It's an assassin's job to kill and many in the field have a policy; all witnesses must be terminated. Purga, whose real name only the dead are aware of, follows said policy religiously. That's until she is caught during work by a young man who is happy to know he'll be put to death and actively encourages it. To him, being a witness was a blessing, to Purga it was a curse.

SPECIAL BACOL
Bukan Cerita Bersambung, tapi berisi ratusan cerita VULGAR

Some people skip through life; some people are dragged through it. I sometimes wonder when I was a kid, wether we are moving through time or time is moving through us. My brilliant friend whom I met when I was thirteen says that light, unlike anything else, in the universe, is not affected by time. Light, he says, exists outside of time. He tells me it has something to do with how fast it travels and that it is eternal, but in fact, it is still a mystery to physicists.


     I don't really know why am I surprised with that high intelligent quotient of his, when it was already discussed to my science teachers before. Perhaps it was because my science teacher before did much to help us memorize the Periodic Table of Elements and little to teach us how those elements works and relate to each other, or perhaps they did discuss it and I wasn't listening.


     After what happened to the work office of my Mom, I realized that religion might be able to hose things down, get me back to normal so I could have fun without feeling guilty or something. I just didn't want to have to think about this guilt crap anymore. However, this thing, to me, is still doubtable when it comes to being an Adult. To me, Adult was more of an idea. It was something like a slot machine, a set of spinning images that doled out rewards based on behavior and, perhaps, chance.


     The Slot-machine Adult provided a relief for the pinging guilt and a sense of hope that my life would get organized towards a purpose. I was too dumb to test the merit of the slot machine idea. I simply began to pray for forgiveness, thinking that the same pictures might appear and the light atop the machine would flash, spilling shiny tokens of good fate. If something nice happen to me, I thought it was the Slot-machine Adult whom I kept on doing good, and if something nice didn't, I went back to the slot-machine, knelt down a prayer, and pulled the lever a few more times. I liked this Adult thing very much because you hardly had to talk to it and it never talked back. But the fun never lasts. This is how I look Adult thing it was, where, in fact, it was silly as it sounds, but it do still have the concepts of being how you play the slot-machine adult very well.


     As the school year almost come to an end, I keep on recalling those moments that me and my brother did when we were still a full house family, where in, right now, it's not already. The sound of the chalk clattering on the black board, the fun of watching your classmates making fun with each other, how deadlines actually broke your mental states that some of it you can't almost do, how grievously writing notes in your notebook to get the requirements where your hands might get strain and give up on writing the same as what you saw on the board, and the pain of trying to understand and memorize topics that you're not interested with, but you're forced, in order to pass that crappy quarterly exams.


     It was a real fun, yet I decided to stop, for good. I know with our current situation by that time, my Mother cannot afford to sent us to school. Payments was there, payments were here, and I don't want it, I don't want to see my Mom suffering again. If I could just realized back then and take some of her burdens, by that time, she would be somehow, feel in ease temporarily. That was a different sort of guilt from anything I had previously experienced. It was a heavy guilt, not the sort of guilt that I could do anything about. It was a haunting feeling, the sort of sensation you get when you wonder whether you are two people, the other of which does things you can't explain, bad and terrible things.


     The guilt was so heavy that I feel out of bed onto my knees and begged, not to a slot machine that I wanted to keep on pulling good chances towards of becoming a congenial adult, but this time, to a living, feeling God, to stop the pain. He wouldn't probably hear my prayers because I once doubted him as a Father, but what else should I do, the only person that I can crawl for forgiveness by that time was only my mother, where in fact, I can't, since I already fed up a lot to her, and that I wanted to change so bad.


     I crawled out of my room and into the hallway where my mother sit and rest, laying on my elbows and face for an hour or so, going sometimes into sleep, before finally the burden lifted and I was able to return to my room.


     It was already the time for a new life, the school year ends and my batches will move forward to the next year level of being a high school students, unlike me, who stepped out a bit because of a coward me who can't accept reality. But I am very grateful that I hold back for a year, I met the most galling but tickled kind of friends, intimidating yet salutary professors, dreadful but auspicious experience outputs, and a beautiful agony of memories with my classmates and friends.


