THE northwest wind howled fiercely around the Kuching International Airport, bringing light downpour towards the airport runway. The runway surface look little bit wet, slippery but steady.

The moment after Agent 0069 Stephen Harris safely arrived at Kuching, Sarawak one hour thirty minutes later, he welcomed by a middle-aged age man. A middle-aged age man, look like Donald Sunderland in the Hunger Games series, with white beards wearing cheap black raincoat stand in front of black limousine with government agency logo on it.

"Welcome to Kuching, Sarawak Agent 0069 Stephen Harris. My name is Tony." 

A middle-aged man introduced himself. Both of them shaking hands. Tony's eyes were as brown as sandalwood in the middle of the Borneo tropical jungle and there was strength there, a restless, wild wolf-alike force that was almost physically active  and Agent Stephen aware of this body reacting to it. 

"Mr. Tony? Errr.... Tony Stark in Avengers Infinity War?"
Agent 0069 Stephen Harris try to making jokes. He blushing. The rain soaking through his shoulders of his cheap black raincoat.
"Not funny at all, Agent Stephen Harris. Me, the old and ugly version of wolf-wild of Tony Stark. "

Agent Stephen Harris quite shocked with that reaction, but his eyes still control his emotional.
"Double meaning. Typically government people." He whispered.
"Let's go inside the car. We're late now."
"Where you want to take me, Tony?"
Agent 0069 Stephen Harris curious and start to asking Tony while tied up the back of the limousine leather cushion.
"Please don't asking too much. You'll find soon. Don't worry, your safety is under government responsibility."

Black expensive limousine, with grey leather on the seatback, improved with high-end technology display and audio, enhanced by the bullet proof technology, are speeding up towards the new Pan-Borneo Highway, leaving the city of Kuching, Sarawak.

Their travel duration  from Kuching city to Mulu town estimated around 11 hours and 23 minutes via black expensive limousine. Bintulu and Sibu town completely down by vampirism viruses. Airport and other accommodation cannot be used as recently since 2 days ago as the location became a center of vampirism viruses to spread out. People with the red eyes, messed long hair with bloody sharp teeth filled around public transport location, government buildings and other public accommodation.

Here also, the illegal purchasing activities of a radioactive material Cobalt-60, marijuana and kratom at black market. Day to days, their illegal activity become progressively active especially at Sibu town, attracting other vampire to come here too.

*** 

Finally, after more 11 hours travel, they arrived at Mulu National Park, a famous natural park, protected not only by rainforest department, but also by government military. 

"Okay agent.We've arrived. Welcome to Mulu National Park."
Tony yelled pleasantly with a weird British accent. 

Agent Stephen Harris just enjoy the beautifully natural scenary of the Mulu National Park. He take a deep breath of fresh jungle air and slowly follow the Tony's footsteps.

Gunung Mulu National Park is known for its dramatic peaks and caves, including the huge, bat-filled cave named Deer Cave.

This cave leads to the Garden of Eden, a beautifully hidden valley and limestone waterfall, enclosed by limestone cliff. At the east of the limestone cave, there is a secret door connecting the cave with another cave. A sophisticated-look door with face and eye recognition password.

Tony bring Agent 0069 Stephen Harris to enter the door by using his face and eye password.  

"What? A laboratory? Here at the middle of the jungle?" 
Agent 0069 Stephen Harris curious. He cannot believe there is an advance laboratory, complete with high resolution display, hologram device, big satellite and chemical substance with different colors all over the place.

"Welcome to Vampirism Research Center, an agency under Ministry of Science and Technology."

Tony yelled proudly again. This time with the annoying British accent. 

***

Around year 2070, a severe pneumonia-like illness has infected humankind around the globe. Those who survived transformed whether to became vampire or werewolf. To save the humankind, some cure vaksin was developed by scientists including some selected escape plans that designed as an optional methods but the plans must work accordingly. Good news is, who follow the escape plans can live eternally but the bad news is, all escape plans has it's consequences. And, only one of them will live to see the sunrise.

