Three black werecat orphan brothers are trying their best to find a home when they are finally adopted. Everything goes great with their new family until tragedy strikes and they are left with an unexpected guardian.

This story is about an average high school boy with an average lifestyle who likes to read novels especially fantasy ones and was transferred to another world along with his classmates from his school.

As they were transferred our protagonist, John Kaiser, was the sole student among his classmates who were left behind, leaving him all alone in their classroom.

As he was wondering what happened to the others, he remembered one of the novels he had read. It was a story of a fantasy world, where a king of a human kingdom summons heroes from another world to save their world from the demon king, a typical Isekai (Another World)  fantasy novel.

Our protagonist, John Kaiser, started to contemplate and question 'why?' why was he the only one not summoned?

And as his questions go crazy, a light emerges from the place where he was sitting.

Is this the start of our protagonist's fantasy adventure as a hero? Or will he live the same life again as an average person even in another world?

seorang manusia dengan kemampuan khusus dan grimore pertama yang menjadikan makhluk terkuat di seluruh dunia namun di jebak oleh para penghianat dan iblis menggunakan sihir transfer terlarang mengirimnya ke dunia yang berbeda. dengan kekuatannya apakah dia mampu kembali kedunianya

One word is all it takes for a woman to be drowned. One word is all it takes for a woman to be hung. One word is all it takes for a woman to be burned at the stake, and that word happens to be-

"Witch!! A witch!!"

Yes. Witch. Couldn't have said it better myself.

In a world where woman are perennially accused of one thing: Witchcraft. Men have invented some of the most intriguing ways to handle the situation. The result always ending in death.

That changes as a young woman steps into the picture. 

She's fed up with the vile treatment women must indure to stay alive, and does the unimaginable. Her identity is hidden behind a mask and fallacious tittle-tattle. Despite being human she's viewed as some unknown specimen from another world, and people often react to the unknown one way. Violently. 

But, one thing about her is known for certain.

She's wanted by the most dangerous men alive.

Including the Vampire King.

It's been 7 years I have been transported to this world. A world with pirates and a famous treasure called 'One Piece'. I don't understand why I was sent to this world...
Wait! Another pirate invasion!....
That's how the story of a man transported to an unknown world of pirates began....
Notice: Evil Mc, Bad guy, Harem, etc.

It's been 2 years I have been reincarnated to this world. A world with pirates and a famous treasure called 'One Piece'. I don't understand why I was sent to this world...
Wait! Another pirate invasion!....
That's how the story of a man reincarnated to an unknown world of pirates began....
Notice: Evil Mc, Bad guy, Harem, etc.

