When Mahiyah struggles to be a single parent, she meets Jungkook. They kept crossing each other's road. Everything was going well but things changes when they fall in love with each other.

The MC gets transported to a new world, and their whole life changes! hopefully for the better. This takes place in a fantasy world, and MC gets a System. To be specific the Trap System.

BEST BTS fanfic ever written in one chapter.
Drama, Suspense, Love-story, Break-ups and Thriller.
Pure Genius.

Would be adapted to Hollywood Movie very soon.

Morning came sooner then later, I went about my routine after offering proper prayers to God, I'm no fan of churches but I believe God exists and he's the supreme being, I thankfully woke up early so I was able to eat a proper home cooked meal.

 The rest of the day went really well too, I had no problems as Mark, Tess and Matt was all absent, it was unsettling however but even the populars barely noticed and there wasn't really anything I could do so I held my peace.

 Three exact days after my banter with Mark, they –Mark, Tess and Matt still were all not present, I didn't know why but I couldn't shake the unpleasant feeling that something was wrong somewhere, so even if it was a herculean task, I asked the populars for their whereabouts, I mean Mark's and Tess', then I found out it was Mark's birthday week so the lovers were on a week's vacation to the popular city of love – Paris. Even at that, I still wasn't satisfied and that didn't actually explain the mysterious disappearance of Matt, as far as I could remember the Bookworm had a perfect attendance.

 Tuesday was when my worry was confirmed to be valid, all three of them were declared missing by the school management, Mark and Tess' parents only noticed they were gone yesterday and it turns out Matt is an orphan and the orphanage was obviously careless about his whereabouts until a family showed interest in his adoption, no one had a clue of where they could be, not even the populars. 

 The school's CCTV footage for the entire week was mysteriously wiped clean and the security guard on duty all week said they hadn't left the school compound, everyone was dumbstruck, even the teachers couldn't take a guess of what might have happened and the unusual part was that it disturbed me even more than I was willing to admit, why it was so was what I couldn't fathom.

Sure enough, the next day Eastwood high was more of a desert than a school, very few teachers and almost a nonexistent population of students were present, I could tell it was because of fear, no one knew what gobbled up two popular students and the Bookworm, they had probably all come to a conclusion that their disappearance had something to do with coming to Eastwood so they all stayed in the security of their respective homes.

 Cops were everywhere around and in the school building, they were trying their possible best to piece the puzzle together but there were very many unfounded pieces, pieces I might be able to help with, for example, only I knew Matt went to the library during lunch hour, only I knew Tess was also in the library at that time,it was only me that could tell that Mark probably went in after I told him off several days ago, I wanted to tell the cops that I might have figured out the link behind their disappearance, that maybe something or someone in the library was connected to their disappearance, but I wanted to get my facts proven first so I decided to go to the library – alone.

 The library's quietness was creepy, everything was just as it used to be, neat rows and rows of books stacked properly in the wooden shelves, reading desks were just as orderly as it used to, even the librarian's nude nail polish that had been there since I could remember hadn't moved an inch, I wandered all through the large empty space but not a thing was out of place except from the new stack of books at the rear end of the room.

 Those books however were kind of disorganized and out of place, I carefully looked around it for anything that could be a clue, 

Nothing.

I sighed in resignation and made to leave the room when I noticed a bright book cover strangely hanging out of the remaining books on the top shelve by my right, out of curiosity, I picked the book and checked the cover for the title,

The mystery.

It had the picture of a glowing golden mansion drawn very beautifully over the cover, however the author's name wasn't indicated. I turned the book over instinctively to check what the story is about and surprisingly, very few words were written as the synopsis.

….four highschool students join forces to unravel the mystery….

It was strange, no author, no publisher, nothing. I opened the first page of the book, THE MYSTERY was boldly written on it, the next page had the table of contents, it only had fifteen chapters outlined on it;

1. Shawn Theodore Bradford.

2. Theresa Aurora Maxwell.

3. Matthew Matthew Matthew.

4. Mark Octavos Stoner.

5. Joanna Yvonne Cooper.

My heart skipped a beat when I read my own name on the fifth chapter, maybe it was just a coincidence? I went on to read the rest of the chapter content, the book can't actually be based on lives of random people right?

6. Find and fit in the key to the golden mansion.

7. Fit in the missing pages to their appropriate books.

8. Obtain the treasure box.

9. Change the course of history.

10. Tame the lions.

11. Get the yacht to the shore.

12. Race to the crown.

13. Secret task; protect your teammates.

14. Walk through the house of horror without screaming in horror.

15. Unravel the mystery.

Of all novels I've ever read, both electronic and paperback, this novel is sure the most unusual. I mean, who publishes a book without her name being indicated, no dedication, ten worded synopsis, unusual and unrelated chapter names? It was really strange but I couldn't put the book down, so I ignored all the warning alarms blaring in my head, went over to a study desk and opened the next page of the mysterious book –The mystery.

 

All is not what it seems," I whispered with my fingers crossed and everything changed, literally everything....

Have you ever wondered if there is a world of imaginations and imaginary friends and characters?, well here's a spoiler; there is and it's up to Joanna Coopers to get sucked into it so she can rescue her friends/enemies and by rescue, it means living through and maybe changing details of a number of novels to unravel a very unusual mystery.
But that might seem farfetched as Joanna is a timid,shy,highschool loner that barely talks and does nothing but read books, is that going to be a blessing or a curse?, would she be able to handle the seat of leadership being dumped on her by fate?, would her long time crush finally notice the beauty and strength she has under the nerdy facade?
Find out in this adventurous story of abnormalities where nothing is what it seems.
Notice: A few books highlighted in this work has nothing to do with me, they're solely works of authors I love and adore, a link to their work(s) would be indicated in the author's note. However, the general concept is my intellectual property and I wouldn't tolerate plagiarism, if you notice anyone copying my story without reference to it, kindly DM me.
✌illusionistic

Lydia explained she found the stock of comic books in the ruins of a desk with one drawer miraculously intact. Something hit Joshua, he wondered how the paper that was several thousands year old had withstood the test of time like that. It wasn't just those comic books, the cooking book he had used before was also in similarly good condition. He had Luna analyze the paper, its composition was very different that sheet of paper used on Earth, making it much more sturdy and able to be preserved for millennia. 