     If God would give me the answers that I once was asked to him, he would probably gave me many tribulation for what I've think about him back then, but it's not, I throw him rocks, he throw me breads instead, I once were pleased and thankful to my Mom for introducing me the God as a Father, that forgives and accept you no matter how cruel you are, and what you have been doing in your entire life, that will refine you by your mistakes. Even though my living father couldn't do it, but i knew I was already a part of God's family, and I'm proud of it, and that helps me to start again, to think through life again, to adore again.

I met a girl in my last moment of being a high school student. We know nothing at all when it comes to love and romance, being a fine adult may be a jumble for us, but I know someday things will reflect in the future.

December 29, 2019

Uhhhh... another boring day again?? I mean not "again", since I just started writing this book today, but the boring day loop is happening all over again!!

So you're wondering why did I created this book, or should I say, my semi-journal (P.S.: my grammar is realllyyyy terrible coz I'm a Filipino citizen). To be frank, I'm a terrible writer. I didn't have a good background at writing, and I'm a lazy ass fucking procrastinator. So if you're looking for some Shakespeare-like style of writing, then that's not me. Plus, I always swear in this book, because it's the real Greg you're looking at.

I can see my writing style as a "write and post" dude. I don't settle for drafts and revision shits, because I'm a lazy ass writer!! I just want my first-hand opinions to be posted immediately, if I'm not lazy. If I forgot something to write out, then it's okay, because I can check this chapter out the other day and update it, or maybe I'll just post my thoughts to the next chapter so that I'll have my book's content properly served for my audience. 

Speaking of my audience, what should I call you? Maybe... Gregorians? Nahhh, it's taken by the Gregorian chant. How about... GREGORITAS *insert I Like It by Cardi B* (just imagine playing that music while reading that gReGorITAs). So yeah, wazzup Gregoritas!! (Yey)

Going back to the really main question, why did I came up with this book? Well, I see this book as my rant book. My life is fucked up. I have no friends and even my family doesn't support my passion, which is being a Twitch streamer and a YouTuber. I'm proficient at playing League of Legends, but my boomer mom always warns me not to play that game due to my terrible eyesight. She always says that playing video games only give me sickness, and I won't profit from it. As a typical Asian boy, I minimized my playing time and still obeyed my parents, because I still love them, even though I get salty for a mean time.

It's hard having strict Asian parents like mine. They expect you to have a very high grade and good performance in school, but at the same time, they don't want you to review very late. Like why the fuck would they refrain me from reviewing at 3 A.M if they want me to have 99 100 98 on the report card. It's just ironic to me. 

I always tell my parents, specifically my mom that I'm not the Young Greg that can have instant 99 on the card, because high school is a tough life. After graduating in a conservative Christian school back in my junior high school, they put me in a science high school, though it's my 1/2 decision coz it's for my future also.

My first impression in my science school was "Dammmmnnnn, I think I can handle this shit coz I got raining 99s and 98s on my Grade 10 report card." But now, being a Grade 12 student, chilling from my "unproductive vacation", my impression was like "Fuck this shit, man. I'm out. I just wanna graduate with my OG friends (shout-out if you're reading this, you're awesome)." 

Being in a science school is tiring, man. If today was an ordinary school day, I can't write these damn 500 words in just one sitting. I'll be having random Messenger pop-ups like, "Greg, how's the research doing", "Greg, can you please edit this shit", and so on. I have endless workload in my school and I can't escape from it. Currently, I have a research running up ahead and my missed physics lessons, but since my classmates and teachers are on vacation mode, then fuck it, I'm just gonna do my passion right now, which is writing this book.

Yes, that's right, I love writing, but I lack skills in writing thrilling and adventurous writing, so I wrote my life. I also lack the sense of humor, so I wrote this life, since my life is a big joke (you should be laughing right now, coz this is fucking literal).