There was a pot of tea in Yujia's hands, and Yu Zixu was correcting her every way of pouring it.
At first, the speed by which she worked was wrong. She was pouring it too fast, then too slow, then too fast, then too slow. She worked on correcting her speed for a solid few minutes, cups after cups of tea poured. Next, the issue was the angle by which she poured. And then, there was the exact way she held the pot. She was standing with the wrong posture. The distance between the table, Yu Zixu, and her, was completely wrong. The way she presented the cup of tea, finally poured properly, also turned out to be wrong.
There were many seeming nit-picky details, but Yujia knew that if she was going to be pouring tea anytime soon in the Yang Villa, at least she had become a master at it.
She didn't think that she had this many issues before she stepped into the Yu Villa and adopted Yu Zixu as a teacher. She thought that she did fairly well during her time pretending in the Yang Villa and Lingxin. Only, in front of someone like Zixu, more and more issues appeared out of what felt like nowhere. 
At the very least, Yujia was learning to correct every mistake. She was becoming perfect.
What was, possibly in the past, a decent disguise that she had, was becoming a full on second identity. Yujia had the sensation that she was developing a second ego. 
After working on her tea pouring skills, Zixu gave her advice on many other things. The two went out to the middle of the courtyard again, where she walked back and forth in front of him. He, as usual, offered plenty of corrections. He then brought Shen Li out, who ran through the list of ways for servants to greet their masters and more laws involving interactions. Yujia knew most of them already, from her experience interacting with servants, but going through them acted as both a way to refine and reinforce her knowledge.
Once that part was over, Yujia was given many miscellaneous tasks to carry out, from wiping tables, chopping vegetables, sweeping the yard, dusting shelves, washing clothes, polishing antiques, carrying trays and baskets, and many more. Whatever Yu Zixu could think of, Yujia practiced.
A few hours passed like this. Zixu spent half the time reading a book, barely supervising her. Except, every single time Yujia began to wonder if he was even paying attention, he always looked up and gave her another tip that she hadn't noticed before. 
Reaching the end of doing all that she could manage to practice, Yujia arrived at two major accomplishments. One, she was extremely well-trained in the art of being a maid now. Two, Yu Zixu's courtyard, which was already spotless before, was now shining in how clean it was. 
She found herself exhausted at the end of the day, both physically and mentally. She could see what Zixu meant by manual labor now, since this was definitely it.
Zixu finished reading a stack of books too. Her last task occurred in the study, so Zixu sat at his desk, the pile of books he had finished resting next to him. While Yujia waited by the side for any last tasks he had to give her, he stood up and walked around the room, tapping the book in his arm as he thought.
Finally, he faced her with a smile. "You've definitely become a good maid, Yu'er."
With the sign that there was no more manual labor coming up for her, Yujia threw a mini celebration in her head. She didn't let any sign of this relief show on the outside, in fear that it would become another point for Young Master Yu to pick on. Looking up at Zixu, Yujia waited for him to say anything else. 
"I—" Opening his mouth, Zixu seemed like he was about to say a word, but he quickly bit it back. He turned away, taking a few more steps in the opposite direction.
Yujia followed, keeping always a perfect distance between her and Zixu. There was a very specific distance that a maid should keep between her and her master, from what she learned. 
Zixu was always someone who mused over every single word before he allowed it to roll out his mouth. He spoke with few stammers, few mistakes, and few moments of hesitation, giving him an eloquent way of speech that was difficult to copy. It was also what Yujia believed to be the reason for why Zixu had a way of drawing attention and respect to him when he spoke. 
Seeing him stutter like this— to say something, and halt in saying it the moment after uttering the first word— was definitely a rare sight. He wasn't drunk or discussing an emotional topic either.
In a tentative manner, Yujia urged, "Young Master, is there anything else you need?" She was curious to see why Zixu faltered like that.
"I wondered, for a brief moment, if I should tell you something. But I decided not to. Not yet." He faced her again, a small smile across his lips. His eyes looked at her with a different gaze, one that was sly and knowing, as if he knew that keeping a secret like this from her would frustrate her.
And he was right. It bothered Yujia. A lot.
"Young Master, this maid would recommend telling it now rather than later," Yujia continued to urge, "Perhaps later, Young Master would forget."
She knew Yu Zixu would not forget. But still, she wanted to know right now. There were enough mysteries in her life already.
"Would you really like to know?" 
Yujia nodded to his words in response.
"Alright then. But don't blame me for speaking too early." Zixu took a step closer and leaned forward to her. One of the last dimming rays of sunlight filtered through the paper windows, catching perfectly on his strong features. His next words were soft, stuck between a whisper and a confession.
"I think, the more time I spend with you, the more I like you."
Yujia wanted to check if she heard right.
So many memories flashed in her mind, from countless times in the past where she heard wrong or misinterpreted Zixu's words in wrong ways. Most of the time, he meant innocent things that she took in completely incorrect ways.
This had to be another one of those situations. Yujia was more than wary. Zixu probably meant it in a friendly way.
"Young Master…" Yujia began, her voice trailing.
"I'm being serious," Zixu continued, "Let's step outside of this entire Young Master and Yu'er deal. The more time that I spend with you, the more that I think that I'm falling in love. What should I do about these feelings, hm?"
Yujia's emotions promptly skyrocketed into emergency mode.
She was pretty sure that she wasn't hearing wrong this time. 
But at the same time, Yujia had been traumatized way too many times in the past with Yu Zixu's antics. She really couldn't believe him anymore. He was probably messing with her. This was another test.
Gritting her teeth, Yujia managed to blurt out, "Young Master, please do not mess with this maid like this." It was difficult to keep her composure, but she managed to.
She thought about it some more. Zixu had to be messing with her. There was no way any normal person would make a confession like this, in the same manner that he did.
Only, Zixu's next words made Yujia really rethink.
"Do you seriously think that I would joke about something like this?" Zixu stated, "I know that you may think of this as another test, but it's not. Yang Yujia, I think I'm falling in love with you."
'Oh sh*t,' was the only phrase going through Yujia's mind.