Ivy sat forward looking straight at Cole, her aura was that of CEO as if he was below her in every way. "Also Cole please remember that I am the President of Hughes Corporation, and acting CEO when my father isn't here. This company is owned by my father and it is my legacy. We will choose from now on which projects we back and which ones we drop. Today's meeting is just the start... And after all our company merger is ending soon." Ivy sat back and smiled.
Cole found himself humoured by the expression on her face, his sour mood becoming a bit better. She was confident and dominant in her own right, it instantly drew him towards her more and more. He realized then, he had undervalued her abilities.
His lips curved into a slight smirk as he spoke, "Above or below I don't mind which position we take Ivy." 
His innuendo was not lost on Ivy or the others, but she laughed it off and replied. "It's a pleasure to work with you director Cole." She didn't forget to reiterate his position in the company.
He may be the CEO of his own small company but her he was just a director.
"Father I have a new investment contract to show you." Ivy turned her head after speaking to her father and immediately pulled out a laptop and revised the entire contract on the spot. She had spotted a small firm starting out in the stock market it had endless possibilities but no investments, if they could invest it would be a high profit for them.
The small company was called Cerberus Games, it was a gaming company that developed games people could play on there phone. Recently she had noticed a lack of games for both males and females, this company had also seen the gap in the market and had started to develop games that targetted both males and females. Your world background and avatar where your own to customise, it would appeal to everyone.
Within less than five minutes, a new stack of papers was wirelessly printed in the room, Nathan stood to receive the papers he gathered them up and handed them back to Ivy. 
She took this investment proposal seriously and wanted no mistakes when they would present it to the company. She scanned through it, examining every page with enormous interest and detail.
Cole watched her every move, he was impressed and was determined to win her heart, with her came endless protects and financial gain.
Nearly everyone was stunned to the core, blown away by this woman's ability. Thomas had to take a second look at Ivy, usually, she sat on the sofa playing games, he had no idea she was truly like this. She could run to Noah and he would, of course, help her fathers company but she didn't do that, she fiercely took hold of her father's company herself.
He had of course recorded the meeting and would send the audio file to Noah later. He wanted Noah to see how badass Ivy could be.
Meanwhile, Ivys father victor and Nathan who both knew how talented snd business savvy Ivy was smiled at her approach to today's meeting. She was back!
Once she was done she handed her father the contract and fully ignored Cole. She coughed and then started to brief him on tje ins and outs of the investment, she gave a clear and concise presentation.
Her father was proud as he watched her speak about their new investment she had thoroughly researched. He of course agreed with whatever she wanted to do. He took his pen and signed his name swiftly at the bottom of each page that required his signature, smiling as he did.
Ivy relaxed seeing her father agree so swiftly. She stood and the men followed her lead in standing too. "Well then leave the rest to me, I will be in my office I anyone needs me."
Nathan and Thomas flanked her as they walked out of the meeting room and all the way up to her office. Ivy walked in and sat behind her deek, starting at the two smiling fools stood opposite her.
"That was unbelievable." Nathan was beaming at Ivy, he had always wanted her to show Cole who was the real boss around here.
"If he bothers you I can throw him out of here, no problem." Thomas didn't want pests to disturb Ivy and Noah wouldn't like him around her either.
Ivy laughed at both of there reactions. "No need he is an insignificant bug under my shoe, he will be out in a few months so we just have to be patient. Legally he's here for two more months. Let's make him so miserable so he can't wait to leave."
Nathan and Thomas both recognised the smirk on Ivys face, they would have a good show over the coming weeks.
Ivy and Nathan returned to work so Thomas sat on the sofa again, taking out his phone and sending the audio file to Noah. He then opened up his game and started to focus on killing zombies.
Meanwhile, Noah strode into his office, he had just ended a three-hour-long meeting with his shareholders, he wanted to start to buy back his shares from them without them knowing then throw them out on to the street, he smirked a devilish grin at the possibility.
He then sat down behind his desk, pinching his glabella. 
Buzz

Hearing his phone he reached into his suit jacket pocket and lifted out his phone, the screen lit up and he saw Thomas had sent him an audio file two hours ago. He unlocked his phone and opened the message listening intently to the audio file. His rare Ivy smile graced his chiselled face. 
She was intelligent, eloquent, powerful and could lead with no hesitation or restraint. He was indeed proud. His heart pounded rapidly as the image of her beautiful face flashed across his mind. What was she doing now?


When Ivy Hughes meets Ceo and Underworld boss Noah Adler sparks and fists fly. The first time she meets him she hates him, the second time she meets him she saves his life. Burnt by love before she wants to be free with no ties but Noah wants her everything.

This domineering CEO is determined to have her and she is determined to run. Can he tame the firey kitten and can she warm his cold heart?



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EXTRACT

"But."

"No buts, not any more you have to stay with me you are mine forever." His deep cello voice melted her heart, she would ask no more of her man tonight.

