this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

I had been notified by a Reader about the Audio Book and how some parts are bad and would like to remove it, I want to ask what all should not be used to let the Audio Book be good and not get bad, if you can put all the things you can to improve it will help, I will make a Audio book type by Removing or adding for a Separete Novel.

this will not be added to this novel but on a Different Novel same Fallout 4 Infinity Novel, just changed for audio book Listeners and this one will be for Readers to help both sides out they will have the same story but it will have different set up.

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Waking up in Fallout 4 little over two Months before the events of the Bombs fall. what to plan before everything changes?

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Main Character: Specter Lord. °Own Character°

Secondary Main Character: Grit Jones, Personality: °YouTuber: StephenPlays Fallout 4 °

 I lay on my back in my hospital bed looking at the fluoresce lights on the hospital ceiling. I could tell my time was almost up. I am only expected to live to twenty years old and today is my birthday, June 6. You know I thought that I would be more scared when realizing that I realistically only had a couple more months to live or might even die today, but honestly I'm alright. I have no one that I am sad leaving behind and am sure as heck that I don't want to continue living like this....in pain and watch my body slowly wither away. I wasn't always like this, but after I turned 13 I was diagnosed with severe lung cancer. At first, my parents du everything they could to get me help and all my friends were extremely supportive of me and my condition. But slowly one by one all my friends abandoned me, I can't tell if they just thought I was a lost cause or if they felt like I wasn't worth all the trouble and the pampering. Though I depressed about it I still had my parents, but eventually they too stopped trying as hard once they found out they couldn't change anything. That was fine....they still took care of me and loved me and I couldn't bare watching them trying to find the financial resources to try and get me help. But that once again changed when my parents gave birth to my little sister. At first, they would come all the time to show me and let me play with my little sister, but later on when my condition got worse they almost stopped visiting me entirely. Their excuses were that my little sister shouldn't be exposed to death so early and that she may suffer trauma if she sees my condition. Then, they just stopped coming entirely, no more visits.....not even a call. I could try and understand their reasoning, but it still hurt and frustrated me. I can't remember how many times I cried myself to sleep over it. They didn't even come on my birthday's and holidays. And I eventually grew numb to that too. The only thing that could distract me from my despair were the audio books that the doctors let me listen too. Eventually I got so weak that I couldn't even lift a book properly so those were my only options. The audio books allowed me to close my eyes, forget about my pain, and just imagine myself as one of the people in the book. My favorites were adventure and mythology books, so my favorite series was Percy Jackson by Rick Riordan. I love how adventurous and charismatic the characters are, but my favorite character of them all was Poseidon. I've always loved the beaches and the oceans but haven't gotten that chance to be on one since I was 13, there was never any time for that, only check-ups and tests. 

I press the call button on my bed with the little remaining strength I have and ask the nurse to put on Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief. Then I close my eyes and drown in the enchanting voice of the audiobook reader..."Look, I didn't want I be a half-blood. If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe what lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time you get killed in painful, nasty ways............"
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Dylan Hughes was a boy who lived almost all his life in a hospital. His life expectancy was only twenty years, so no one wanted to get too close to him only to watch him waste away. His only company were the nurses, doctors, and books he read while in his hospital room. One day he died in his sleep only to wake up in the body of his favorite god in his favorite book series. Watch what he does with his new lease on life!

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(I’ll update once or twice a week)