I think this is enough for my Day 1 of my rants and stories, because I want to divide my content properly so that I can have another content the next day. Since this is daily, I also keep track on my number of words to determine if I went too much or too little. In every chapter, I keep the number of words lowkey on 500 to 1000 words, depending on my time allotted to my writing, but since it's my vacation and this is a prologue chapter, then fuck this shit let's go 1000 words!! Nah, just kidding, I'm becoming lazy again.

Speaking of "just kidding", sometimes this phrase boggles up my brain cells as a Filipino philosopher.

How can you say "just kidding" as an adult? You can't just say "kidding" if it's not appropriate for your proper age. Why not say "just adulting"? That way, the relationship between you and the word is correct, but if you're an adult who acts like a kid, well you can say "just kidding". Nah, just joking.

Okay, my battery right now is just 2%, and I am typing this sentence near my charging station. I just want to finish this chapter, but as a prologue and an attraction to my future Gregoritas, I'll make it a thousand words for you, hehe. 

Shit! I didn't realize it was 1 A.M of December 30, a Rizal Day in the Philippines. Damn, I miss this late night typing in my phone. The last time I was doing this "late night typing" is when I am talking to my crush, which then on the latter part she rejected me, then after a few months she apologized to me saying, "Greg, I think I'm starting to like you". At that fucking moment, my love for her was gone; I moved on. I realized that I was only infatuated to her. Nevermind, it's a long story, and I reached more than 1000 words *insert yehey sound effects*. 

Maybe tomorrow, I will tell the whole story, since I moved on from that cringy past of me. Past is past. I don't want to fall into traps anymore. I learned a lot this 2019, so 2020, bring it on. Give me your best shot, 2020!

The daily adventures of Greg, a lazy procrastinator who is battling against his anxiety and depression.

If you are wondering why I haven't posted another chapter as of late as I had promised, that is because right as I planned to get back to writing this week after my grandfather's passing, I get struck down by massive pain in my kidneys for a few hours until finally I am taken to the hospital.
Turns out I have kidney stones despite barely being an adult, which will require surgery in about 2 weeks. I'm stuck with them for now in all of its' painful glory. Because of this and the medicine required to deal with it, it's going to take a while for me to pump any chapters out.
I'm mostly sleeping off everything, and don't have the energy or tolerance to sit up and write anything. I'm not finished writing the story or anything, I am just currently not in a condition to write much right now.
The surgery will probably delay the chapters further, which I am sorry about, but what can you do. Life seems to like throwing a bunch of crap at me all at once, but I'll get through it and the story will continue. Thanks for your understanding and well wishes, I will keep you all updated on when I plan to get back to writing full time as I had planned for the summer.

Humanity faces complete annihilation after nukes are launched all over the world at the end of WW3. A diety intervenes moments before the bombs explode, preventing the destruction of all life remaining on Earth. This action isn't without a price though, as the diety gives humanity a chance to survive by placing them in a trial of its' own making to prove their worthiness. Thus beginning the Era of Summoning, and everything humanity knew is turned on its' head. Suddenly the world revolves around summons being used to fight monsters hellbent on wiping out humanity.

"Will humanity band together to become stronger and fight off the monster hordes, or will they remain as they were and continue on the path they were previously set on and bring about the complete annihilation of their race?"

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Vampires are nocturnal creatures. 

But that doesn't mean that the legends of them burning to ashes in sunlight are true. Yes, they do feel lethargic, sleepy, weaker in the day-time - just like a human would at night. That's all.

To encounter a vampire at night means only one thing: Trouble.

And to encounter a vampire noble at night means only one thing: More Trouble.

And to encounter vampire royalty means. Deep Trouble.

Trouble whether for you (if the vampire is stronger); or whether for it (if you're stronger)?

No - whether you kill it or it kills you, it will always be trouble for you.

Their Queen, the Eternal Night Mother, is vengeful...

And crazy.