In any case, he examined the comics. Looking through the covers revealed they were all part of the same series which Luna translated as 'The Globulous Adventures of Nathalie Tangai, Private Incinerator'. Just looking at the title, he was able to fix two words for Luna's dialect. After they ate dinner, he didn't waste time and started to read the series. 

Nathalie Tangai was a young private investigator living alone with her magical cat Salami who had the ability to turn into a tiger when faced with danger. One day, she received a letter informing her that her uncle Maximilian had passed away and left her a manor. Obviously, the place was haunted so she had to perform an exorcism with the help of an alcoholic priest. 


Once the place was safe, she discovered the manor was once the headquarters of an evil cult wearing penguins masks. That's when the main antagonist made his entry, a man going by the name of 'Baron Viktor', a master of disguises whose goal was to access some ancient documents leading to a mythical treasure hidden in the manor. Nathalie had the brilliant idea to memorize all the documents thanks to her genius intellect and burned them all once she was done.


The series then turned into a bizarre murder mysteries series as Nathalie traveled around the world to look for the treasure while Viktor kept chasing her in a new disguise every adventure while always committing murder for some dumb reason. For example, one case had Viktor disguised as a snake charmer and he murdered a sailor with a tankard, to have the local innkeeper accused of the murder. However, Nathalie proved he had used the tamed snake to smash the sailor with the tankard in question. 

Halfway through the series, a major twist happened in the story: Viktor was revealed to be her long lost twin brother who was kidnapped as an infant by the cult. When he realized it, he saved her life by protecting her from the evil Penguin Lord Nico who was the true main villain and died in the process. 

Heartbroken, Nathalie took possession of the treasure, which turned out to be a time machine. She used it to go back in time and prevent her brother's kidnapping. This created an alternate reality that soft rebooted the series as Nathalie & Viktor started a detective agency together in that timeline. 

The rebooted series involved them traveling around the world and solving ridiculous cases against all odds. If you thought the snake charmer story was ridiculous, it was nothing to what transpired in the second half of the series. The finale of the series took them on a rocket ship patrolling around the moon to face the penguin cult and their master, Lord Nico. Nathalie defeated him by feeding him bagels for some reason. The story ended with the siblings going back on their planet but along the way got absorbed by a vortex leading them to another dimension and therefore, new adventures. 

Joshua didn't know this, but it should come to a surprise to no one those new adventures never came, the series which had been losing steam since the 'reboot' actually got canceled. 

As you might have guessed from this little summary of the 'plot', this series was probably written by either someone on drugs, someone badly advised by their editor or someone even crazier than Joshua. It must, therefore, not be a surprise to you that Joshua loved every freaking moment of this utter nonsensical plot and even cried several times. 
In any case, reading the series took a good part of the night, he could have sped up with Luna's help but he was having so much fun with this dumb series he just relaxed and enjoyed the ride. He didn't neglect his main objective, mind you. His knowledge of Easan was making great progress. 

In the meantime, Catherine had a similar idea to help improve Luna's knowledge of the language. She entered the recreational room, picked a random board game box and looked for the manual. The game was a bizarre variation of chess and there were illustrations on how the several pieces were allowed to move. She managed to establish a basic set of rules with Luna's help and played a round against Lydia. Some parts didn't seem right so she made a few adjustments. They repeated the process until they got a game that mostly made sense before moving on to another game. That one turned out to be some variation on Monopoly so apart from Joshua, who was busy reading the comics,  everyone joined in for the game. While some rules had to be improvised, they did have fun. Considering the nature of the mission, this moment of relaxation was pretty beneficial to the party's morale. There were a few other games but by the time they were done with their current round, it was close to midnight so the group decided to call it for the night. 

The next few days passed by quickly, Catherine and Joshua spent their time improving their vocabulary slowly increasing the difficulty of the material. After running out of board games and recipes, they moved on to individual documents. Most of them were still too complicated, but they picked up a word here and there. One day, The twins stumbled upon a couple of novels of various genres which was a blessing for them. Catherine wasn't very interested in those fictional stories so she let Joshua handle them while she continued to read documents. 

The first book was a horror novel involving a horrible monster killing people in terrible ways. While Joshua found it lackluster, mainly cause the protagonists were all morons who kept splitting up, he had to admit it was pretty useful to learn how to translate various causes of death. Have you ever wondered how one said: 'Thrown into a giant spaghetti machine, torn apart and served to unsuspecting restaurant clients' in Easan? Well, neither had Joshua but now he knew how to say it. Ultimately, the monster was revealed to be vulnerable to soap and was tricked to enter a washing machine where he got locked in and dissolved. He wondered if this was some kind of hidden marketing ploy to boost the sales of washing machines. Anyway, he didn't linger on it too much and moved on. 

The next one he picked up turned out to be an erotica novel. Obviously, it was terribly written. Regardless, he read it, after all, considering half the text consisted of 2 people alternating yelling 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAH' it was fairly easy to follow. Actually, this one was more instructive than the horror novel, as it greatly helped him identify the word referring to certain body parts. His method of figuring them out was quite pragmatic, considering what happened to each part, he just had to figure out what was possible and what wasn't. Joshua, who had been so moved reading that dumb comic, finished the novel in one go, his expression remaining stoic all the time. He was glad when he finished it, in a sense that novel was so bad it was more disturbing than the horror one. 

In any case, he finished story after story. Despite the bad luck he had with the first two, some of the books were actually pretty good. His favorite book was the story of a young baker going on a quest to create the greatest bread recipe ever. By the time he was done with all of them, his level in Easan was pretty good and it was time to resume his research. 

He checked Luna's database and brought for the book about runes he had tried to read before and was glad to see the system was able to translate most of it this time. Therefore, he headed back to the library. He could try to make the rune that had exploded in his face again, but he preferred to check for safer models first, that one was still only half translated. He found a couple of purely theoretical books and while they were hard to understand, he still learned from them. Even with Luna's help, it took him two days to read all the books present but when he was done, he felt like he was ready to accomplish wonders. 

Well either that or he would accidentally cause a massive amount of destruction.