Previously, Father Chen had taken Super Chen to have his head shaved to cut off his fantasy of pursuing the art of language through "perming"… but it was no use. Four-year-old Super Chen was fluent in Beijing-accented guankou[1]; who knew what crosstalk masterpiece he had secretly learned from.
Young children were quick learners, especially when it came to things that they were particularly interested in.
This time, Father Chen felt like he had been thoroughly bamboozled by Super Chen. There was a saying: "bamboozling dad is what a youngster does[2]"… Actually, Father Chen also felt he was at fault since he didn't explain the definition of "outsider" to Super Chen last night.
Apart from heaven and earth, and you and I, everyone else were outsiders.
The dojo disciples were very close to Super Chen, and he obviously didn't treat this group of brothers as outsiders… 
It was just that Father Chen had barely stepped into the dojo before he heard Super Chen shouting that he had been split in two, which was a slightly odd feeling.
The secret that Xiaoling was a genius couldn't be hidden anymore, at least not in the dojo.
Father Chen dropped his forehead into his hand.
Hence, at the end of the morning lesson, Father Chen called over the disciples who knew about it one by one for a heart-to-heart, and had to stress that they keep the matter secret. But whether or not it would remain a secret, he had no idea… These disciples might be old clients of the dojo, but they also took classes at Balance Magic Center; their studies didn't intersect at all.
Father Chen couldn't guarantee that these disciples would keep their mouths shut. Who knew, they might turn "traitor" one day and spill the beans.
If Liang Heng found out about this, it would be a huge problem… 
Father Chen was a little absent-minded as he pondered this while he taught his classes that day. Some of the disciples who didn't know what was going on thought that the author of the novel Father Chen was following was on hiatus again, so he was in a bad mood.
"Did that writer of Let Go of that Wet Nurse stop updating again?" asked a disciple.
"No idea…"
A few of the disciples whispered among themselves as they left the dojo.
The only three in the know who had come early that morning felt so stifled it was uncomfortable.
Father Chen had specially looked for them at noon to enjoin them not to expose Wang Xiaoling's situation, but there were times when hiding a secret was so unbearable that you wanted to cut someone… 
It was thus in this sort of situation that the wise saying which everyone had probably heard before was born: I'll tell you a secret! But you can't tell anyone else!
And so, Wang Xiaoling's secret was leaked, just like that… 
Although Wang Ling was inside Wang Xiaoling's body, he saw and heard everything clearly with his King's Eye godly perspective… 
... 
That night, a depressed Father Chen went to read a novel to destress. Each person faced pressure, and also had their own way to destress. Father Chen's way was very simple, and that was to read a book.
Here, Wang Ling learned another secret of Father Chen's – it turned out that Father Chen was also a fan of Father Wang! That evening, the book Father Chen was reading was that Let Go of That Wet Nurse which Father Wang started writing twelve years earlier and had just finished at ten million words.
But back then, Father Wang's book hadn't been serialized for long and he had yet to sign a guru contract. His overall number of fans certainly couldn't compare with what it would be like twelve years in the future. No one could have imagined how this book would seal his status as a guru and make him rich twelve years later, with even the head of state becoming his fan.
Wang Ling never thought that he would be the source of "concern" for two fathers at the same time… 
Father Chen was reading a book now because he was fretting over Wang Xiaoling's secret being leaked.
While the reason Father Wang wrote novels was in fact because he had been fretting over Wang Ling… 
Mother Wang officially stopped writing when Wang Ling was three or four years old.
Before Wang Ling came up with the Dao talisman seal to restrict his own strength, he would occasionally break the furniture which the family owned. Mother Wang's author fees and Father Wang's work income weren't enough to support the family at all.
Father Wang thus furtively came up with the idea of writing novels to supplement the family income.
Who would have known that after banging out 26,000 words for the debut of Let Go of That Wet Nurse, it would directly became a top-ten bestseller… 
It was after that that Father Wang came clean.
He told Mother Wang the truth, then quit his job to write novels fulltime to support the family. Not long after that, Mother Wang stopped writing and devoted herself to taking care of, guiding and educating Wang Ling.
Husband and wife had gone to great pains for Wang Ling.
... 
That evening, Wang Xiaoling was playing with plasticine which Super Chen had given to her when she had just arrived yesterday. Super Chen was playing a video game on the side. Halfway through his game, Super Chen's wristwatch alarm suddenly rang. He tossed the game console aside casually and then took out an e-book reader from a drawer.
Wang Xiaoling was clearly confused.
Super Chen smiled at Wang Xiaoling. "It's time to study the art of language!"
Wang Ling was stunned. It turned out Super Chen was actually learning it from novels… 
He saw Super Chen open the e-book page. Sure enough, Super Chen ultimately opened that Let Go of That Wet Nurse on the e-shelf… Actually, Super Chen didn't know what he should read, so he added all the books on his father's e-shelf to his own.
There was a novel called Baijie[3] which he couldn't find, but that was fine… 
Super Chen now had more than ten books for his summer break, and the first one was Let Go of That Wet Nurse. After reading these ten or so books, it was enough for him to tentatively touch "the gateway to the art of language"!
He was only four years old, and there were many words he didn't recognize, but the e-book reader had an audio reading function!
And so, the online novel written by Father Wang was read out in a very jerky, electronic voice.
Wang Ling's comment was: dry and very chuuni… 
After all, this was an online novel. There were some expressions for which, if you read it quietly on your own, you could imagine the protagonist's emotions and the scene in which he would utter the words. However, when they were read out loud, it might give you goosebumps.
Halfway through the chapter, the electronic voice stuttered. Super Chen thought it was something wrong with the app, but then he saw a string of streamers floating across the top of the page as a sticky… 
"Wow, so much money! Someone rich has come!" exclaimed four-year-old Super Chen. Although he hadn't been reading online novels for very long, he had clearly done some homework and knew what the gifts meant.
However, Super Chen soon realized that this massive sum wasn't for Father Wang.
Twelve years ago, in Father Wang's debut as a newbie, his sales, subscriptions and monthly votes all skyrocketed. As the year drew to a close, he was naturally a contender for Newcomer of the Year.
A sole gift of more than ten thousand yuan would be displayed directly at the top of the app as a sticky.
In terms of book currency, that was one million.
But that string of one million in book currency which had just appeared was a gift to another guru.
This was an advertisement as well as a show of strength against Father Wang by the gurus who were competing for the title as the new Best Author.
[1] Can be literally translated as "talk strings," and is part of a crosstalk act in which a performer recites something at incredible rapid-fire speed.
[2] Refers to the 人不XX枉少年 catchphrase which can translate to "you're not young if you don't XX."
[3] Possibly a reference to an erotic audio book called "Young Married Woman Baijie."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Elizabeth and Brianna watched Mia walk to her seat. 
"Mia is leaving us…", Liz sighed.
"Actually…", Bri hesitated under Liz's questioning gaze. "Quentin asked me to go with him to the planetarium after lunch. And you know how I like those 3D effects…"
Liz could not believe her ears. "You are also leaving?"
"Max is here. I'm sure he will not leave without you."
"Yes, but I hoped to spend time with you.", Liz admitted while missing Bri's hint.
"Don't worry, we will meet for dinner and take it from there.", Bri comforted Liz.

