterity, and intellect had all rise. Only, my charisma stat stayed the same. I also gained one rank skill every year, I worked as Head Accountant. Now my management, diplomacy, and accounting all ranked up 3 points. I felt confident, that I had really, worked hard these thirteen years.
The road to Guidon was peaceful and I was able to read in peace, between talking to Karl in spurts. After I found out I had a medium size mana pool, I spent a lot of time reading magic theory, magic history books. My parents were happy to them, especially my father, desperately hoping for another wizard in the family. Since mages were rare, it is rare for siblings to attend the Mage's Academy. Having two children with an affinity for magic, also brought my father prestige and honor. Although, this attention also brought with it a few grumbles as well from our neighbors.
We made it to Guidon in a week. On the road, I was able to see did not baronies, and counties. I met many merchants and spoke with them in roadside taverns. Many merchants were like me, second, third, or fourth sons of nobles looking to make a livelihood. They all agreed it was difficult work but rewarding. I was entertained with great stories of wealth and horror stories of bandits and beast. But, depending on the route or the business there was always money to be made.
What confused me the most, was the lack of trade with other humanoid territories. Our kingdom didn't trade with Beastmen, Elven, or Dwarf kingdoms. In fact, most beastmen were slaves. Elves and Dwarfs were isolated themselves away from world of men and endless wars, deciding to live peacefully amongst themselves. In fact, adventures might be killed who accidently stumbled into the beastmen, elven, and dwarf kingdoms. However, beastmen who traveled outside their kingdom were captured and sold as slaves because their strength was superior to humans.
In Guidon, I found an inn near the Knight Academy. It was 2 silvers for a room and 3 silvers for a room and dinner. I paid 3 silvers and sat down to enjoy my roast pheasant and ale. Afterwards, I collapsed in the bed and fell asleep after dinner. I knew tomorrow, I had to get up early for the Knight Academy exam.

Robert Maxwell owned a global accounting firm, was a Nobel Prize-winning economist, global economic consultant to countries around the globe, but he was dying of old age.

Robert reincarnated as William vont Ballard, the third son of Baron Richard vont Ballard. 

Unlike his siblings, William doesn't want to be a knight or wizard, instead, he wants to be a merchant and an accountant. 

However, the journey to fulfilling his new life goals continues to throw him twists and turns. Luckily, he finds time for his true passion accounting and economic consulting. 

Follow Robert on his journey to become the next Minister of Finance for the Kingdom of Fermion. 

Author's Note: I'm a new writer, so please be patient. Consider each chapter a rough draft that will be improved later. I don’t own the rights to the cover photo, please let me know if you want it removed.

Even the adult males in the room were enchanted by the tale; they would glance towards their little ones, then towards Bai Qingqing, from time to time.
Unable to withstand, Bai Qingqing continued with the story as she patted the fur of her own cubs.
The story was essentially about a female of the merfolk tribe rescuing a young male, helping the young male out of his predicament. Thereafter, the two of them lived happily ever after. This story satisfied the males' desires of having a spouse, bringing about a look of anticipation and immersion on the faces of the little ones, as well as the adult males who already had a partner.
"But aren't mermaids heavily protected by the merfolk tribe? How could she float to the water surface to rescue the young male?" The one who raised this question was an adult, so he considered things more thoroughly.
Bai Qingqing had no answers to that. It was merely a fairytale, but they seemed to be taking it for real.
"Cough, this story is purely fictional. Any similarity is merely a dream." Bai Qingqing chuckled with a hand covering her lips, then added, "Moreover, it's the sort you have during the day."
Fairytales were, after all, just fairytales. Such opportunities were too rare, and with how one-track-minded these young beastmen were, it wasn't a good thing for them to believe such stories entirely.
To be able to randomly pick up a female outside, perhaps Parker was the only one who had such luck.
Speaking of which, Parker was truly incredibly lucky. From an objective perspective, he merely went out and managed to pick up a pretty female. Although he wasn't very powerful, he had managed to emerge victorious in perilous situations time and time again, consecutively leveling up. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him legendary.
He's the perfect example of a male lead in a novel genre that focuses on leveling up, Bai Qingqing thought to herself and silently sighed with emotion.
Upon hearing these words, disappointment surfaced in the eyes of the little beastmen. On the other hand, the adult males were tickled by Bai Qingqing's humorous disclaimer.
She was both pretty and good at giving birth. Most importantly, she was thoughtful and kind, with not many spouses. Recalling the difficult-to-please spouse at home, and the open strife and veiled struggles with their bunch of love rivals, they were green with envy towards Bai Qingqing's mates.
But then, when they thought of how every single one of her spouses was the strongest of the strongest among beastmen, they came to terms with that, regardless of how envious they felt. Beastman king, they would never be able to reach that kind of height.
Although the little beastmen were disappointed, they were still very keen on Bai Qingqing's stories, and they roared and howled pleas for her to continue.
One of the adult beastman translated into human language for Bai Qingqing: "The little ones are asking you to tell the story again."
Bai Qingqing smiled and lifted one of her cubs onto her lap. As she caressed the cub, she said, "I've already finished telling the story. What's the point of repeating it?"
Roar! Roar! Roar! Violent sounds of protests instantly rang in the room.
Bai Qingqing's smile intensified. "I have many other nice stories. Don't you want to listen to new ones?"
The room full of little beastmen, including Bai Qingqing's leopard cubs, cheered in unison. Bai Qingqing pondered for a moment, then adapted another story to its beastman version and started telling it to her audience.
After she told a few stories consecutively, slightly less than half of them fell asleep while listening, but even more forced themselves to stay awake to continue listening.
Bai Qingqing didn't stop but merely made her tone more gentle and slower, like hypnosis. Several young beastmen's eyelids started getting heavier, and, after fighting to keep their eyes open a few times, they dozed off against their will.
By the time all the little beastmen fell asleep, Bai Qingqing finished telling the last story, and the gentle female voice finally stopped.
The leopard cubs instantly struggled to break free from their sleepy state and let out two roars, wanting to continue listening to the stories.
Bai Qingqing pinched the mouth of one of the leopards while sweeping her gaze over the whimpering Third. She whispered, "Be softer. The little brothers are sleeping."
Third whimpered twice to express his reluctance to comply.
Afraid the little ones would be woken up, Bai Qingqing had no choice but to say softly, "Mommy will tell you the stories when you sleep at night."


After finding herself in a beastmen world, a leopard rescues her and later abducts her. Bai Qingqing suffers quite a mental breakdown because the males in this world are as gorgeous and handsome as strutting peacocks. On the other hand, the females are ridiculously ugly, but still highly cherished by the males. 
As a beautiful high-school student, she has somehow become the most mesmerizing beauty in this world.
Worst of all, this world is a matriarchal society. She doesn’t want three four husbands waiting on her! Her life becomes about teasing a leopard, tickling a tiger, seducing a poisonous snake, and capturing an eagle. Bai Qingqing, with a full harem, is too deep for tears. She really didn't want any of this.
"Hey, hey, Brother Leopard, Brother Tiger, Brother Snake, Brother Eagle, what are you doing? Stay back!" 
There are four male leads: The young and strong leopard, the emo and silent snake, the powerful tiger, and the aloof and loner eagle.

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