Ivy for the first time initiated a kiss, she was too impatient to wait for Noah. She grabbed his face and turned it towards hers. She kissed him with everything she had and hoped that he felt her sincerity. He promised her she was his, his only lover. She accepted that, she didn't want more than to know she had someplace in his heart even if it wasn't love, as long as he had wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Noah was relieved, he kissed Ivy back and was careful with her not to touch her back or sides. He held her and kissed her, he had missed this and didn't want to ever be alone again. He got a taste of his old life in the last twenty-four hours and he didn't enjoy it.



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“Tell me who has the audio.” he demanded, yanking her head back painfully. 

“Never,” she deadpanned. Her mouth tightened as she fought against the pain shooting through her scalp. 

“I promise to loosen my grip on your hair if you answer me,” she scowled at him. “This is not the time to prove stubborn, Iris. Don’t test my patience.” 

“What makes you think that I’m hiding my memory from you?” 

“Because I can feel it when you lie to me. We grew up in the same environment, remember. If there’s anybody who knows you better than yourself; it’s me,” he voiced. 

Silence seeped into the air. She shut her eyes and began to reminisce their childhood years spent together. Young Vladimir had been the only son of a family friend, who was also a colleague to her mother. Their friendship had blossomed from day one. Not only was their friendship tightknit, but they were inseparable. Back then, the young Vladimir was considerate, affectionate, and his optimism towards the future knew no boundaries. 

However, that same optimism turned him into a power-hungry man. His hunger and thirst for control and power was a force to be reckoned with. She began to distance herself away from him. Through that, she met Elijah during their first year in the university. He was the clear opposite of what Vladimir had become and he, Vladimir --- had never been supportive of her relationship with him just as much as she had never been supportive of his new personality. 

“You can go ahead and do your worst. If you came here to get information out of me, then I’m sorry --- there is nothing you would be getting.” She saw a tick in his clenched jaw, but was unfazed by it. She was going to make sure that she clamped her lips tight on the information he was after. 

Obsidian eyes which exposed how angry and frustrated he was, peered down at her. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his other hand and sighed minutes later. She sensed the anger which lurked around him dissipate into thin air. His breathing came back to normal and his shoulders looked more relaxed than before. His fingers slid from her hair and the grip he had on her hair loosened. “Still as stubborn as a mule. Your stubbornness is going to be the death of you one day.” 

“Likewise, your hunger for power and control,” she retorted. 

He turned his back to her and ran both hands through his hair in agitation. His less defined muscles bulged out through the dark blue suit which marched the blue-black shirt he was wearing underneath it. Turning back around to face her, he spoke. “Why do you have to be so difficult all the time.” 

“I would quit being difficult when you stop manhandling me and learn to know your place. The last time I checked, I am still a full-grown woman, and not some rebellious teen you can harness control over whenever you feel like it. Until I’m out of this place, don’t ever expect anything from me,” she said through gritted teeth. Walking out on him, she strode toward the entrance, without casting a glance in his direction. 

“Livingstone is still alive,” he voiced. 

She stopped in her tracks, whipped her head in his direction with such force, it caused a few strands of her flaxen her to land on the other side of her shoulder. 

“What did you say?” she questioned in disbelief, as she scrutinized his face intently. She was looking for a sign. A sign that his words were meant to pull her legs. When she found nothing close to that; she scoffed. “After all these years, you seriously think that I would fall for such a pathetic lie? I’d no idea I looked stupid to you. You killed my son, framed his death as an accident, showed me proof of him lying on the grounds of that ongoing construction site, and now after twelve years, you stand before me to tell me that he’s still alive.” 

She chuckled, and later crossed her arms against her chest. “What is this? Is this some twisted game where you play with my mind and intelligence just to test how far you can break me? Do I look that gullible enough to you to fall for anything that comes out of your mouth?” 

She quirked an eyebrow awaiting his response. Vladimir stared at her with a look she knew so well. She allowed her hands fall by her side and walked over to him in long strides. She furrowed her brows as she continued to stare at him. Realization hit her hard when she thought of the possibility of her son surviving the fall. Vladimir had always been silent on the matter after he made her buy his proof that her boy was indeed dead. However, she knew that look etched on his face so well. 

“You’re actually telling the truth.” He rubbed the side of his face which did not face her with his palm, and slowly rubbed the nape of his neck. For the first, she saw some truth in his eyes. 