Liz and Bri waved at Mia and Hunter on their way out. 
Olivia was right behind them. 
"Thanks for the lunch. I will see you tomorrow. They will drop me off to my next destination…", Olivia told Liz when she passed by them and waved at Bri.

Liz looked at Max and Chris and thought how if those two don't get along, she will also bail on whatever afternoon plans Chris made. It's a weekend, and she wants to enjoy and relax, and the current friction between Chris and Max is impossible to miss and not pleasant. She wondered, what is wrong with those two?

Bri went back to her seat and thought about last night and that morning and this lunch while looking at Quentin who was struggling with last few bites of his seafood salad. 
Quentin was on the verge of giving up halfway, but when Bri told him that she will go with him to the planetarium IF he finishes the salad, his vitality returned. 
Bri observed Quentin's pale complexion and wondered if he will be able to keep the food down. She placed her hand over his, preventing him to lift the fork to his mouth.
"That's enough.", she said with a smile.
He dropped the fork instantly and took few large gulps of his beer. 
"Why didn't you stop me a hundred bites ago?", he whined.
Bri stifled a laugh. "Then it was not enough."
Quentin sighed. "All this suffering would be unnecessary, if you could read my mind and see how sincere I am in treating you well."
"I am not a mind reader.", Bri said matter-of-factly.
"You can ask Max about my intentions. That is the next best thing." 
Bri turned to Max and remembered how much effort he puts into getting Liz's attention. Will he be more successful if he knows Liz's thoughts? Bri said that she will not help him anymore, but… 
She tugged Max's sleeve. 
"Give me your phone number…", she said softly.
Max raised his eyebrows in surprise and then told her his number which she directly entered as a new contact.
A minute later, Max's phone buzzed with a notification. He checked and it's from an unknown number… an audio file with a note: "Listen in private." 
It took him a second to glance at Bri.
"You are welcome.", she mouthed to Max and turned to Quentin. "Shall we?"
Quentin was queasy from the food he ate but delighted that Bri accepted to spend the afternoon with him. He will not allow this nausea to prevent him from going to the planetarium with his fiery Goddess!