At 24 years old, Yang Yujia is an unemployed art major, living off heavy debt and instant noodles. During a high-school reunion, Yujia gets drunk, does stupid things, and when she wakes up again, Yujia is no longer in the correct world, time-period, or body. 

Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, Yujia does not seem to have much luck either— instead of transmigrating with a set of stunning martial arts skills, knowledge that would aid her in troubling situations, or a position of royalty that would make her life much easier, Yujia is the fourth (illegitimate) daughter of a small merchant. And what skills does she have to help her survive this world?

A pretty face, witty mouth, and useless artistic talent?

Good enough. 

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I couldn't wait for another 50 days. Instead of taking the necessary precaution, I began writing a name. I picked up a pencil and wrote,

'Harold Smith. 
Cause of Death: Car accident.
Details: After donating all his money to a suitable charity, he'll get hit by a truck. Seconds before he dies, he'll repeat the word killer 5 times.'

Harold Smith was a ruthless businessman. He didn't do anything wrong in life, yet I still wrote his name. After a while, he'd soon die of a heart attack. Obviously, I noted his name after checking his marital status. He wasn't married, which made me less conscious of who I was killing. 

I flipped the notebook to the next page, and tore it out. I tore the page in such a manner, that no one could find out that I had done so, on quick observations. I then proceeded to write another name. 

'Arata Watanabe. 
Cause of Death: Accident.
Details: After donating all his money to a suitable charity, he'll get hit by a truck. Seconds before he dies, he'll repeat the word killer 5 times.'

I altered the cause of death to avoid suspicion. For two famous businessmen to die during the same hour was already rare enough. 

For Arata, I mentioned his cause of death as an accident. I even mentioned that he would be killed by a truck. However, Arata could die through various ways. He could die while present in a car, he could die while walking on the road and he could possibly die due to a truck crashing into his house. Without a specific detail, how would the death note exhibit its magic? What action would the death note take? Was the death note biased in such a case to take a specific action? 

Questions popped into my mind to no end. I shrugged my head. After 10 minutes, I erased Arata's name and began to write another.

What if the 'Death Note' was given to someone other than Light? How would the incidents progress? Would there be havoc and chaos or peace and prosperity? Find out in an alternate story of the franchise 'Death Note'.


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This is my first reader idea, which kinda makes me happy that people have started opening up and commenting on this. I hope more people take his example and post there idea's in the comments, though I would prefer it if they post it on the auxiliary chapter or the most current chapter or else it will be hard for me to notice, but none the less, thank you and here is In_My_Ignorance's idea.

I have also this kind of idea
I want to give it a title "The Deathbed I Seek"
It talks about him being immortal and not the immortal that one would have because of qi cultivation but the literal immortal. He just doesn't die. The story goes like this:

First of his years he was happy, he cant die so he does everything he wants.
He become a king, a general, or whatever comes to his mind but as years and years pass he starts to become lonely and wanted to rest. All of his loved ones died so now, he has lost his drive and begins to search for a way to die.