“I’m willing to let you see him if you tell me who has the audio---” 

“How does he look like?” she chimed in. She saw him roll his eyes as though that was the least question he expected her to ask him. “Vladimir, I said how does he look like?” 

 “He looks like you,” he said finally, annoyance laced his voice. “Though he’s got some of your not-so-good traits like your stubbornness. On the brighter side, it’s a good thing he doesn’t share a striking resemblance with that halfwit, Elijah.” 

“The only halfwit here is you, Vladimir. Thinking that you can fly down here to get information out of me was a poorly thought attempt.” 

“I don’t so.” He rose a finger and waved it in her face, and began to circle her. “Now that you know that your boy is still alive. I’m sure that you must be dying to see him, know what he sounds like, or maybe even learn a little more about him.” Irrespective of how true his words were, she didn’t like where they were heading toward. That recording was her only tool in bringing about the downfall of The Council: a group of power-hungry men who felt that their wrong was right, and as such they were the chosen ones, who had the sole divine right to decide the fate of the world’s population. 

Out of nowhere, it dawned on her that this was the first time Vladimir had ever raised the topic about the audio, and was even willing to use force to gain answers regarding the topic. Could it be that the reason why he kept asking, ‘Who has the audio’ was because the recordings on the audio had finally been released? Could this be the reason why he’d been insistent on knowing who had the audio in their possession? 

“Are you ready to talk now?” his question caught her off-guard. 

Vladimir had mistaken the look on her face after she’d spaced out as a sign of her finally being ready to tell him what he came here for. 

“I’m willing to let you see Livingstone on the surface for a day, if you tell me the name of who has the audio in their possession,” he repeated his previous statement, when he saw the look of confusion spread all over her face. 

This was an opportunity any sane mother wouldn’t allow to slide through their fingers easily, yet the thought of Elijah’s life being on the line just so she could see their son for a day didn’t sound convincing enough to her. She knew what Vladimir was capable of. He would definitely make sure that Elijah stayed six feet underneath the earth’s soil once he found out that she left what he was after among his books, enclosed in one of her own. She couldn’t allow that to happen, especially when she was still thinking of how to escape the tight security around this place. 

“You’re still getting no information out of me,” she stated, with a neutral expression on her face, and her chin high in the air. 

“Fine. Consider yourself stuck here forever then,” he said lowly. Without a doubt; he found nothing more irritating than her lack of cooperation. He brushed his shoulders against hers and he walked out on her. 

I don’t regret my decision She mumbled to herself as she watched him stride out of the entrance. 



In a false utopia, the Earth's population is divided into five Units after a disturbing decimation forced the human race to be on the verge of extinction. The increase in man's population competes with the upgrade in advanced technology. With past secrets hidden from the eyes of civilians, they are oblivious to what goes on around them. 

Like every other individual in his Unit, 19-year-old Livingstone is determined to stay true to his dreams and have them fulfilled. Crestfallen by the sudden disappearance of his mother, his unbending character remains firm. 

His growing suspicions toward the Heads of Earth's administration: The Council - is justified when he finds himself entangled in their twisted agenda, which seeks to wipe a quarter of Earth's growing population. Bent on exposing the deed of the opposition, he takes actions which might determine who lives, and who dies. 

The Lavender Town Syndrome (also known as "Lavender Town Tone" or "Lavender Town Suicides") was a peak in suicides and illness of children between the ages of 7-12 shortly after the release of Pokémon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27th, 1996.
Rumors say that these suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies, that studies showed that only children and young teens can hear since their ears are more sensitive.
Due to the Lavender Tone, at least two-hundred children supposedly committed suicide, and many more developed illnesses and afflictions. The children who committed suicide usually did so by hanging or jumping from heights. Those who did not act irrationally complained of severe headaches after listening to Lavender Town's theme.
Although Lavender Town now sounds differently depending on the game, this mass hysteria was caused by the first Pokémon game released. After the Lavender Tone incident, the programmers had fixed Lavender Town's theme music to be at a lower frequency, and since then children were no longer affected by it.
One video appeared in 2010 using "special software" to analyze the audio of Lavender Town's music. When played, the software created images of the Unown near the end of the audio. This raised a controversy since the Unown didn't appear until the Generation 2 games: Silver, Gold, and Crystal. The Unown translate to "LEAVE NOW."
There is also the said Beta Version of Lavender Town.
It is said that the Beta Version of Pocket Monsters was released to some kids to test the games. This is the video of the Beta Version of Lavender Town:

Just A Bit Of Some Nerve-wracking Short Tales With A Doze Of Eerie-Crepiness .