After dying, our main character found himself summoned by a young woman. She comes from a long line of summoners and had expected to partner up with a powerful being, like the rest of her family. Instead, she summoned a computer programmer, who from now on will be living inside her head. Powerless, he's unable to help her with the upcoming war. Disappointed that neither of them had been blessed by fate with some divine abilities, he decides to build a computer system inside her head himself.



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That evening, two young boys sitting in a dim room with only candles as their source of light. Next to them, mountains of books were placed. The writing in the books seems familiar yet the word they learn sounds different from their language.

Shin closes his book for a moment and rubbed his tired eyes, " Nii-chan, is it really alright for us to not recite the clan's rule? "

A sigh came and Shun take another book, " Do you really think that old man will care whether we would recite them or not?

Shin, " Then...Why did he punish us to go here? "

Shun look at his inexperience young brother and gave a haughty smirk, " What else? There's only one thing that he wants from us. "

Shin who still doesn't understand continues to ask, " One thing? "

Shun, " ' Fearless'.  Our family motto is ' One have to be fearless no matter what even at the time of your death. '  -If we are still scared of darkness, then...we can't be the head of the family, right?

Shin nods understanding the meaning behind his grandfather's behavior. But, because Shun mention "darkness" now both of them starts to remember the horror stories from the servant of the house and also that frightening nightmare of darkness they had when they were younger. 

' Rumble '

The dark evening sky grew even deeper along with the slowly unfolding rumble. Li Lian opened her window, look at the sky and mumble, ' It's going to rain. ' She opened the bandage on her arm and blankly look at the bruises on her arm. 

" Young masters are punished inside the ancestral hall?! " a voice echoed from the hall through her room. Her eyes peek the slight opening between her door and found two servants talking. 

The other maid asks," Yes, anything wrong with that? "

" Don't you know, the young master loses their parents in a stormy day, but they were young at the time so I doubt they remember that. However, they were also locked inside the ancestral hall for a whole night. "

" W-What? That ancestral hall?! That one? Isn't that room known for its creepiness? No servant ever wants to clean that room much less spending an hour there. It's so dark and they only use candles there...It almost looks like a scene from a horror movie. " The other maid shuddered from her own stories. 

Li Lian continues to hear the conversation between the two maid who speaks in Japanese. Foreign words travel to her ears and she could only understand a few words from them.

Despite her inability to understand their conversation, her face paled at the four keywords she could grasp " Young masters"," Punished", "Locked ", " Ancestral hall ", and " Whole night " !!

After the servants walked away from her room, she quietly went out with peaches and blankets she clutched tightly in her hand. 

Meanwhile, as expected, the twins that heard the loud rumble from the sky jolt in fear. They looked at each other with ' what should we do ' written all over his face. Just as they were trying to regain their composure, the sliding door creaked as if something opened it. 

The twins clutch at each others' clothes in fear, gazing at the slight opening of the door, a black strands of hair creep out. 

Their clutching grew even tighter, they change their position and dragged their body behind. Praying in their heart " Buddha, save us!!! ". 

Shun looked at his younger brother looking more ghastly and braven himself, he shielded his brother with his arm, telling him to go back to the corner and took a candle next to him. 

" W-Who?! " His words still shakes in fear, not knowing what crawling into the room, his brain worked more than its usual potency. 

' Thump ' 

Suddenly something went inside the room with a loud 'thump'. Shun clutch tight his eyes and took one of the books next to him, ready to launch his attack at the 'thing'.

" Nii-chan? " A frail girl's voice calls his name in a weird pronunciation.

Shun heard the voice and stop the book the was about to throw, still, in fear, he peeks between his eyelids and found Li Lian sitting in front of the door. 

In relieve, the twin sighs. They looked at each other's frightened expression and burst into a laugh. Li Lian tilts her head in confusion, she turns around the room and found heaps of Chinese dictionaries and books filling their surroundings. 

She points the books next to her and asks, " This? Study? "

They nod and after a moment of silence, they answered her in Chinese, " We are studying, do you want to talk with us in Chinese? "

Overwhelmed by the kindness that the twins gave, Li Lian's lips parted, her eyes soften as she smiles, " Thank you. ". 

A soft feeling grew in their heart, they looked at each other happily and continues to talk together until the sun rises. Apart from them, Kei behind the door faintly smile before he leaves.

"I'm your husband" suddenly a man claims to be my husband. 
How did it happen?  
Before my coma , The man I loved betrayed me and choose my step-sister, xie huelin . I was accused of abusing drugs by xie huelin and My birth parents kicked me out of the family. 
My foster mother was the only person who believes in me, But on the day I went back to my foster mother house, the house was burned and she fell into coma.
The one who caused it was my step-sister, When I went to the hospital to meet my mother, I met an accident, that was also staged by her!
I fell into coma and  after a year I woke up,  I met a handsome and he's known to be cold-hearted, ruthless and expressionless man who was known as the Emperor of the city. The CEO of Li cooperation , Li jun Wei 
And He claims to be my husband?!

[ DISCLAIMER: the picture in the cover is not mine, credit to the owner! :) ]