Max watched Quentin and Bri leave and he was itchy to listen to the recording. It must be relevant if Bri send it now. He can see in the properties of the file that it was recorded that same morning, 10:13 AM. That is the time he and Liz were in her apartment with everyone else… before Hunter arrived. Why would Bri send this? He was there… except, when he went to talk to Quentin. Now his curiosity was eating him alive. What did Liz talk about with the girls in his absence, important enough for Brianna to send it to him?!!
He does not want to leave Liz alone with Chris, especially not after he pushed his buttons in Liz's absence. Max hoped that Chris will snap and attack him physically, in which case Liz would definitely come to Max's rescue and despise Chris. But Liz returned before Chris blew up and Max has to admire his tolerance. 
Thinking about the audio file that Bri sent, it can't be more than a minute, and if the snobby doctor didn't make any progress in weeks he is having lunches with Elizabeth, he is probably harmless. Also, his sour mood might push Elizabeth away from him.
"Excuse me…", Max said while getting out of his chair. 
He headed toward the restrooms, found a quiet corner in the hallway and played the audio…
Mia: "And? What did you say?"
Liz: "I said that I'm glad that he can be honest with me."
Bri: "And?"
Liz: "Nothing. That's it. Should there be something else?"
Mia: (laughed) "Liz, that is so… you."
Liz: "I don't get it."
Bri: "When a guy tells you that he is interested in you, you should tell him if it's mutual or not."
Liz: "But he didn't ask any questions."
Olivia: "If he asked, what would you say?"
Liz: "I didn't think about it. I… I'm having a good time with him. And he is nice to me. Does it need to be anything more than that?"
Mia: "You plan to keep him in the friendzone?"
Liz: "Friendzone? I didn't think about it one way or the other. As I said, I'm having a good time with him. If things progress further than that, it should be something that happens naturally. Not because you said 'yes' or 'no' like flipping a switch."
Bri: "So, you are not opposed to dating Max?"
Liz: "Uhm… … … You know that I am focused on my career and proving to my father and to everyone else that I'm capable, right? Honestly, I never thought about romance or dating or anything like that which is absolutely outside of my comfort zone. But, that is how I always was, horrible with hints and with anything that can't be measured and scientifically proved. Dating is all about two people going out and sharing the thrill of new experiences while discovering each other, connecting on an intimate level. If Max says into my face that he likes me and he wants to date me and for me to be his girlfriend, I will think that he is joking. Why would a great guy like him be interested in a no-fun girl like me?" 
Mia: "Oh, Liz, sweetie…"
…the recording ended.
Max leaned on the wall and listened the last part one more time just to make sure he heard it right.
He knew that Liz is interested in her career, and that she wants to prove herself. The new thing is that she is not dismissing him as a potential partner, and that is a good thing but… how is it possible that a brilliant girl like Elizabeth thinks that she is not good enough for a man like him? She said that she is no-fun, and that he is a great guy. 
In the whole conversation, she never mentioned his fickle playboy partying, or that their photo ended up on that website and strangers made lecherous comments at her because of him, or that he deceived her by letting her think he is gay. 
Max was convinced that he is making close to zero progress because of his lifestyle, because she is so much above him and she does not want to get involved with a guy like him. 
Max realized that under all that successful-career confidence is a woman who is insecure, and he failed to see how fragile she is.
She is an angel... so pure that she can't see his dirt. Her capability to see only good in people always amazes him.
Max sent a reply to Bri: "Thanks"
Max told himself that Elizabeth is a gem, and there is NO WAY he is letting that snobby doctor or anyone else have her. 
It is not too late. It is never too late to reconsider your priorities. And Max's priorities are to fix himself so that he is a man worthy of standing by Liz's side.
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Elizabeth (aka Liz): an attractive young lady, smart, career-driven, self-sufficient, wants to save the world (one surgery at a time).

Maximilian (aka Max): hot, smart, rich, playboy, who loves to party!

What happens when Liz and Max meet due to an accident? Their personalities are clashing but persistent accidents keep pulling them together.

An accident: an event that happens by chance or that is without apparent or deliberate cause. 