This Novel Tales On Whole Different Genre Not Some Cliché Old Stuff It's Made By Me By Reading CreepyPasta's And Bending Them And Writing Them In My Own Way.


*This Novel Has No Fixed Protagonist*

*The Cover Doesnt Belong To Me

Remius
 
            Remius had down syndrome. He was often made fun of at school. Remius tried really hard at school when he was younger but now he had given up. He was taken care of by the Capitol. His parents had given him over to the state. 
            Now at the age of 15 he was watching the news. All of the things that had come out about the hunger games really disturbed him. 
            He remembered the time he thought about joining the hunger games. He sat there with this girl he was crushing on. Her name was Quite. She was beautiful she had long blonde hair and she always wore flowers. She sat there crushing on Cato. "He is so handsome" she would say. She would fawn over him and during the games she even sent him some items. 
            "What would I guy like me have to do to win you." Asked Remius. And she would just giggle. "Oh I don't know just something more." 
            He would bring her flowers. And ask the same question: "What would I guy like me have to do to win you." And she would respond the same way: "Oh I don't know just something more." 
            He would even go hunting and bring her an elk. "What would I have to do to win you" he asked. Giggle. "Oh, I don't know just something more."
            That was how it went. And he knew that even that day but he still needed to answer the question. Later that day, he met that one boy who was constantly preaching about the atrocities of the capitol. His name was Demp. 
            He was also hanging out with his friend, Mer, a classmate of his. Mer and Demp were talking on a field of flowers when Remius approached them.
            "So did you guy watch the hunger games last night?" Remius asked interrupting about the finer points of the upcoming election for president snow or Feydor Goodmen.
            "No!" said Mer. "Remius… we're not talking about that."
            "What it's the hunger games!" said Remius.
            "A lot of good people are in the hunger games." Said Demp.
            "What you can't not watch it. it's the hunger games!" said Remius.
            "No! we are not watching the hunger games! It's horrible! If you love the hunger games why don't you join it." said Mer.
            "Come on! When that girl Kitness Everdear came out and she lit on fire! Did you see that! She was so fucking hot!" said Remius trying to reenact Katniss Everdeen during the hunger games.  
"It's Katniss Everdeen! And her and the rest of the contestants are all going to die! Think that's worth watching!" Said Mer. "But back to the conversation! I really think Feydor Goodman is a good choice for this election." 
            "Ain't no use in voting. Ain't no use talking about who you're going to vote for." Said Demp.
            "Why not?" asked Remius.
            "I'll tell you why guy because President Snow has got Panem in his pocket, as long as he lives everyone he's unopposed.
            Remius knew danger and he knew President Snow was nothing but danger. So, he walked away. But that didn't stop him from thinking. Could you be raised in a culture so wrong that right was the most foreign thing you could think of? 
            Danger was what kept Remius away from what's right, but soon enough danger would come calling. He knew it too. He felt it whisper into his ear as the television announcement came on: 
"Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
            Danger is the key to my success He thought as he looked. If you love the hunger games so much than why don't you join it? He was ready to face the hunger games.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kiol
 
            Kiol was a hunger games fanatic. Anything that brought glory to the Capitol Kiol liked. His heart filled up with pride every single time he thought about the Capitol. He even wrote poems about the Capitol:
The Heart of Panem
With love for every district
What makes whole Panem
Is the heart of every nillisstic 
The capitol's every whim.
Oh! sweet lady by your grace
May the districts fight for you
So they may learn their place
So much so that this poem was made for you
 