At the end of the Month of Scorch (August), in the civilian district of Rentato…
After his parents went to work in a seafood company and a workshop of lamps respectively, Longman read the books that he bought recently alone at home, while he thanked the God of Truth and the arcanists from the bottom of his heart.
Ever since the wicked, radical clerics were banished by the Congress of Magic and the moderates came into power, the previously expensive books were much cheaper. Even the boy of a common household like himself could afford one or two books every couple of months. That was an unimaginable luxury in the past. As a lover of books, he felt that even the sun was brilliant and warm nowadays.
From Arcana Voice, Longman learnt that paper had been invented hundreds of years ago. After a long time of modifications, their price had been significantly lowered, and so was the printing technology. However, to monopolize knowledge and the channel of communication with the Lord, the radical clerics blocked the printing technology and encouraged hand-written copies, thereby keeping books at an extremely high price. Apart from the nobles and the great merchants, it was terribly difficult for the common civilians to learn words and knowledge. It was thanks to the secret dissemination of the Congress of Magic that the average knowledge level of Rentato reached this standard.
Now, times had changed. While knowledge was precious, it was not entirely unaffordable anymore, because the workshops and the major nobles are in dire need of laborers who had basic knowledge.
He browsed his books. It was a book that described the common creatures in nature with life-like illustrations. Longman, who had learnt to read from his father, was quite interested. His father had been promoted to be a middle-level manager of his company from a common worker. After that, his father had been taught how to read as well as the knowledge about the fishing industry.
"Werewolves, kobolds, goblins, giants, barbarians, Dudu birds…" Reading the book, Longman felt that he was now in the great outdoors appreciating different creatures who shared similar parts but had their own fascinating idiosyncrasies. "It's totally worth it to buy this book with my months of savings!"
Dum, dum, dum. Somebody knocked on the door, waking Longman up from the ocean of knowledge.
"Who is it?" he asked loudly, sitting straight and feeling rather anxious. I'm a boy alone at home. If it was a burglar, a thief, or a brutal 'night watcher' as described by 'Arcana Voice'…
Dum, dum, dum. A male voice echoed as he continued knocking on the door. "Open the door. I'm a mailman of the kingdom. You have a letter!"
Longman was immediately relieved, laughing at himself for listening to so many horror stories from Arcana Voice that he was apprehensive even during the day. Didn't burglars, thieves and night watchers only appear at night?
Opening the gate, Longman saw a young man who was smiling gently. He was wearing a dark green suit and carrying a heavy bag. There were two letters in his hands.
"Your letters." The mailman said with a smile.
Longman took the letters. He saw the delicate stamp on the envelope first. Those were among the first batch of stamps that the kingdom issued, on which the images of Her Majesty and Mr. Evans, as well as the amount, were painted.
"This stamp is beautiful. I need to cut it out for collection…" Thought Longman subconsciously. Then, he saw the sender, realizing that the letter was written by his aunt who was married in Paphos County. He immediately felt very happy. His aunt had always been closest to him before she was married. However, her husband worked in Paphos County. Although it was not very far away from Rentato, correspondence hadn't been easy because they had few trustworthy friends who were willing to carry the letters for them. They often communicated on a yearly basis.
Now, everything was different. Longman saw the amount on the stamp on the envelope and discovered that he could afford one letter every month with his allowance.
Thank the Lord, thank Her Majesty, thank Mr. Evans, thank Prime Minister Russell, and thank the postal department of the kingdom… He drew crosses on his chest and read the second letter. His eyes were immediately widened. "Admission notification? The First Generic School of Rentato?"
Ah? Ah! I've been admitted!
Longman felt such enormous ecstasy that something seemed to have exploded inside his heart. He kept saying thank you to the mailman, his eyes turning blurry.
Since it was only experimental, the royal family and the Congress of Magic had established merely two generic schools in Rentato, which were named as 'First' and 'Second'. Therefore, since the tuition fees were affordable for civilians, too many people were dreaming to go to the two schools. The rate of enrollment was probably less than one percent!
Thankfully, Her Majesty had set up the fairest way of admission: the College Entrance Exam. That was how he could distinguish himself.
"I can finally study the real knowledge and learn the real arcana and magic…" Stunned, Longman found it impossible to calm himself down. Too many thoughts were rolling inside his head.
"Please sign here as confirmation. Leave your fingerprint if you can't write." Having delivered many admission letters today, the mailman had already been used to the situation.
Longman was finally back to himself. He took over the fountain pen, which was said to have been invented for the general public, from the mailman's hands and signed his name on the receipt solemnly.
"Thank you, uncle, for bringing such a great surprise today." Longman thanked the mailman sincerely when he returned the fountain pen.
The mailman smiled. "I feel happy that you are happy. After I have enough savings, I would like to go to the general schools, too. Chances are that we will be schoolmates in the future."
His face flushing in excitement, Longman asked, "May the Lord grant your wish. Uncle, is it a tiresome job to be a mailman? You need to carry many letters and packages every day."
The mailman replied with a smile, "It is a bit exhausting, but things will be better soon. We're told that we will be given a vehicle named bicycle."
"Bicycle?" Longman frowned in confusion.
After seeing the mailman off, he opened the admission letter eagerly and read it while referring to his father's dictionary.
"The common tongue, basic mathematics, introduction to history, introduction to nature, common sense of magic, logic basics, emblem identification, body exercise… Those are the most elemental courses and are mandatory. Music, fencing, painting, documentation, introduction to electromagnetism, introduction to elements, psychological common sense, medical basics, semiotics, ancient magic languages, politics, economy… Those courses are for selection. I can choose the elemental knowledge of different directions according to my own situation in the third year of my generic education…" Longman read the contents of the courses and read their introductions carefully, envisioning his future.
"Am I going to be a secretary, a politician, a musician, a painter, a squire, a doctor, or an arcanist…?" Longman knew that he did not have the best magic talents. So, he considered arcanist as his last choice.
Without him knowing it, the day was already over. His parents came home and saw the admission letter.
After reading the admission letter, Longman's father nodded slightly. "It's still too early for you to consider. You will only know what you are good at and what you are not after you start learning for real. Of course, I suggest you start learning riding, fencing, music, economy and fishing knowledge in the fourth year. After you join my company in the future, you will be able to become a manager very quickly with such knowledge and make friends with the nobles and big merchants. As for magic, you should know your talents very well."
He naturally hoped that his son could grow under his protection.
Longman's mother, however, didn't quite agree with him. "Alchemical workshops are the trend. Even though Longman is not talented in magic, he should learn more about magic and alchemy. It will be much more rewarding to be a manager of an alchemical workshop than to be one of a seafood company."
The two of them had a heated debate on the issue until Arcana Voice began.
Longman, who had been silent the whole time, sat in the square and listened to the program of 'Church Revelation', both excited and somewhat at a loss…"
"…After the exploration in the World of Souls, the legendary sorcerers have confirmed the existence of Mountain Paradise. They have reasons to believe that the God of Truth has fallen asleep, and that His power has been stolen by the pope!"
"…Speaking of the pope, we have to say something about his real identity. He is in fact Viken, the bloody, brutal legendary sorcerer from the ancient Magic Empire. He blended into the Saint of Truth and stole the God of Truth's power…"
"…Viken once trapped a city and cut the food supply so that the people inside would brutalize each other in one of his experiments. It is said that the cries and screams did not die out until half a month later. To this day, many ghosts are still lingering there…"
In a daze, Longman thought to himself, "Is the pope really an ancient sorcerer? There seemed to be similar theories in the past, but there are also other rumors…"
As more and more programs were broadcast, Longman gradually got rid of his concerns and focused on his favorite shows.
"…The Holt Magic College held the first 'Flight Contest' today. It's a competition of speed and style. Some of the contestants are experts who count on their strength, and some are low-rank sorcerers who are good at controlling their staff…"
A flight contest? Longman listened to the new program with great interest. It was a news channel that introduced the fun incidents in the Congress of Magic.
Hearing those interesting events, Longman was suddenly stunned. A voice seemed to be roaring inside his heart.
It's true that I'm not talented in magic, but it does not mean that I'm not gifted at arcana! Mr. Evans said that one is capable of studying arcana as long as his spiritual power is enough to control the simplified alchemical items! The field that studies the truth of the world is just like mathematics. Magic talents are not a threshold!
The voice in his heart gradually became clear:
"My dream is to be an arcanist!"
...
Inside the Kingdom of Electromagnetism, Brook had a paper in his hands. It was the paper on electron spin, which was submitted by Sprint and Annick. He was greatly inspired. When he constructed the wave function of the electron, he seemed to have overlooked the problems.
The quill in his hands moving nonstop, he found the correct path to build a new function.
The silver electric currents and dark magnetic field seemed to be simmering impatiently.
Inside the Theater of Destruction, the collapse and destruction of the stars were suddenly frozen. Inside his magic tower, Oliver couldn't help but show untamable excitement, because he seemed to have found the correct wave function of the electron through mathematical approach.
The 'real world' surfaced, resulting in the changes in his cognitive world…
Lucien, on the other hand, was working on the integration of quantum mechanics and the special theory of relativity in his library.