This is a drama or gloomy kind of story


I personally think that it is a good idea for a novel because it has many ways to expand itself. Some ways it could do so is by making him live through the world wars and becoming a corporate superpower like Apple and Google, or you could make him live in a cultivation world and make him become super powerful to get strong enough to defy his immortality and kill himself, or you could make him finally find a way to kill himself only for him to reincarnate into another world and decides to become as strong as possible and find the reason for immortality. This is really cool idea I think and it has lots of potential if someone picks it up.I did not copy this directly word for word and changed certain parts of it to make it a bit easier to read, but here is the exact comment:

I have also this kind of idea
I want to give it a title "the deathbed i seek"
It talks about him being immortal not immortal that have qi cultivation but the literal immortal
He doesnt die
The story goes like this
First of his years he was happy he cant die he do everything he wants
He become a king a general or whatever comes to his mind
But many years pass he became lonely
And wanted to rest alot of his love ones died he loss his drive now his searching for a way to die

This is a drama or gloomy kind of story

This is where I will write ideas of novels that I have. I don't know how often I will have these ideas so there will not be a guaranteed release rate. If you guys have any ideas please commenting them along with your name and I will post it.

Note: I am just writing the scenes that went through my head when I thought of these ideas not writing an actual story.

Note: I don't own this picture. Idk who does but it looked nice and light bulbs are representations of an idea so I thought it would work

The door slammed causing the servants to jump out of their skins. Cardon looked around with an annoyed look on his face. He couldn't help but feel upset when the first person he had found interest in was with another man. He was nearly 25 years of age and well overdue for a wife of his own.

"Get out of my way." The young prince shoved one of the servants, who stood off to the side.

"Sorry, my lord." He knew Prince Cardon wasn't someone he wanted to be on the bad side of. He was notorious for whipping and beheading people who upset him.

"Leave, if I see you again, I will kill you myself." His hand was half raised ready to strike the young boy but held back because he was slightly distracted in thought.

"Yes, my lord." He scurried out of the room as quickly as he could and headed for new orders from another master.

"Son," his mother came bursting into his room. "What is with all the noise."

"Mom," Cardon rushed into his mother's embrace. "I found her mom, the one that will be my wife."

"After all the women you have fucked, you have finally found one that you like?" His mother pushed him out of her hug and patted his cheeks.

"No, not a whore mother." He turned away from her. "A soldier's wife. I saw her walking the streets with her husband and followed her. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen though she was a tad dirty. I want her mother." Cardon turned back to his mother and grabbed her hands. "I must have her."

"It wouldn't be too hard to acquire a soldier's wife." She turned from her son and walked to the window. "Just send him to war. You are worrying for nothing."

Cardon smiled at his mother's words, she had always been right. His parents never denied him of what he wanted and would even find ways for him to get it easier. All he needed to do now was to send word to his father and make it happen.

"There is one other issue. She already has a child." Cardon looked to his mother for more solutions.

"You can win a woman over easier by taking in her child. Naturally it won't be an heir to the throne but it could always make a good general or a princess in the future. It would save any child you might have to marry that bastard off to another kingdom. Paradin has always been eager for peace through marriage." His mother sat on his bed and patted the spot next to her for him to sit down.

"True, but must I care for another man's child?" Cardon sat where his mother patted and laid his head on her shoulder.

"If you love her and want her to eventually love you, yes, you must." She stroked his hair.

"Love is so hard, but I will do it. Do you think father will agree?" He could feel his mother slightly tense in his arms.

"Your father has been eyeing an underage servant girl lately. If I allow him to touch her, I'm sure he will agree to your marriage." She spoke in a soothing yet disturbing tone to her son.

"Oh mom, would you please allow it?" He looked up into her eyes.

She gently kissed her son on the forehead. "Hush, say no more. We will speak with your father in the morning. I will set it all up tonight." With that his mother left the room and Cardon could feel relief with everything falling into place. Soon he would have a woman of his own.

"What?" His father took a step back from his wife. "She isn't even a princess she is of no benefit to this country, and she is already married with a child. I do not agree with this."

"Howard! Your son needs an heir and the neighboring kingdoms have no princesses that interested your spoiled son." The Queen threw her hands on her hips glaring at her husband.

"And who's fault is it that he is so damn spoiled, Marge?" Howard shook his finger.

"Bring her in!" Marge yelled at the door, shortly after the young girl was shoved inside.