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[23 August - 4:25 AM - Somewhere in the Swiss Alps]

Scattered around the area were mounds of corpses - orcs, trolls, goblins, ogres, wolves, drakes. Countless corpses; all fallen quietly - strangely, without the signs of a struggle.

And contrary to Albert's guess, Celica's party was not fighting against one adult dragon. They were faced off against two - one fully grown adult around 60m long and one adolescent half it's size, looking to be around level 14. 

And yet they still held the upper hand.

The dragons roared as they swooped around; sounding equally enraged and anxious.

Enraged because they were ambushed in their roost in a mountain cave during their sleep; not receiving any prior warning despite the countless cannon fodder meant to serve as an alarm.

Anxious because they could not escape.

The mild purple luminescence in the air, beautiful and fragile though it looked, was unbreakable to the mighty lords of the land.

(Damn it! Where did this trueblood come from?!?) Kreagor swore in her mind; then wheeled over in the air to cut off the black-haired maid's descending assault on her young dragon whelp.

She roared as she received another long cut in between her scales; the black-haired one had unerring accuracy despite having to change targets mid-flight - her brittle but incredibly sharp nails somehow could pierce the gaps between her dragon hide...

(Sh*t... What is going on?!?) The adult winter dragon released a burst of ice-breath again in retaliation; but once more the attack was intercepted by the green-haired lady.

Kreagor landed; crashing against the ground between the two maids; then lashed out with her tail. The great reptile slapped away the green-haired one despite knowing that she would just recover in a matter of seconds to harry her again. Then she turned to chomp down on the black-haired one - only to see that she had miraculously opened a distance of 100m in the blink of an eye.

And before the winter dragon could pursue the close-combatant; she heard a cry of pain and anguish. 

Lo and behold; a cone of grey fire lanced out from the red-haired woman's hands, shrouding the air-borne dragon whelp in flames; leaving holes in her already-blackened wings.

"Misharga!!! No!!" Kreagor roared in dragon tongue to her daughter as she began to plummet; roughly 800m away - a small distance for the colossal reptiles.

In a flash, Kreagor arrived in front of the young dragon; shield her from the erupting flames.

Why didn't she just charge down the flame user?

Because when she had tried earlier, the two other maids had rushed straight for the whelp; slashing and smashing open horrifying wounds on her neck and chest!

And now; despite knowing that she herself was bleeding profusely from cuts, burns and broken bones, she could not find a way to break out of the pincer-siege.

(These insects... Th-their synergy is so aggravating!) Kreagor cursed her fate; as the 3 maids regrouped in front of their leader; a miniscule silver-haired girl in black gothic clothing. Kreagor and Misharga panted heavily; their hot breath melting the snow that drifted down from the sky unhindered by purple barrier.

The black-haired maid wielded exceptionally sharp nails on the index fingers of either hand - likely having a soul-imprint of Sharpness. She knew that the slightest touch should break the 6-inch long nails; and yet could never land a solid impact due to the maid's inhuman control.

In contrast, the green-haired girl looked delicate and flimsy just like the other two; but she had vigourous vitality; not falling no matter how many times she was pummeled - and packing a heavy punch. (Strength? Or Vigour...?)

And lastly; the most powerful of the 3 - the red-haired one. Her flames were a polar opposite to the winter dragons; but knowing their own weakness, every winter dragon coated their hides with countless layers of flame-retarding spells.

Yet the third maid's flames would melt and singe their scales, wings or flesh the moment they landed... This was even despite her being comparatively weaker in combat power and inherent man...

(A higher concept...? Disintegration...? Ashes...?)

In the brief moment of respite, Kreagor assessed their opponents' capabilities. Only; the 4th of their adversaries had not yet made a move after she setup the purple barrier.

Kreagor settled her eyes on the tiny girl; eyes that were larger than the vampire princess was tall.

(With how strong the barrier is, it seems like that one is just hiding her power - playing with us. I fear that the moment she moves; it will be over... Lazo'lath, Azora, Shazream... Where are you...? Come quick; lest we perish!)