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

It was necessary to 'read one hundred times, naturally grasp the meaning', but there were some people that only needed ten days while others needed half a year. There was truly nothing to say about this sort of comparison. It was just as Tang Thirty-Six had said, that girl often made others speechless, and Chen Changsheng naturally had no better choice than to remain silent.

But for some inexplicable reason, when Shuang'er saw Chen Changsheng's silent, almost dull, appearance, she grew unhappy. Perhaps she felt, since you have an engagement with the young lady, then even if your strength is far inferior to hers, you should still display a little will and ambition, no?

Moreover, in her view, if not for the young lady's letter from South Stream Temple, Chen Changsheng might already be dead. How could he have had this chance to enter the Orthodox Academy and sit upon these clean floorboards to read and cultivate? Your undying gratitude isn't required, but you also shouldn't be so quiet like nothing happened whatsoever, right?

Shuang'er looked at him and shook her head. She extracted a thin sheet of letter paper from her bosom and passed it over.

"Since you've obtained this hard-sought opportunity to cultivate, you should cherish it and start from building your foundation, your feet planted on solid ground. Don't think about cheating or any other sort of dishonest practices, and don't always entrust your hopes to others, especially to women." She seemed to think of something else and sternly added, "Cultivation is not that simple. Even if you have no hope, don't go around breaking broken pots. Do you understand my meaning?"
(TN: "Don't go breaking broken pots" is a saying that means that even if a pot is already damaged, you shouldn't break it again and completely shatter it. A similar analogy would be getting a C on a test, and then giving up on studying for the rest of the year, resulting in an F for your next test.)

Chen Changsheng took the sheet of paper, somewhat at a loss. He didn't understand the meaning of her words, thinking to himself, I've hidden myself away in this cemetery-like academy to silently read and cultivate, but could it be that the Divine General's estate and Young Lady Xu still find me an eyesore?

The sun outside the library was high in the sky. The rustling tree leaves scattered the descending rays of light into many specks. Fortunately, it was still early spring and the weather was not too hot. This paper carried the aroma of a woman, but there was no sweat.

Chen Changsheng gazed at those three words in silence for a very long time.

"Do your best."

The words written on the paper were rather delicate and pretty, but they could not be described as astonishing. Moreover, the strokes were very straight, making them seem naive, childish, and cute. He guessed that these three words were written for him by that young lady of the Xu family all the way in the distant south. Yet no matter what he did, he couldn't associate the young girl with such naive and clumsy handwriting with that girl of the rumors who was brimming with talent.

He understood the meaning of these words, and he could even faintly imagine the expression of the Young Lady Xu as she wrote them. Her eyes had assuredly been indifferent, her brows creased. She had been somewhat impatient, somewhat displeased, but also feeling that this really didn't matter.

Of the three words that she wrote, the most crucial one was truthfully 'your'.

'Your' meant 'yourself'.

Live by yourself.

Read by yourself.

Cultivate by yourself.

Drink well and eat well by yourself.

He quietly thought about it for a while, then stopped thinking about it. He put the letter away in his sleeve, stood up, walked to the bookshelves and began to search for those forty-nine books listed on the back cover of On Purification. As he searched, he thought about those words the maid Shuang'er had said to him. He couldn't help but wrinkle his brow, and the speed at which his finger traveled along the books slowed. Was it really possible to read all these books one hundred times in ten days? Just how should they be read?

On Purification was just a general summary of cultivation—the forty-nine books on its back cover were the true object of study. Students needed to use the knowledge and wisdom contained in these books to open their minds, solidify their understanding of the world, and thus strengthen their souls.

This was a purely spiritual side of cultivation. Ever since the Heavenly Tomes descended to the earth and humans began to cultivate, this initial step of condensing the spiritual sense had always used this method. Perhaps it was because countless worthy predecessors had concluded that this method was the most efficacious and had the highest chance of success. It might also be because words were the only vehicle for one's thoughts, so in order for one to use the thoughts of one's ancestors to assist in converting one's own thoughts to strength, one would naturally have to use words to bridge this connection.

Since this sort of method was being used, the forty-nine books listed in On Purification were naturally acknowledged by human society as the forty-nine books best able to assist one in condensing the spiritual sense. Ever since the Orthodoxy had finalized this list in the year fifteen-eighty-two, it had never been changed.

