"Do you know why you lost? Have you even thought about it in the first place? Let me tell you, it wasn't because your opponent's luck was good that time, nor was it because he mastered such a formidable technique that he used to defeat you, but it was because you were too hasty!" The elderly lectured me with fury and indignation. 

"You should have slowly gauge your opponent first before moving in to kill. You should have cornered him slowly, wait until he uses all of his cards then finish him off! 

"Now look at yourself. You, a 12 gates practitioner, got defeated by a nobody with only 9 gates unlocked! 

"Wang Xie, are you even listening? Are you not even embarrassed of yourself?!" 

Ugh, my face hurts like hell. My body feels like it's going to crumble at any moment. I can't even remember when the last time I got so beaten up. 

Damn that guy. At least show some restraint when you want to beat someone up!  

Ah, well at least he didn't kill me. Or so I say as I try to console myself from the pain. But that was futile since the reprimanding words of the elder over there would increase the pain even more. 

And to how I landed myself in such a state, let me start by my introduction. 

My name was Ben Li. Yes, was. I used past tense. And I was the author of 7 novels which I stated writing since I was just 15 years old. 

Writing novels was something like a second life for me. I loved doing it. Especially how novels made such an impact to many lives different from my own. And after receiving inspirational enlightenment from novels like Xuanhuan, Wuxia, Rom-Coms, Isekais, and also yuri, I had finally finished my first novel... To which it sucked. 

I had received multitude of bad reviews from avid readers for my first novel. Saying that characters sucks, the development sucks, the literature also sucks and that the Harem tagged novels weren't hyped anymore. 

But I wasn't an idiot back then thus I didn't know when to stop writing all my bad ideas. To which, after struggling like a mad man for my place in the stars, I manage to land myself in the top hundreds in the competition of best authors with my seventh novel that was a huge success. 

Hooray for me! Yea-no. 

Unfortunately, before I got to relish in my new glory, I died... I think... not sure... 

The last thing I could remember was that I was in a bar, drinking with my friends. With just 3 shots of that good stuff I started to get tipsy. I wanted to go home then to start writing my eighth novel tomorrow but I didn't because my gaze had accidently landed at the girl drinking by the pub. And God, she was definitely my fated one. 

She looked like she was in her early 20's. Her figure was refined and splendidly slender. With how she wore that shoulder-less red shirt, thigh-less jeans, high heels and eyeglasses, she gave an intellectual vibe that blended well in her sexy grace. 

Wondering what she was even doing here looking lonely for some reason, here gaze had landed on me as if she had sensed me with her sixth sense. To which, my heart skipped and my body momentarily froze. 

She was pretty cute. Though not the cutest I ever saw, nobody would disagree with me when I said so. But my heart told there was more than what meets the eye. Hence, I had my undivided attention focused on her alone until... 

Ding! It struck me like lightning. She was a fellow peer. An author just like me! 

Though she was a complete stranger, that did not matter to us fellow authors for we all share the same goal through our lives; Inspire the masses through our writings! 

I should go say hi. Said my heart palpitating. 

But then to my astonishment, I was left warded off by the onion layers that formed a holy barrier around her as she gave me a cold look that seems to say 'Scram!' right on my face. 

It seems that, she was a lot wary towards strangers trying to flirt with her. But considering all the crazy shit I did throughout my life; how can this girl scare this man away. Thus, I went in again, only this time, I was a lot friendlier and struck her with my eloquence and clever choice of words until finally, she saw that I was the same as her. A fellow author just like you! 

As she laughed and giggled, I was about to ask for her name. That was until I saw the frown in her face like she was worried whether she left the stove open or not. 

Not knowing what was wrong, a hand had furiously grabbed on to my shoulder, forcing me to turn around as a large fist came shooting down my face. Without any time to react at all, I was sent flying across a distance before my head had crashed onto the metallic edge of a round table. Knocking me unconscious. 

By the time I had opened my eyes, what came to my view was a place outside in plain daylight. I was standing atop a platform where numerous people of different faces gazed at me with different expressions. 

In my mouth, I tasted the blood that mixes with my saliva and feel the painful numbness that stunned my body for the whole moment. 

I did not understand what was going on, nor could I even remember how to understand because the only thought revolving around my head was; Who am I? 

Then, someone loudly shouted "Wang Xie!" As if he was a furious lion who had his entire pride provoked had its roar landing on my poor ears. 

Just as I came aware, I saw a lightning-clad fist brimming with power abruptly appear in front of my view. To which it struck my face! 

Again, without any time to react at all, I was sent flying off at an even further distance as my entire body suffers from violent electrocutions before crashing onto a hard wall head first. Knocking me unconscious. 

By the time I opened my eyes again, I was not, in a hospital bed, where I should be at! Instead, I was inside a tub that was steaming hot with sweet medicinal fragrance. Bathing in it as it calmed my nerves by a notch, the pain I felt moments ago was starting to fade bit by bit. 