            A proud member of the cock party. Nothing had made him happier the day of the 71th hunger games when he was only 8 years old. He and his father were standing next to the parade route. His father put him on his shoulders. "There!" said his father. 
            "You see that guy with the play dough head." Kiol giggled at that. He pointed to a man with orange hair. "That's who I got my money on for winning."
            Later there was a party where you got to meet the contestants. Kiol's father had gotten him in. And they went up to the man with the play dough head and asked him a few questions:
            "I'm rooting for you" said his father to playdough head.
            "You go get em' killer!" Kiol told him. 
            "I appreciate it." Playdough head told his father.
            Then, he turned to Kiol. He saw a bit of something in his eyes. A look from a man who wanted to be understood. 
            "Listen, kid." Playdough head told him. "I and most of the other contestants don't want to be in the hunger games. We don't like doing this." 
            Kiol tried to understand that but when he did all that came out was some gibberish that went a little bit like this: "Listen to me you son-of-a-bitch." The words son of a bitch all blended in together. "Your gonna do this and its going to be the greatest day of your life. Why? Because you are doing this for yourself. We say it in the capitol all the time: 'Live like an individual' Now! You get out there and you slay the competition!" said Kiol. "Yeah" he said pumping his fist in the air. Playdough head knew he wasn't going to be understood by this kid, so he bit his tongue and sullenly walked away.
Kiol didn't really notice, he was so taken by his own speech. Now at the age of thirteen. He was trying to come to terms about the fact that the capitol was falling down in front of him. They even pulled down the statue of President Yemin. The first president of Panem. He was standing there next to his family as they pulled straps across the solid gold frame.
            As it was falling his father had taken off his baseball hat and threw it on the ground and stomped on it. And, Kiol did just the same thing. "They can't do this" said Kiol's father. His mother tried to console his father.
            Kiol got really upset and started to yell obscenities at them. That led one of the other kids from the districts to push him down. Kiol didn't know such indignity. To be pushed down by one of the children from the districts was traumatizing to him or at least he believed it to be so.
            He began to cry and looked up to his father. They went home. 
 
The balcony was filled with flowers going all the way up along the wall. All of the flowers were maintained by an avox gardener. The balcony fence was also covered with flowers. He was busy throwing rocks at the rioters from the districts when the balcony television turned on. "Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
             "h-what" said Kiol. "They can't do that" he looked at his hands. Could they be made to kill…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Humming
 
 
            Hummings went about most of his day not thinking about anything at all. It was hard to think when everyone around you was dying. So, he built a cocoon around himself.
            Hummings was gorgeous. He had curly blonde locks, marshmallow eyes, milky skin undertones, and a curved nose. He also had other features, darker features…
            He was buried in a building with white walls. He was an orphan of the capitol. And the Capitol gave him a choice: either enter into the districts or be an experiment. 
They didn't use avoxes because most avoxes were imprisoned for rebelling. It didn't make since to use them. At least not for higher experiments like giving people strange abilities.
            Hummings was a rational person so he knew to stay with the Capitol. He remembered little of his family. He kind of thought all the other test subjects at the Capitol were his brothers and sisters.
            Hummings's favorite sister was Tigra. His little Asian sister. She had hair growing all over her face. Her tests were not working out. 
            Tigra could stick to walls and spit out webbing. While Hummings body was changed to be more battle ready. He had a shaved whole at the top most part of his two front teeth. Right in-between them. He had legs that were very muscular and huge feet that allowed him to run at faster speeds. With three large front toes and one in the back. They were like ostrich legs, but fleshy. He had claws that were made of bone that were sharpened that stuck out of his fingers. Lastly, he had sharp teeth that could take huge chunks out of a person. But, depite all of this, he was beautiful with flawless skin and curly, gold hair.
            Hummings currently was living in the white building that had yet to be overthrown by the rebels. Hummings wasn't really allowed to do much there.
            Now he was at the building where they were running a few tests on their human subjects. Nothing too serious, like battling, just how far he could retract his claws. Stuff like that. It was all necessary since he was about to be put into the battlefield. But it was already too late. 
            He was in a room of, you guessed it, all white. It was sort of like a doctor's office. 
            "Can you do another inch." Asked the test conductor.
            "Sure, I'll try." Said Hummings and he groaned for a minute but was just barely able to make his claws 7 inches.
            Hummings looked over and saw one of the higher ups near the twin doors talking to another man. "The news just came in we are going underground."
            Hummings sighed. All of this rebellion made him wonder if he should even be doing this for the capitol. They made him a monster. He remembered how many of the other orphan children died due to all the experimentation. And how he turned all the fears of dying over to the dark side of his mind. 
            It might be time to abandon the capitol he thought. 
            His motivations were strengthened by the news broadcast. "Greetings everyone! Now that the war has official come to an end. We are now announcing the start of a brand-new hunger games. This time the ballots will be selected from the capitol's pool of ballots."
            "The hunger games…" said Hummings. "The Capitol is in for a tough road."

Its the 76th Hunger Games and the ballots are in. Who will win? Vote for your side as 24 contestants battle to the death. 12 POV characters, the children of the Capitol, will all compete for the winning title of victors, just remember the odds are never in your favor.