Kreagor shifted position; fortifying her feet for what could be the last 2, 3 rounds of futile struggle. Struggle, strive, claw and tooth - anything - all to buy but a moments more time for Misharga...

Or so she thought as she tried to shift position - for Kreagor could not move. Frozen stiff; like an ice sculpture; eyes locked on the girls enchanting, hypnotisingly purple eyes...

(No, no - NO--)

The dragon's pupils began to dilate.

Mentally she was thrashing around; but externally Kreagor began to turn calmly; eerily calm. As she screamed incessantly in her mind (RUN AWAY!!!); she heard a foreign voice emanate from her own throat, calling out a name: "Misharga honey~~..."

"D-daddy...?"

(RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It was too late.

A deluge of tears fell from Kreagor's eyes as her own daughter lay at her feet; still alive and breathing - but her soul crushed from being torn apart by her own mother's jaws and talons.

"YOU MONSTERSSSSSSS!!!" She found that her voice had returned.

She also found that she was now right in front of the group of four; having charged over blindly.

"Tch... Blind from tears...? No more fun then... Oh well~! Silence that thing~!!" Kreagor gnashed her teeth in hate towards the abominable vampire who would speak cheerfully of another's suffering!

The frail but strikingly beautiful girl pointed a finger at the dragon; causing the sound and mana isolating purple light to converge in front of her finger.

Then the manifold compressed light fired at the dragon; leaving a round hole all the way from her forehead to exit at her tail.

The adult dragon, after having lived for over 200 years to grow to maturity...

Was fallen.

"Hoooh~! Bo-ring~!" The girl yawned.

Having settled their slightly difficult little clash with the dragons, all she had to now was to bait out the spying little rats from their hiding places...

(No matter... Hihihi~! It's just a matter of time before my tasty treat marches right into my fangs~...)

She smiled; looking at the scrumptious treat laid out before her - an evil light in her eyes as her lips parted to reveal her long, sharp canines.

"Little gi-irl~~!... Shall we, share a meal~~...?"

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"Ma... Mama! No...!"

"Fear not, my ssssweetheart... Mistresssssss will... Care for you sssssssumptuously...."

Misharga's pupils turned vacant; changing from silver to purple as she was forced to revert to human form - a 5-year old girl with white-silver hair and covered in a white-silver dress.

"Tch. You're nowhere near as beautiful as me, admit it! *I* am the mooost beautiful~~~!" Celica sneered cruelly as she ground her heel on the little girl's already bloody and cut face.

The sobbing girl whimpered in pain; crying out -

"Mama...!!!!"

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"Albert."

"Hmm?" He was shaken out of his thoughts; so focused was he on the battle in the distance.

"They're much stronger than us, right...?"

"Yes, completely and definitely so; so you should--"

For once, she acted and thought swiftly; cutting him off.

"Then... Please take care of Snowie."

If he could see her face, he would be horrified - her eyes had turned nearly red with fury; yet her face was ice-cold; jaw set in a woman's wrath - completely unlike her usual cheerful self.

Then she disappeared.

"Sam! No!"

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Licking her lips daintily and hesitating, as if unwilling to spoil the moment, the vampire princess pressed her palms together in thanksgiving to the Eternal Night Mother.

Then she recited the line she had been wanting to use:

"Itadakimasu~~~"

Then gasped.

"You--!"

She saw a girl in front of her; instantly appearing and piercing her range of detection. She had her knees slightly bent in a stable position; charging up a strike - one aimed at Celica's solar plexus.

Her eyes were red; her face cold.

"How did you--!!" Her voice changed; no longer sing-song, but rough from unease.

Her Trueblood Vampiric Charm wasn't working. Desperately gathered her scattered purple lumen; some of it still in a sound isolating field; some pinning the silver-haired dragon-girl down. It gather like a flood; layering countless times in front of her on top of her base mana reinforcement.

But it was too late.

"Goodbye."

The vampire princess disappeared in a mist of blood and flesh.

"NO!!!!" A cacophony of 3 female voices cried out in unison; joined by 1 male voice, slightly further away.