Chen Changsheng walked along the bookshelves as he searched for those books. Although he was abnormally familiar with the ordering of books in this library, he still needed an entire hour to find all forty-nine books. He then brought them to the window and aligned them according to their order on the list.

He did not immediately begin to read, instead going out to Hundred Flowers Lane and eating some vegetable soup and rice porridge. After that, he sat on the grass by the lakeshore, shaded by the thick forest, and rested for an hour. Only after his mind was fully content did he return to the library and take up the first book.

Previously, as he was searching for these books, he had already confirmed through the names of these books that he had never seen them before. Although he was somewhat regretful of this fact, he was also very curious. Just what was written in these books that could actually help humans in condensing spiritual sense?

He lifted up the first book, called 'A Simple Gateway to Basic Solutions'. He confirmed that he had never read this book before, so when he opened the book and saw those rather familiar words, he questioned whether he was seeing things, like when he saw the examination for the Heavenly Dao Academy.

This book was very thin, but it felt quite heavy. He gazed blankly at the contents of the books, realizing to his disappointment that he had already read this when he was four. To be more precise, he could recall the contents of this book from back to front.

It was just that in Xining Village's old temple, this book was called 'Classic of Embracing Simplicity'.

He was somewhat surprised because it felt like he had returned to that testing room in the Heavenly Dao Academy. He had originally felt that such a good thing could not keep happening, and now he was surprised to see it appear once more. This made him feel rather absent-minded, a daze which it took quite a while to rouse himself from.

After awakening from his stupor, he very quickly opened the second book.

This book was called 'An Anthology of Poems in Praise of the Mausoleum of Books'.

Like a clear breeze, he swiftly flipped it open and very quickly confirmed that he had also read this book. Those odes of praise written by the worthy predecessors after viewing the Mausoleum of Books were all already in his mind. It was just that back in Xining Village's old temple, when he read these poems at the age of five, this anthology was called 'A Splendid Record of Poetry'.

He fell silent for a few moments, then opened the third book.

It was still the same case.

He had also seen this book before, but its name was different when he had read it as a child.

The fourth book, the fifth book…he quickly skimmed through all forty-nine books and verified that he had read all of them before.

The same again?

Was this still considered a pleasant surprise? He took up On Purification once more. He was quiet for a very long time, silently thinking to himself. At some point, the corners of his lips had perked up and his eyes had narrowed until they seemed like the flowing river of stars, brimming with smiles.

He thought of Shuang'er's parting words.

"Cultivation is not that simple."

He raised his head, but all that met him was mottled light and shadow at the library door and the gentle caress of the cool breeze—nobody stood there. He couldn't help but feel disappointed and frustrated, as if he had lost something. If that little lady were still there, he really wanted to tell her that he really might be able to condense his spiritual sense faster than her young lady.

But he immediately recalled that Xu Yourong had read all forty-nine books one hundred times and condensed her spiritual sense when she was only four. The newly-born spot of pride in his mind instantly dispersed as he laughed at himself, thinking, it truly is meaningless.

His next course of action should be to use the method described in On Purification to take the words and the information in the words of the forty-nine books and engrave them in his mind, completely converting them into nutrients to strengthen his soul, and then condense his spiritual sense in one stroke.

If this were any other person, at this critical moment, they would most likely have continued to the next stage. But Chen Changsheng glanced at the color of the sky and realized that the sun was already sinking to the west, the twilight gradually deepening. He placed On Purification down, put away the books on the floor, and exited the library.

It was time for dinner.

...

...

Because he needed to eat dinner, he could disregard this chance to change his fate that was within arm's reach. If this was self-discipline, then this was a self-discipline that was excessively harsh and cruel, more similar to self-tyranny. However, it could also be described as a sort of self-confidence, because he believed that this chance would not slip away.

From the entrance examination of the Heavenly Dao Academy to the forty-nine books that he had once more discovered in his mind, Chen Changsheng had been able to confirm a few things: his master had long since prepared for him the foundation to cultivate, and his master was truly no ordinary Daoist.

The path of cultivating the Dao was endlessly long, and he and Senior Yu Ren had bitterly studied the Daoist Canon ever since they were children. The myriad books were engraved in their hearts, which meant that he had set off on this journey much earlier than others. He had already walked a path of ten thousand li, so it was only right that he arrive at the other shore ahead of others.

Chen Changsheng had always been very confident. Now that he had confirmed these things, he became even more confident. At this time, the twilight was deepening and the remnants of the sun were gradually fading, but in his even more open mind, a red sun was slowly rising up. How could he be worried that his path forward would be dark?

After eating dinner, he returned to the library, heated a pot of water, and brewed a cup of tea from some scented tea leaves that he had bought in Hundred Flowers Lane. He crossed his legs and sat down. His gaze slowly swept over the neat row of forty-nine books, ultimately resting upon On Purification.

The words of these books slowly floated up from the depths of mind, returning back from his childhood memories, abnormally vivid. Then, these memories gradually began to release some sort of Qi that, according to the method outlined in the first chapter of On Purification, began to incessantly mingle in his mental world.

Many years ago in the old temple, he had completed the opening of his mind. Now, what he needed to do was solidify his knowledge.

He closed his eyes and began to calmly think, and then he gradually forgot to think.

In truth, the so-called 'understanding the mind to know one's character' was not that complex.

It was just fusing and linking them up as one.

Time gradually passed, and from the moist ground outside the library came the chirping of insects.

Clearly, it was still early spring.

The darkness gradually set in, the many stars gradually brightened, and the capital bustled with the noise of people.

The Orthodox Academy with its sole occupant was still as quiet as ever.

The oil lamp in the library was very feeble, yet it seemed like it would never extinguish.

Suddenly, a light hum resonated through the library.

This sound came from between the heavens and earth.

A wind blew through and around the building.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, his eyes somewhat disappointed, and then calm, and finally brimming with joy.

In one day and one night, he had succeeded in condensing his spiritual sense.

Cultivating had turned out to be just this simple.



To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

At the beginning of time, a mystical meteor came crashing down from outer space and scattered all over the world. A piece of it landed in the Eastern Continent, with mysterious totems carved upon it. Through the observation of these totems, humankind comprehended the Dao and established the Orthodoxy.