News was always put on at 5pm until my bedtime every Monday to Fridays. Sometimes it was interesting, sometimes it was boring. Sansai Country news was always fun somehow. and since overpopulation came a problem in Sansai I refused to go to bed when it was on. They were thinking of introducing then hunger games again. I hoped I will because that whopping cash prize would mean alot to me. Even though we had a grand manor with a balcony and the newest Mercedes C- Class. But that jackpot was like winning the lottery and I could really do with a pool. And perhaps a limo not that I am really desperate for all these items. Dr John Hughes was thinking he create a virtual hunger games to solve overpopulation but he never really got into detail about it. How can a computer game which millions can play solve overpopulation? He said this was to take about a month and I couldn't wait. Did I tell you I love computer games? Even though I am only fifteen I make loads of money of these stuff. Thanks to WatchTube I earn loads of pounds from my gaming videos and that helps me use my own money to buy gamepasses on games and other games without begging my parents. And like some other parents would say, "Ask your dad/ mum. or no. or wait till your GCSE."  Which concludes to why I don't ask. Anyways so they only said the insignificant details such as:
THE HUNGER GAMES (COMPUTER GAME) IS OUR SOLUTION TO OVER POPULATION 

IT WILL BE RELEASE NEXT MONTH

HOW IS NOT GOING TO BE TOLD: YOU SHALL FIND OUT

THE GAME IS GOING TO HAVE TO MEMBERS FROM EACH DISTRICT OF SANSAI AND ONLY SANSAI

THERE ARE GOING TO BE MANY 5 DIFFERENT GAMES BEING PLAYED MEAN THERE WILL BE 10 IN TOTAL FROM EACH DISTRICT.
I Knew I had to play this. I knew that if I recorded this first I'd go viral in less then an hour. I have been viral many times from like thousands to hundreds thousands but by viral now I am talking millions. maybe even billions. and I need to get their before anyone else. Especially Dynamite. My WatchTube Enemy who also tries to record new games before me but that never happens. and this year he'd do anything to try and record this. ANYTHING. And that's why I have my calender and I am going to mark a month and get ready to play. The hunger games is like a real life fortnite and I am the fortnite goddess do I will so win the hunger games with a battle royale or whatever they call it.

Games are things you play. Harmless entertainment. But when the hunger games- THE COMPUTER GAME comes out and over population becomes a problem with the districts in your country. Will the hunger game the Computer games help? or not?