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No problem! All will crumble under my fists!
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"If the wretched heavens are against me..."
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(A/N : "MGD" MEANS "MAGIC DEFENSE" THE ADULT HUMAN AVERAGE STAT IS 10. "CP" MEANS "CHARACTER POINTS" AND "SP" MEANS "SKILL POINTS . THE MAXIMUM OF LVL IN SKILLS IS 12 = MAX/GOD. WELL ITS A BIT HARD TO EXPLAIN SO I'M GONNA PUT IT IN ANOTHER PAGE WHERE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MORE OF THE [SYSTEM] ENJOY!)

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*Somewhere in the forest*

?? : "Oh ! I got reincarnated successfully! Nice ! So where am i ? Hmm.. Looks like im inside in the forest. So what am i gonna do now i don't know...Oh wait gotta check my self first of what i look like."

Van : "Oh ! I'm a bit disappointed its me again. ~haaa~  I thought that im gonna get to change my appearance but it didn't . Why?! Hmp maybe its Watcher again ! He forgot to ask what will be my appearance is so that's why I'm still look like the same. ~haaa~ Nevermind then."

Van looks around him and all he can see is tall green trees, green grass, green rocks and ... Suddenly he stop. Because he see a green rocks. Yeah your not hallucinating its green rocks !

Van : "What the heck ?! Green rocks? What are this ? But first before we start gotta check the [system] first."

Before Van said status in his mind.

[DING!] [SYSTEM INITIALIZING] [1%2%5%10%20%35%50%80%90%99%100%] [DING!] [SYSTEM INITIALIZING COMPLETE]

[STATUS]

NAME : VAN WOLSKI          LVL : 1

EXP : 0%

AGE : 15        SEX : MALE

HP : 220

MP : 120

STR : 16 > 26

AGI : 12 > 22

INT : 14 > 24

DEF : 12 > 22

MGD : 0 > 10

STA : 15 > 25

LUCK : 10 > 20

CP : 0

SP : 0

[SKILLS]

COMPREHENSION : LVL 12 MAX
INDESTRUCTIBLE BODY : LVL 12 MAX
EXP BOOST : X10

[TITLES]

[TRANSPORTED PERSON] EFFECT : +10 ALL STATS

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[DING!] [YOU RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM WATCHER!] [OPEN ? Y/N]

Van : "Huh ? A message from sir Watcher. Well let's read this first before continuing the [system]. Cause i think this message will be the instructions on how to use the [system]."

Van nodded and press [YES] on the screen. When Van press [YES] on the screen it got wider and it got full of text in it. On the text it said.

Watcher : Van i think you got reincarnated safely. So i write this letter to you before you got reincarnated. I'm fast at writing am i ? Well that's one of my good things."

Van thought * Haha I think Watcher got a Smug face when writing this note hahaha*

Watcher : "As you can see i forgot to instruct you how to use your [system] and i apologize to you again for my clumsy side I'm really sorry about that."

Watcher : "Well done apologizing back to the main topic. First and all is how to activate the [system]. Well you just gonna think in your my very hard and ta~da ! [system] is ready to go !"

Van : "Hahaha! Watcher even thought you didn't said that i already know. Because some of the novels and mangas I read, they just have to  think in their mind the "status" and ta~da [system] is ready to go. Well before that gonna read some more there are still some things that I'm confuse of."

Watcher : "When the [system] is okey, you will see a screen in front of you, well i think you know that. Then let's start for the "CP" means "CHARACTER POINTS", you will get a corresponded "CP" for every level up you gain. There will always be a free 10 cp when you level up and you can allocate them on your own free will in any of your stats,  By the way "10" is the average status of an adult in that world." By the way im not gonna mention the STR,AGI,INT,DEF,MGD and STA, I think someone will tell what it is and what it do.

(A\N : Well i think that's me so im gonna put it in another page just like what i mention above)

Van : "Oh so im 2x strong of the average adult now and thanks for the title that i become a bit stronger now. By the way why is my title "TRANSPORTED and not REINCARNATED? Well let's read more maybe Watcher gonna explain that later."