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Mature content! 18+

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Max was confused. "Aren't you appalled by my words? Offended? Why are you still here and not running to your place?"
Liz shrugged. "Last night you promised no lies. And I hope that you are comfortable enough with me to say what is on your mind. No matter if you are gay or not, the fact that I feel safe with you will not change. Unless you do something to prove me wrong."
Max was surprised by this logic. But then he remembered the deal they made: he will not lie, no games and he will treat her with respect… and she believes him.
"You want to know what is on my mind?" He decided to try his luck: "I want to kiss you."
Liz frowned for a second while thinking about how to respond. Then she craned her neck and pointed at her cheek. "Here."
Max was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "That is not the kiss I was going for."
"That is the only one you will get. Take it or leave it."
Max is not silly to miss an opportunity. "I will take whatever you are willing to give me."

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At this very moment, my mind was like my internet browser, nineteen tabs open while three of them are frozen and I have no idea where the music was coming from. 

A thousand thoughts were spiraling inside the genius head of mine, while my face was as red as a monkey’s bottom. Thoughts like ‘Who is this man the Queen Dowager was having an affair with?’ or ‘Is he someone of formidable power and prestige?’ or ‘Is he just a boytoy of the viper Queen?’ or ‘Could he be a hidden variable danger who might jeopardize our future plans?’ One side of my brain was stuck with such complex contemplations while the other side was busy dealing with the awkwardness of this rare degrading moment. 

 

“(Ahem!)… Are there any underaged children in the room at present?” I don’t know why I said that, well I was just trying to ease the situation by cracking ridiculous jokes but after I blurted out nonsense in a fluster, I realized I had just made the already awkward situation even worse. My hands holding on to the recorder pen shook ever so slightly. 

The otherwise pin-drop silent room was reverberating with the whimpering noises of the Queen Dowager’s once-upon-a pink spring night. 

I veered at the face of the two people currently petrified to their positions, their expressions unspeakably dumbstruck, as though being stuck by lightning, their faces enflamed, as they stood solidified as statues bolted to the floor. 

And at this moment of time, I was not sure if I was awkward because of the situation or the situation was awkward because of me. I only knew that my life had become a series of awkward and mortifying moments separated by snacks. 

With quivering hands, I fumbled with the switch of the audio recorder pen and finally succeeded in tuning the embarrassing thing off. 

“Aha…Hahaha… Haha….(Cough!) I-Its true what they say huh, we shouldn’t trust what our eyes show us blindly, even salt looks like sugar.” I tried again to ease the already awkward situation a bit, but the duo in the room only stared back at me with weirded eyes, as if questioning me with their eyes, ‘Is-this-really-the-time-to-speak-of-such-words?’ And what do you say to that? 

Hence tacitly so, I decided to shut up for the good of mankind. 

In a haste, I fast-forwarded the recording of the Queen Dowager’s spring night and then replayed the audio once again. 

“(Huff!) And? Is everything going according to the laid out plans?” 

“What are you so worried about with me around? Of course, everything is going smoothly. You can rest assured my Queen, in the next twenty days, you will have Reuben’s head in a silver platter, all garnished and all. Hahaha..!” 

Both Lord Xavier and Cassandra’s eyes bulged three points when they heard the male voice’s words, but what finally set them off was the Queen Dowager’s following phrase. 

“(Sigh!) I hope so too. That conniving cretin is too sleek. Every time I try to set him up, he ends up slipping right out of my grasp. But this time, (Chuckle!) If everything goes right, he along with Calavaria should be wiped out off the map of Reveldron entirely.” 

Lord Xavier was visibly shaking when he heard the Queen Dowager. Because, no one knew Reuben went to Calavaria with Lord Gilbert. Here Alexteris was disguising himself as the king and sitting upon the golden throne to confuse the crowd, but the crowd that we wanted to confuse, was not confused at all. Instead, they were setting up a trap within our trap to confuse us in turn, while at the meantime, taking advantage of our misperception to take out the king in one fell swoop. What genius plotting! 

I couldn’t help but shudder at the mere comprehension of our current situation. This Queen Dowager was on a whole another level. 

“Don’t you worry, My Queen. He has nowhere to run. Even Zeldereth is going to turn its back on the Regalious siblings this time. I will help you so you can take the throne away from the younger Regalious at ease after we are finished with Reuben.” 

 

“(Giggle!) What would I do without you, Viz.” The Queen Dowager’s girly giggle sounded more like a sinister chiming to my ears, sending chills down my spine. 