Translated by Coldtaco
Edited by Aelryinth
Chen Mo was quite satisfied. He was worried about the audio side of things of the game, so the skill book was a godsend.
Chen Mo always hired people to do BGM and sound effects for his game, as he did not have any musical bones in him.
For some of the classic games, it will be impossible to recreate them perfectly just from dictation. Therefore it would be better if he took matters into his own hands.
Chen Mo tapped and activated it immediately. The blue skill book turned into rays of light and entered his fingertips.
Chen Mo took out the keyboard from his office that had been provided by the competition officials. Thinking he wouldn't be able to use it, he had put it away, as it was just gathering dust.
After trying out a couple scales, he connected it to the computer and produced a simple ten second long BGM. Chen Mo felt that it sounded alright, and he was able to handle the audio part himself for simpler games.
"Not bad, off to a good start. Now all that's left is to see the results for the two ten spins."
Chen Mo took a deep breath and tapped the ten spins button.
Clack, clack, clack...
The wheel spun up and slowed down constantly, finishing ten spins within thirty seconds. The ten draws showed on the screen in the order they were drawn.
Designer Skill Books: three Coding books, four Level Design books.
Special Skill Books: one +10 Original Art
Special Effects Book: one +10 Animation Skills
Special Equipment: Memory Playback Potion
This caught Chen Mo's attention. Pretty good, ten draws did make a difference! It felt like the chances of drawing blue and purple rares were much higher than single draws!
Chen Mo hurriedly checked out the effects of the special equipment.
Memory Playback Potion: After consuming, freely remember any forgotten or murky memories, lasts for four hours. 
That was pretty good! Chen Mo badly needed that item.
There were many games that Chen Mo had played before that he could barely remember now. Although there was a faint impression, it wasn't enough to reproduce all the details.
With the Memory Playback Potion, Chen Mo would be able to dive into his past memories. As long as he has played it or done a deep dive into it, he'd be able to recall the experience.
Chen Mo consumed the skill books without giving them much thought.
Coding skills +3, Level Design +4. Chen Mo estimated that his true coding ability was about 27, and his true Level Design ability was about 35. Combined with the Memory Playback Potion, recreating some more complicated minigames wasn't a problem.
There were two other Special Skill Books: one for Original Art, another for Animation.
It was obvious that the drawing mechanism was programmed to separate skills, such as art and music, that weren't related to video game engineering, to be part of the Special Skill Books.
Original Art +10, Chen Mo's Original Art skills had been raised to 19, and were now able to deal with games with simpler art styles.
From barely anything to now something, Animation skills were now decent with the +10 skill book. Chen Mo could now do some simple 2D animations, which was key.
-Draw again!-
With another ten draws in him, Chen Mo tapped on the screen once again.
Clack, clack, clack...
The wheel started spinning once again, and another ten items followed it.
Designer Skill Books: seven Storyboarding skill books, two Coding skill books.
Special Equipment: Lucky Capsule.
Chen Mo almost fainted; the difference was way too big!
-You have to be kidding!-
Not only wasn't there a single blue skill book, the green skill books that were drawn were in the most unnecessary aspects, coding and storyboarding!
Chen Mo was hurting after that. Every ten draws cost a hundred thousand RMB!
However, Chen Mo felt better when he saw the special equipment.
Lucky Capsule: After consumption substantially increases luck, lasts for ten minutes.
-What does this do? Am I gonna pick up five million bucks when I go outside?-
-Effect lasts for ten minutes... obviously it was meant to be used alongside drawing ten! Next time I'll find ten million credits and spin for ten ten times!-
"Whatever, I'll save it for next time…"
Chen Mo was now in a sticky situation. With his credits depleted and a hundred thousand RMB in the bank, it would be too risky to dump the rest of it into credits. The safer bet would be to come back after earning some money by producing his first game.
Chen Mo consumed the Storyboarding and Coding books. Although these were Chen Mo's strengths, they were still far from perfect, and in the end they were still useful.
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Cehn Mo turned off the virtual display in an attempt to calm down.
Two hundred thousand RMB spent on top-ups, skill books were drawn, special equipment was drawn, all that's left was for Chen Mo to make his first real game.
Chen Mo was still hesitant on which game to make.
From a pure money-making perspective, a Chinese pay-to-win mobile game from his previous life would be the best choice.
These games weren't super high quality, purely attracting players using the coding side of things. You shouldn't make such a game too much about monetization.
However, Chen Mo was worried about two things.
First was his coding abilities.
The reason Chinese pay-to-win games are able to keep their players paying was by stimulating them using well made code. Just because you improve your strength in game using money doesn't mean the game would be profitable.
Therefore software engineers within the Chinese video game industry had very high statuses, only second to the producer as software engineers control the tempo of the game.
Making the code well would mean giving the game a proper foundation. The game can be saved even if the graphics looked bad or if the playstyle was repetitive. But if the coding weren't done well, the game would be dead on arrival with no breathing room.
As Chen Mo didn't even have thirty points in his coding abilities there were some risks to making a game like this, even with the help of the Memory Playback Potion.
The code for these games were always semi-hidden including combat calculations, attribute growth, effectiveness relationship, economy algorithms etc. Every one of these have their own proprietary configurations, and maintained by professionals, essentially a trade secret where the average joe has no access to it.
Because the code is such a big part of these games, as soon as the code is leaked, other companies will be able to use that as a framework and produce a knockoff.
Chen Mo would have to write all the code by hand if he made a game like this. However, he didn't have confidence manipulating the code based on his current abilities.
There was another problem: player acceptance!
The main method of profit in this world still depended on sales per game.
Top-up services, especially pay-to-win, were not mainstream. Furthermore, there hadn't been anyone fully committed to pay-to-win.
If he produced an average pay-to-win game and the gamers discovered it was pay-to-win, would they accept it?
Would they be strongly against it, negatively affecting him and the company's image? Maybe there would be some players who would just boycott his next games?
It was hard to say. Just because there was a low chance of it happening didn't mean it wouldn't happen. As this was Chen Mo's first game, he didn't want to take the risk.
The tastes of gamers and the place for pay-to-win games in this world were unknown, and the grounds needed to be tested, step by step. One misstep might be devastating.
Therefore, Chen Mo chose to make a safer choice, and make a stand-alone game and an honest living out of it.
Stabilizing himself using this game, at least putting the name of Thunderbolt Gaming out there, and then slowly testing the limits of the players was what Chen Mo had in mind!


Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer.
After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. 
Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world?
Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams!
Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool. 

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