Watcher : "And for the skill there are categories for that .."

LvL 1 : Baby level
LvL 2 : Child level
LvL 3 : Teen level
LvL 4 : Adult level
LvL 5 : Soldier level
LvL 6 : Squad leader level
LvL 7 : Captain level
LvL 8 : King level
LvL 9 : Semi - Celestial level
LvL 10 : Celestial level
LvL 11 : Semi God level
LvL 12 : God level

Watcher : So your at God level now. But don't be assumed your God its self. No, That God level means in that world your in. It is only a bit stronger than an actual angel and that angel is just been born so you got some training to do, by the way i can't tell you how to surpass the level cap because that is a taboo so if you want to climb up and surpass your limit you have to think of a way or you have to find it for your self."

Van : "D*MN! I thought i was God it self ~haaa~ Even thought i Got the COMPREHENSION skill to the max it is still enough. So i think there is a seal to this place so that's why they can't reach the higher realm. But not me ! I'm gonna climb to the top and surpass who i have to surpass. Well before that let's read some more."

Watcher : So i think that's all you need to know, good luck on your journey and have a nice life out there bye~~~~~.."

Van : "So that's all and I think i understand it a bit. Well i think I'm gonna find out my self what really my [system] can do and ... Where's the note for my title ?! and why it is "TRANSPORTED" rather than "REINCARNATED" ?! So do you mean this a bug or what ?! COME ON WATCHER TELL MEEEEEEEE!!"

The voice of Van is echoing inside the forest and what he didn't know is that something big is gonna happen for what meaning of the title he's carrying.

This is a story of a young man who wants to be like a novel main character in a world with swords and magic.

A young man who dream like any other people wish to be a main character in a novel, who fight for survival, love ones and the people who they want to protect l.

And this is the start of this young man story.
He will be in a world with only one rule "The strong are the king and the weak are the slave".

Edited :

THIS IS A STORY OF A YOUNG MAN WHO WANTS TO BE REINCARNATED IN ANY NOVEL, MANGA OR ANIME AND BE A EXTRA MAIN CHARACTER IN IT.

BUT FATE SEEMINGLY WANT TO GRANT HIS WISH AND THERE YOU HAVE IT HE REINCARNATED IN A WORLD WHERE HE WANTS TO..



Author's note EDITED :
Hello guys sorry for the wrong grammar please forgive me and be patience .
I really want to create this novel even though I know that I'm not really good at English haha.
so yeah that's it and enjoy !

EDIT : [ SO YEAH I'VE BEEN THINKING FOR MONTHS TO HOW SHOULD MY NOVEL WORKS SO YEAH THERE YOU HAVE I'LL BE DOING A MULTIVERSE OF ANIME , NOVELS AND MOVIES SO I CAN GET A WHAT SO CALLED "PLOT" , SUPER SORRY FOR THE DELAY , BUT HERE AM I BACK !]

p.s : ENGLISH IS NOT MY 1ST LANGUAGE !

PP.S : FOR THOSE I COPY OF THE REAL ANIME, NOVELS OR MOVIES I'M SUPER SORRY AND JUST TELL ME IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO POST THEM OR RE-CREATE THEM AND MAKE MY SO CALLED FAN-FIC JUST PM ME HERE AND I'LL STOP .. TNX !

Chapter 5. Contract (1)

"Why are you smiling?"

His mother asked Rei as he was eating his breakfast. 

"Am I smiling?"

"Yeah, there is a big smile on your face. Did something good happened"

Ren was obviously smiling because his book was getting published. He can't wait to see his book in the bookstores. It's been 20 years since his last book was published.

"Yeah, something good did happened"

"What happened? Tell your mother about it"

"I will tell you later. It is a surprise"

"You are now hiding things from your mother"

His mother asked with a smile. She was happy that her son was smiling. These days, Rei will always copped up in his room to write his novel, making his mother worried.