“For you, my dear love, I will lay down the entire world at your feet. What is a mere juvenile youth who is still wet behind his ears.” 

“I am fortunate to have you by my side, Viz. But I was really taken aback by the fire in the Southern Palace this time. I'm not really bothered by it, but that fool of an uncle of mine seems to be getting a bit ahead of himself, acting increasingly big-headed and reckless. We don’t want to scare the snake by hitting the grass prior to the right time. You understand what I mean, right?” 

“Of course my Queen, I shall warn Loghard to know his limits.” 

The earth-shattering truths my audio recorder pen revealed were nothing sort of a laughing matter. All the people in the room were so blindsided that they even seem to have forgotten to breathe for a moment. 

“….. His Majesty… His Majesty is in danger!” Lord Xavier suddenly exclaimed. 

All our expressions were similar to that of dreadful right now. All of us knew what and where it all went wrong. Queen Dowager Beatrice was already aware that Alexteris was sitting on the throne right now in place of Reuben, not only that, but she also set up a ruse to murder Reuben during this very expedition. Not to mention the fact that she knew who set fire to the Southern Palace. 

 

Geovelle Loghard! 

And who was this mysterious mob boss like figure called Viz behind the Queen Dowager? I could only gulp at the magnitude of the secrets that had been unveiled in a staggeringly simultaneous pattern. 

“His Majesty! I must go to aid His Majesty right this instant.” Lord Xavier did not look his usual self, he looked tired and disheveled and very perturbed. 

“Lord Xavier, please calm down.” I tried to pacify the anxious-looking man a bit. “We cannot afford to alert the Queen Dowager at this crucial moment. We must handle this matter with utter caution. If the Queen Dowager gets even the slightest of hint of us becoming aware of her devious plans, everything will be for naught.” 

Lord Xavier was a veteran in both court politics and the battlefield, so the initially nervous Lord quickly calmed himself down when he heard me. 

“You're right Your Highness. This official has been short-sighted for a moment. Forgive my indiscretion.” He bowed his head, abashed. 

“Both of you take your leave for the moment. We all need to cool down our heads and think of our future plan of action.” I said as I dismissed the two for the night. “And remember to be extra careful now, these are desperate times.” I reminded them before sending them away. Because these really were desperate times. The Queen Dowager who I thought to be totally clueless was so well-aware of the biggest secret of the Regalious brothers switching each other’s places, not to mention the fact that she planned to wipe out an entire city just to kill Reuben! How whacko was this woman! 

I bit my lip in unease as I fell back onto the bed, extremely worried about my volatile future. I realized once again that, whatever the future held for me, it was going to be nothing sort of pretty. 

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She is a Lady, but she spews profanities like    
               they were made for her. 

She is what you would call....A F*cking Lady.

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Zylith Sanders was a mundane teenager until one-day she was sucked into a wash basin and somehow ridiculously ended up in a feudal world without her beloved games and movies. 

To make matters worse, she was sold off by slave traders to the horrid Noble house of Ronales as a petty maid.

But that was not the end of her worries, Dear Zylith, the feminist had a long struggle ahead of her when she meets the mighty King of this feudal kingdom and becomes his pretend consort.

With a king that likes to poke deadly humor at her, and a bamby girl who wanted nothing to do with the ancients. 

How will the poor teenage feminist cope with only her sarcastic mouth to rely on!

Just dive in and read on to find out Zylith Sander's romantic plight.

After my failures in astral travel, I decided to go back to the basics. I needed to go back to the basics. I needed to learn how to meditate. Something which I have never done before in my life. I've always looked down on meditation. I saw it as something only monks do in the mounts and strange people who worship crystals and do yoga. Now here I was turning to meditation. I had to swallow my pride and just do it.

I found it extremely difficult at the start. Everything was itchy. The sounds were overwhelmingly bothersome and my thoughts just. Would. Not. SHUT. UP! This just wasn't working for me. It was the first time that I couldn't teach myself just simply my reading and trying. I turned to an app called headspace for help. The app allowed you to stream guided meditation soundtracks. The only issue was that the app seemed very buggy and the download speed wasn't very fast. It didn't help that it also didn't tell you the download progress.