Several thousand years later, the fourteen years old orphan Chen Changsheng left his master to cure his illness and change his fate. He brought a piece of marriage vow with him to the capital, thus began the journey of a rising hero.

2900 WORDS!!!
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Turning back, they saw a round-faced, short, chubby, boy who also had blond hair. He is the same boy who had lost his toad when they were on the train, Neville Longbottom.
"I-I mean, only if you guys don't have any problems with me, I will understand if you don't want my company." He looked down avoiding the group's gaze.
"No, it's fine, let's go, I'm hungry!"
...
As they didn't have any other classes to attend today, because History of magic would only start next week, Hermione together with a few Gryffindor girls who wanted tips on transfiguration class, went to the library, and Andrew together with, Harry, Ron, Neville, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas, his roommates, spend the rest of the day talking about things like quidditch and Soccer.
People like Ron, who didn't have any muggle background couldn't understand how a sport with only one ball and no one flying could be interesting, so Harry, and Dean who had a muggle upbringing and was also one of the biggest fans of West Ham football team, tried to explain to him how exciting soccer could be, while Ron would try to refute them by saying things he liked about quidditch.
Andrew, who wasn't interested in neither, a few hours later went to Gryffindor common room and decided to spend some time with his cat, before going to sleep earlier, he didn't need to worry about food since he always carried some healthy snacks inside his backpack in case he needed.
When the sky outside started to darken, Andrew was already asleep. In his mind, the same process he had been repeating every since awakening his magic was undergoing some changes...
The moment he drank the hundredth drop of the mysterious liquid, golden shining lines spread through his body and slowly took over the entire place.
That place which resembled a library in his mind slowly broke apart and started to undergo a lot of changes, the wooden shelves where the books were, slowly transformed into diamond shelves.
The floor and walls, once cement, now appeared to be made of marble and blocks of gold. The old, dirty mat where he meditated now seemed to be made of the most expensive materials, and it also seemed to emit a faint light, not only that, around the mat where he meditated, nine new different mats appeared, each with a different color and a word attached to it.
ANGER, FEAR, DISGUST, CONTEMPT, PRIDE, RESENTMENT, SADNESS, JOY, and AMUSEMENT.
Soon, the place that seemed to look like a little humble library became a mansion worthy of a king.
As the place changes finished, the shining golden lines retreated and formed 9 connections, each linking Andrew's mat with another one. At that moment, only one of the lines kept glowing, the one that connected his mat to the one with the word joy. At the same time, Andrew started to emit a golden aura that little by little seemed to be moving to the other side of the line.
After 10 hours, a shadow of a humanoid figure seated in lotus position seemed to have formed above the mat, and currently, it was impossible to identify the appearance of the shadow, at best, it seemed to be the shadow of a man.
Then, slowly the place disappeared and Andrew opened his eyes, back at the dormitory, seeing the sun rising, he couldn't help but think about his dreams, 'Could they be connected with that vision, also, all that knowledge in my mind that didn't seem to work in real life, what is its purpose? Where did that come from? I wonder, if I should talk about it to someone, perhaps, my father or Dumbledore could help me solve the mystery behind it...'
Getting up, he put on his uniform and backpack and after playing with the cat for a while, he left the dormitory and to his surprise, Hermione left the dormitory at the same time, smiling, they went to the Great Hall together.
"Doesn't it bother you?" Asked Hermione as she observed how people talked and looked at him as if he was some kind of animal in a zoo, because of the matter with the ice.
"No, its human nature to fear and be curious about the unknown. If I were in their place, I would probably do the same thing, I guess." Andrew replied without thinking much of his words.
"You are quite mature for your age, aren't you?"
"It must be my parent's fault, their friends are all scientists or people from high society, I think it ended up affecting me a little over the years, ever since I was a little kid I had to attend with them some sophisticated events. Not that I like them or anything similar, I would prefer to stay home, but they always insisted, so I couldn't say no to my parents."
"Speak for yourself, I would love to visit some of those events, just thinking about me talking with some of those famous scientists and scholars makes me feel excited, so many things to learn, if it was those famous and incredible wizards then, I would probably be so happy, that I wouldn't be able to sleep until the day of the event." Hermione's eyes seemed to shine as she spoke.
"Haha, I think my parents would love you! Your personality truly matches theirs."
While they were having breakfast in the Great Hall, several owls appeared and started to deliver letters and packages to the students, seeing that Andrew had received a book, curious, Hermione started to ask questions about it.
"This? It's a book about potions and alchemy." Andrew said as he showed her the cover of the book that contained only the words: 'Nicolas Flamel / 13'.
"Nicolas Flamel? I think I read his name somewhere ..." Hermione said, trying to remember where she heard the name from.
"I believe that every wizard who knows a little about the history of magic has heard his name, haha! Nicolas Flamel, he is the greatest alchemist in history, the man who created the Philosopher's Stone! He is also an old man with both feet in the grave if I'm not mistaken he is over 600 years old."
She nodded, clearly interested in the subject, "And why did you received this book? I don't think I've ever heard of it."
"Oh, its because I'm his disciple, a few years ago, I started to learn alchemy, and my parents tried to buy books personally written by him, at the beginning he was little reluctant to do it, so he only sent one book after my parents paid a hefty price, but he also sent some sort of challenge with it, that was written at the end of the book, and when I completed it, and I somehow managed to surprise him, he asked if I wanted to become his apprentice."
"Ever since then, he started to send me those books on a regular base, and every time I finish one, he sends me a new one, unfortunately, this will be the penultimate, and I don't know when I'll receive the last one."
"And why is that?" She asked with confusion on her face.
"Well, it seems he is going to fully retire? I don't really understand, but it seems that he doesn't want to work anymore. Thankfully, he promised to send me something that would allow me to continue studying even after he retires, although I don't know what he's going to send."
"Can you let me see your old books? The one's you don't need anymore? I promise to give it back to you after I'm done with them."
"Only if you manage to finish studying and practice the books of potions we will use in the first 3 years as I did."
"Wait, you said the first 3 years? How did you do it?"
"Well, basically, I had a lot more time to prepare for Hogwarts since I was born in a wizard family."
Hermione sighed as she heard Andrew's answer, but this only increased her resolve to study and practice as many subjects as she can.
"Speaking of potions, today is our first Potions lesson, I wonder, how Professor Snape classes are."
"Ahh... Do you want a piece of advice? Just, try not to show off, I learned this lesson the hard way, but don't worry, I'll try to make him more friendly with you..."
...