His mother obviously didn't knew that Rei was writing a novel, she was worried seeing her son always writing something with a serious expression.

Now, that she saw her son smiling, she was relieved and happy.

After some casual talk, her mother changed the topic and asked.

"Are you really fine with not coming with us today"

"Yeah, I am fine"

"Your uncle will be dissapointed not seeing you"

Today his mother and father would be going to his father's friend house, meaning they were going to his uncle's house.

They had also invited Rei to come but he had refused since he didn't wanted to meet his uncle and his family.

It wasn't like, Rei disliked his uncle. His uncle was a good person, rather he didn't wanted to meet his uncle's daughter.

His uncle's daughter was a rather haughty person who had continued to look down upon the previous Rei.

He would rather write, then waste his time to meet a person who he didn't like.

"It was better if you came with us, Yuzu-chan will surely miss you"

"...Yeah"

'If you know what type of person she is, you will certainly not say those words' thought Rei in his heart.

* * * 

Rei was alone now, his parents had already left for his uncle's house.

He was bored alone, he also didn't have any desire to write. He had been writing non stop for many days and his fingers were now hurting from this much writing.

He knew he had to take a break once in a while or he can suffer from some injuries.

Getting a hand or a finger injury can end a writers career early and Rei certainly didn't want that.

Rei looked around his room and sighed heavily. His room was a mess. 

Various manuscripts were scatter on the floor and books were thrown everywhere.

Rei didn't notice the state of his room as he was too busy to write but now that he looked around, his room certainly was a mess.

He decided to clean his room since he can't leave his room like this.

Although he was a high school student on the outside, he still was an adult inside.

It was pretty embarrassing for an adult to leave his room like that.

Ring!!

As he was about to clean his room, the sound of doorbell resounded in his ears.

'Is it mom and dad?'

Rei's first thought that it was his mother and father who had came back due to some reason but when he opened his door, an unexpected person was standing there.

It was Nagamo-san, his editor.

Rei had previously given Nagamo-san his phone number and address, So he was not much surprised that he was able to find his house but the question was, what was he doing here?

"Hello, Sorry for disturbing you but I have something to talk to you about" Nagamo-san said as he greeted Rei.

It was not pleasant talking at the door, So Rei invited Nagamo-san inside the house.

"It seems like you are alone at the house"

"Yeah, my parents have gone to my uncle's house. Anyway, what do you want to talk with me?"

"Oh, it's about the contract. I wanted you to sign your signatures on the contract"

Rei had already finalised the contract with the SK publishing house and talked about the details over the email.

Now, it only required his signature to make the contract legal.

"You should have just called me and I should have came to the publishing house"

"I did try to call you but your phone was off and I also needed your parents signature since you are still a minor"

Rei pulled up his phone from his pocket and noticed that it was switched off.

"Well, If you want my parents signature, then you have to wait as they will be late"

"No problem, I don't have much work to do today"

Nagamo-san said with a smile but only he knew that it was a lie. 

He had tons of work piled up but bonding with a author was a necessary work for a editor.

It can help in the future. Although it wasn't sure whether Rei will be able to become a successful author but Nagamo-san had a feeling that Rei will become someone great.

It was his instincts that were telling him that and signing the contract was also a necessary thing.

"Okay, you can wait in the living room while I made you some tea"

"Well, if you don't mind....can I take a look in your room" Nagamo-san said with a troubled expression.

"My room!"

"Yeah, more specifically I wanted to look at the place where you write your stories. I don't mind waiting in the living room if it's too much..…"

Nagamo-san wanted to see Rei's room because he wanted to see the place where Rei had written that story.

But he was not optimistic about Rei's response. For many writers, their workplace are sacred and they don't easily let people in.

"No, it's okay but my room is somewhat messy"

"Don't worry, writers room are always messy"

Nagamo-san was really enthusiastic about Rei's answer. 

He was really happy both as a reader and editor that he will be able to see the place where a author writes. 

Rei also didn't have much problem with him waiting in his room.

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