After getting frustrated with the app I went hunting on the internet and managed to get my hands on guided meditation soundtracks that were made by the guy from headspace back when he was just starting out in the cyber world of guided meditation. This was better. The audio quality was good and I could save it on my phone and listen to it whenever I wanted. Now that I had a teacher I started doing 5 min sessions in the morning before I start my day and in the evening before I went to bed. The guided meditation was easy to follow and was exactly what I needed.

But just focusing on meditation wasn't quite enough for me. I need to also practice what I had read. I started with "The Psychonaut Field Manual", more specifically the part on gnosis. It had an exercise where it taught the reader to enter gnosis. The long and short of it was that you needed to stare into a candle for a given period of time. (I don't want to spoil too much of the book). So overachieving me decided to go big on my first go. I, as usual, waited until my family was asleep to start my exercise. I used my desk chair to put the candle on. I sat on the ground, arm length away and started. I forced myself to stare into that sucker for about forty minutes. To make it even worst I also held my blinking back. Let's just say it was like going on a psychedelic trip. I started seeing wavy lines that looked like sin graphs and the colors of the candle moved between blue and yellow. At least that night I had a good sleep.

I redid the exercise a few times, but I went softer on myself each time. Eventually, I decided that having a random candle burning in my room in the middle of the night was just too great of a risk, so I decided to scrap the idea and move on to the next exercise. At least now I had a basis that I could start building on. I had the ability to meditate, but not very well just yet and I had good concentration. But what to try next?

"Be grateful I stopped him before things got out of hands." Arnold said as both of them stepped out of the void and into his room, "I did not expect him to pull a stunt like that though...."
Things completely went out of hands as soon as Natasha went ahead placed her gloved hands on Bad-Breath's cheeks and reluctantly leaned in to kiss him, who started kissing her back like a true caveman, completely given in to his lust. It was given Natasha would have an effect like that on anyone, she wouldn't have been much of a succubus if she didn't. But what happened next shocked Arnold, well it made him laugh too but let's not mention that here.
The second her lips touched Bad-Breath, he went hysterical. Immediately started groping her chest and started feeling her body. It was borderline inappropriate but Arnold thought Natasha could handle herself and would throw him off herself on her own accord but it turned out Bad-Breath had a lot of 'pent-up' energy (he was dead, how the fck was he pent-up only confused Arnold), and he wanted to smash so immediately started undressing her. This was when Arnold had to step in and knock him out to stop him... that was the power of 400+ charisma.
When he asked Natasha why didn't stop him, she just said, "Master didn't tell me to..."
It was indeed a true 'smh' moment for him.
"Yes... master. I'm grateful for what you did." Natasha bowed low before him, exposing the valley in the middle of her chest.
"Stop doing that! There are other ways to thank a man."
"Oh... I didn't know master wanted me to do 'that', but don't worry master, I can do whatever you desire for... just say the word and I'll make it come true!" Natasha said and smacked her lips together like a predator who just found its prey.
Arnold opened his mouth again to verbally slap that bimbo but as he did, Allen's voice entered his ears. Arnold turned around and saw Allen was standing next to Talos. It seemed like they were in the middle of discussing something when Arnold and Natasha stepped out of the void.
"What are you doing here?" Arnold asked him.
"I have some news."
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"Does she know, that you know about it?" Arnold asked Allen, his voice was calm but on the inside, he was seething with rage.
"No. I'm sure she didn't." Allen replied, "I never went there but heard it through the hidden microphone I placed there."
Last evening, Allen had set up a small-sized hidden mic inside Amanda's room when he went there along with Arnold and had planned on using it to spy on her.
According to him, nothing happened until three a.m., right when he was about to sleep when she received a call from someone. The person had called her to inform her about some kind of experiment where a monster has escaped from confinement and caused a scene. He then proceeded to play the recording in which Amanda admitted that she was the actual culprit behind the monster attack that happened yesterday in Los Angeles, as well as the fact that the laboratory was hidden inside that very forest.
Arnold couldn't believe what he was listening to... it was all the confession that he would need to put her behind the bars. Just last night, Nathan was complaining how it would be difficult to prove that the White Family had been secretly manufacturing monsters with so little evidence but with this, it would be a piece of cake to do so.
However Arnold didn't want to arrest her... he wanted her dead, no, allowing her to die would be a lie doing her a favour. Someone who could do something so sickening to her own people deserved a fate much worse than death, and Arnold knew exactly what he had to do.
He needed to take care of the hidden laboratory as well and with Nathan's help, it could be dealt with easily. So he decided to send the audio to him but requested him to wait till tomorrow and just keep an eye on the forest, to which Nathan hesitantly agreed, but pressed on the fact that he won't wait any longer than tomorrow evening, exactly the amount of time he'd need to assemble everyone. Arnold thanked him and disconnected the call.
"Damn that bitch... guess my hunch was as good as ever." Arnold mumbled, "Who knew she was the one controlling her family without even being there in the first place."
"I don't think she's a mind reader either... she's been hiding her true powers all along." Allen chimed in.
"Yes... that is if she actually managed to kill that guy in Los Angeles, all the way from here." Since they only had the audio, they couldn't know how she managed to kill someone who was thousands of kilometres away from her, "If I had a power like that then I'd have killed that humanoid monster from far off rather than waiting for it to charge at us... I could have saved so many lives..."
"What monster are you talking about?" Allen inquired.
"The same monster Amanda was talking about."
"Wait a minute... that monster was in Los Angeles and you were here, in Zone 4... so how the hell did you even manage to get there!"
"I guess I could tell you..." Arnold smiled and proceeded to tell him about [Void Travel].
"Now that's a hell of a skill!" Allen exclaimed excitedly, "So that's why you wanted to know if I had been to Los Angeles or not so you could use void travel to go and meet up with Nathan and the others."
"You are quick to catch on as usual." Arnold smiled and patted his shoulder, "You did great work!"
Talos and Natasha had been silently watching the humans converse among themselves until Arnold stood up and turned around to face them.
"I'll need your help, but we need to be discreet about it." Arnold looked at Natasha, "It's about time you started pulling your weight."
"I'll do whatever master wants me too." Natasha said and bowed once again revealing the valley of lust, and Allen bent towards her to take a quick peek into the abyss, only to get smacked in the head by Arnold.
"Sorry... sorry..." Allen mumbled and stepped back, "Old habit... don't worry I'll try to rectify myself, but you can't blame me for trying... I mean just look at her!"
"Whatever," Arnold adjusted the sleeve of his shirt and continued, "Ahem, so here's what we're going to do..."