The Potions classroom was a large square, with large tables, and windows, in one corner of the room, there was a cabinet with some ingredients that the students could use and in the other corner was a stone base in which cold water spilled from the mouth of a gargoyle that could be used to wash students' hands and ladles, and on the walls, pickled animal's were floating inside jars.
The place was cold and had a spooky atmosphere as if it was created based on some sort of horror movie like Frankenstein.
Hermione and Andrew had sat together, and in front of them were Harry and Ron.
When Professor Snape arrived, he instantly captured everyone's attention, he had an air around him that made students pay attention to him very easily.
Like Flitwick, Snape started the class by making a roll call, and when Snape said Andrew and Draco's name, everyone could see that his gloomy expression brightened a little bit, however, the moment he said Harry's name, he made a sudden pause.
"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new — celebrity."
Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word — like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione was on the edge of her seat and looked anxious to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead. However, she also had in mind Andrew's words and knew she had to be more restrained if she wanted to get Snape's approval.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had almost shot into the air, but the moment she was about to make a movement, Andrew hold her hand while shaking his head, this made her remember what he told her, so she decided to stop her early action.
This didn't scape Snape's eyes, he gazed in Andrew's direction for a fraction of a second then turned to Harry once again.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Tut, tut — fame clearly isn't everything."
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
 Harry didn't have the faintest idea of what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.
"I don't know, sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"
Andrew observed Harry's face and knew that his friend was really uncomfortable, depressed, and slightly angered as well. He wished he could help, but remembering what his father said, about Snape having a grudge against Harry's father, he knew it would only be a temporary solution if he intervened this way, if he truly wanted to help, he would have to find a way to make Snape accept Harry and perhaps become more friendly with him, which at the moment seemed to be an impossible task.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
At that moment, Hermione was practically shaking, she knew the answers to all these questions, but Andrew was still holding her in place, trying to make sure she made a good first impression on Snape.
However, as her actions grew more and more, "energetic", Snape couldn't pretend anymore that he didn't saw Andrew's pleading eyes, that were trying to convey two messages, stop messing with Harry, and give Hermione a chance.
"I don't know," said Harry quietly.
"Really disappointing, Potter." He turned to Hermione and said.
"Granger, seeing that you at least hang out with the right people," He looked at Andrew for a moment and turned his attention back to her. "You should be able to answer my questions. So, say the answers to each one of them."
Hermione, noticing Snape's words, turned to Andrew and thanked him for his help, Andrew just smiled, and whispered, "You better not keep him waiting."
"Professor, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite!" Hermione said all this very fast, some people even had blank faces, trying to remember everything she said.
Snape looked at her surprised, then he looked back to Andrew, and couldn't help but see himself on the boy, this for some reason made him look at Harry with resentment in his eyes.
"Well, it seems this class, will have at least three, good students." Said Snape as he swept his eyes, between Draco, Andrew, and Hermione. "Why aren't you copying Granger's answer?"
There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And you should be thankful for the girl, Potter, I would have taken a point from Gryffindor because of you, but considering Granger perfect answer I decided to not do it, but I won't be so generous next time."
Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. 
He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, and Andrew and Hermione duo, whom he seemed to like. 
He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. 
Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.
"You — Potter — why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? One less point for Gryffindor."
This was so unfair that Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.
"Don't push it," he muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."
...
As they climbed the steps out of the dungeons an hour later, Andrew noticed Harry was absorbed in his thoughts, and seemed to be low spirited, he was sure that Harry thought that Snape hated him...
Well... maybe a little, still, he didn't want Harry, to think of Snape as some kind of dark and evil man who pick on others for no reason.
He tried his best to cheer him up, but he didn't know if it had worked, not long after, they went separate ways. Harry and Ron went somewhere, while he and Hermione went to the library to continue studying.
As the days passed, Andrew had his other classes, such as DADA, Herbology, and Astronomy, and although all of them were the most boring classes he ever had, he still did exceptionally well in all of then, even getting 20 more points for Gryffindor, in this time, mainly because of how much time he spent with Hermione, they end up growing a little bit closer, it wouldn't be exaggerated to say they could be considered best's friend by now.
But he still had one more class to go, before saying he had truly spent his first week in Hogwarts, Flying class with Professor Rolanda Hooch!
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Ohhhhh I'm so tired right now, I wish I could snap my finger and make my lack of energy disappear... (My mother is better, thanks for your kind words!)
Hey guys, do you remember what I said a few chapters ago? About how I know nothing about relationships? Yeah, that's still true, so please, can anyone, at least, give me some tips on how to progress Andrew's relationship with Hermione??? I don't have any idea how to make it look natural, so if later, things end up happening in a weird way, I won't even bother to read your complaints on how their relationship progress!

After eons of cultivation, a man was able to reach a level where reincarnation was possible!

However, reincarnation was not exactly as he expected, at the time he died and activated this mystical ability, virtually all of his memory was erased and the only ones left were his knowledge of cultivation, alchemy, forge and dharmic spells.

Unfortunately, in the world in which he reincarnated, most of his knowledge became useless and he had to start over from the beginning.

Follow the story of the man who will revolutionize the world of magic and will play the most important role in the fight against the dark lord!
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This story happens in an alternate universe, the reason for this is, to give me more freedom. This is a just-for-fun project I have been working with, there will be a lot of non-canon things in the story.

Also, don't expect too much of it, I'm not planning the chapters or anything, this is more like me reading the first seven books again and writing the chapters based on what I think it would be interesting or fun to read next since I really wanted to have a Character of my own going through all the things that happened in the series!

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction that draws heavily upon the original source material of Harry Potter. Please support the official material and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding content related to the series. All recognizable characters, plot, setting, etc, are the property of J.K.Rowling and/or Warner Bros. 

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