"What's the meaning of this?" He looked between the women.

"I'll let you claim her innocence if you agree with my request." Her husband looked at her with shock.

"What?" He looked at the young girl and could feel his clothes tighten around him.

Marge walked around to stand behind her husband reaching around him to place her hand firmly on his cock. "You already can't wait. I knew it the second you looked at her."

The king brushed her hands away and turned towards his wife with his hand latched onto her throat. "Concubine."

"Wife" she said holding her gaze steady, her husband's threats meant nothing to her. He was only the puppet to her string.

"Who is her husband?" His grip loosened around her neck.

"Don't know." She slapped his hand away. "Undress girl." She ordered the young teenage girl.

Howard watched as the young girl no older than seventeen stood naked before him. "Fine, but we must consider ways to improve the kingdom in another way." He stepped towards the girl placing his hand on her shoulder.

"She has a child remember, marry it off as our grandchild." Marge walked towards the door and exited it leaving her husband to devour the poor child. On her way to her own room she called upon another servant to keep her company for the rest of the evening.

Cardon rushed to his father's chambers at first light, he placed his ears to the solid wood and heard light moans coming from the room. With a smile on his face he knew his mother had won the argument in her usual cunning ways. Not wanting to wait anymore he banged on the door repetitively.

"Fuck, I hear you woman." His father flung the door open ready to yell at his wife. "Oh, it's just you, come in I'm almost down." His father ushered him in and returned to mounting the girl from behind so his son would have a show. When he was done his kissed the girl and gave her further instructions before turning to his son. "So, tell me about my new daughter." He tied his robe around his body tightly.

"You can't touch her, dad. I mean it." Cardon knew his dad had exquisite taste in women, and he would even consider his own daughter if he had one.

"I wouldn't dream of it son." Howard had a sinister smile plastered on his face as he held up his hands in surrender.

"She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She isn't from around here. She has reddish hair and the greenest of eyes. Her skin is like milk with little freckles around her nose. She has really big breasts, but that's probably from the milk for her baby." Howard watched his son light up when he described the woman.

"I'll admit if you didn't take interest, I might have made this plan for myself." He halfheartedly laughed as he patted Cardon's back.

"I mean it dad, don't touch her. This isn't like Princess Mina; we are not sharing this one." Cardon glared at his father.

"I promise son. I won't touch her." His son beamed with happiness with his father's word. Truthfully, he had always had a problem with sexual activity since he was thirteen, and it almost cost him his title many times. He even thinks of himself as a satyromaniac, and most of the time he can't control the thoughts.

"Thank you, dad. Now we just need that husband of hers to die, so I can take her without any repercussions." He scratched his head.

"You said he was a soldier, send him on the front line." The king waved his hand dismissing the complications.

"It's not that easy, I looked into last night. It's Paul Astroph's wife." Cardon slowly looked at his dad knowing he wouldn't take the news well.

"No, absolutely not. I have told you the stories about his father and how he had saved my life. I honored his son as my General when his father passed. I will not kill his son." Howard looked at his son's disappointment.

"Dad, I need her." He latched onto his robe's sleeve.

"I will not hear one more word of it." The King shook his son off and started changing his clothes.

"What about a promotion that makes him leave for two years. So, I can at least have her?" His father began to move about slower thinking about what his son offered.

"A promotion," he muddled it over in his head. "Son I think you solved your problem. I need an admiral for the war in the east. It gives him the honor his family deserves and his chances of coming back alive are slim." Cardon lit up when he heard the last part.

"In a year I can fake a letter of his death to his wife, if he isn't dead yet, and we can take care of her for him. Blessing his bravery by making sure his family is well. Dad you are a genius." He rushed out of his father's room to go find his mother to tell her the good news.

His father sighed at his son's childish behavior and hoped this woman would help him mature at least a little. He watched Paul grow up and was sad to think of him dead, but his son's happiness and the future of their kingdom meant more. This was the first time his son showed true interest in someone as a future Queen, he couldn't ignore what was needed this time.

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