Do read my new novel **The Rise Of A Tribal Deadbeat**. 
It would mean a lot to me if you could read it and give your valuable review. Thanks in advance. 

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The novel follows the story of Arnold, a porter, who accompanies warriors and superhumans inside dangerous dungeons, which are distinguished by their colours. The porters were always mistreated by the modern human civilization and even though their job was riskier than that of warriors and superhumans, their existence was never appreciated nor were they paid well.

No one knows why these dungeons started to appear all over the world. The only thing they know was the dangers that would find their way into the world if they didn't kill the monsters. But only a selected few cared about the calamity because for the rest it was all about earning money and gaining power. 

But nothing in this new world is constant and everything keeps changing, and this time the change would find its way towards an ordinary Porter.

After stealing a scroll from the dungeon, he ran off to his home. The scroll gave him powers no one could've imagined to gain. But he wasn't alone. 9 other humans had been granted similar powers... powers of the Gods! 

What would Arnold do with his newfound powers? Will he kill the other 8 Paladins and rule over the world which had oppressed him for years? Or will he rise against the Gods and make them repent for their crimes? 

Can the strength lent by the Gods be sufficient to deal with them once and for all? Would he be able to defeat his creator? Or will he join the Gods instead? 

Too many questions, too little time. The decisions he would make could be the end of humanity Or would an ordinary Porter, become he world's only hope? 

Follow me on the journey to the power of this ordinary Porter as he becomes the Savior or the Devil. 

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Gold tier award-winning novel of WPC#130.

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Warning:
There might be a few grammatical errors in the early chapters, so if you are a grammar nazI then please proceed with caution. 

Also, the MC isn't very bright and will do a lot of stupid things from time to time. So if you like a cool and calculating MC you won't be seeing him like that until later chapters (Chapter 100 or so). I'm telling this to y'all here so you don't start yelling at me in the comments or review. All in all, I've tried to make the MC as realistic as I could. 

Any advice is appreciated. Thank you and enjoy reading my creation!

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