As I started to recall what had actually happened, memories of two different individuals surfaces in my poor head giving me splitting headache. After going through all that suffering, I then muttered softly. "I am Ben Li... no, I am also Wang Xie."

Having to have died an unfortunate death, Ben Li transmigrates into the body of Wang Xie; a character which he had written as one of the antagonist of his first novel since he was fifteen.

Having to live another life, Ben Li must struggle with Wang Xie's horrible reputation, his made up Chuunibyou world and the life  threatening destiny with the protagonist of his first novel.

Will Ben Li grovel in frustration and anger under the heaven's will; or will he ascend to become the rightful God of his own written world?

After we utter our goodbyes, we went off separate ways again. At twenty-five, I gave birth to a boy and I named him Cole. That is when I decided to changed my career path and just became a Broadway Columnist and Review Blogger, in order to become a full-time mom. I really have a perfect family. 


When Cole entered Grade School at the age of six, Dani entered politics. He won as a representative in Sacramento, California, where we settled few years way back. By that time, I am now a novelist of romance novels. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed of Lupus and died shortly. I replaced my husband in Congress and by the time that the term was finished, I am now thirty-five and Cole is ten.


That time, I decided to pay a visit with my Dad, but I learned that he died five years ago.
"He really wanted to see you," Emily tells me. Her face that was once a beauty is now gray and old, but she still has the aura of how Emily do things back in years.
"I miss him," I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't made it to the funeral."
She shakes her head. "You're Dad loves you. We all do. It's been tough back in the days. Have you eaten dear?"
"I guess I can manage with your cooking," I answered with a smile.
By that, she stops for a little while, intently looking at me in the eyes. "I just think that you should know," she started, "You're Dad's first love is your mom. He loves him so but your Grandfather wouldn't allowed it. We are just an arranged marriage couple you know. What we have, me and your Dad is a great friendship."
"But you love him," I said.
She just nods then sigh as she was lost in a daze as if she is looking back on the past. "Sure I am," she agrees. "What we are is a sense of comfort and companionship, but true love? I am not so sure about that. We just learned to accept what we have and be happy and contented about it. So Suzanne," she gets my attention as she looks at me in the eyes. "I never hated your father of having you. I was hurt, yes. But I understand also that Otto and I are just nominal couple and friends . We sure have our children but what do we do? We need each other. I-I never hated you also on what happened to Rolando. I just can't look at you because you make me remembered what happened and I can't help but blame myself for being an irresponsible mother."
"It is not your fault," I said sadly.
"I know. It's not yours too," she answered with a sad smile. "I enjoyed being your mother and you're always be my little Suza. That moment that I laid my eyes on you, I just so fell in love with the thought of nursing you home. I regret not being there for you and not watching you grow up. What we are ---"
"What we are is what we are meant to be," I said to her. "I never hated you. You became my mom when I don't have anybody. That is always been engraved in my heart. I love being your daughter Emily. I loved you. I always do," I tell her truly. With that, Emily shed her tears. "Thank you," she said then leaves my room.


Like a family, we eat all together, only with the boys gone now - Octavio and Dad both dead, Aguiluz in Moscow, and Heroine in Hawaii. But I do love to see my sisters Vic, Livy, and Lou, with their families. Cole also loves to play with his cousins a lot.
"I'm sorry," Livy tells me, "For being cruel to you."
"It's nothing," I tell her as I look on our family pictures on the wall. We are in Marseille by the way.
"It's been years and it's good to have you back."
"Me too," I agree with a smile as I finally face her.
After a while, I decide to speak of what's inside my heart to her. "You and Pedro deserve, each other," I said sincerely. "You are just so young at the time, you know, so I thought what is best for both of you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry because you both suffer away from each other and I saw how Dad pointed a gun on his head. That is when I regret the decision that I made and for losing you as a sister, Livy. Please forgive me."
She just nods. "That's too bad. Thinking about it now, I know you were right for being rationale. I admired who you are little sister, for being strong willed and a person of principle."
With that, we both chuckles, then suddenly she turned serious. "Heroine took back his parent's name."
"He did?" I ask surprisingly.
"You love him still?"
"You know?" I ask her , a little bit shock.
"Ha-ha, silly. You shared a very special bond before . We all knew. He talks to Dad about it before the fall of Paris. He told Dad how he loves you."
"That's crazy of him," I said.
"Yeah. really crazy. I thought that he will also ask for your hand in marriage so we are expecting a wedding soon, but that coward run away to San Francisco without looking back. I was shock and disappointed when he married that American girl, only to find out a little later that you also got married. Anyway, does he know what happened to Dani?"
" 'Course he do. Hawaii is still America. Dani was a famous film director, then he went for Congress." I answered.
"Don't hesitate Suza," she said again. "Two decades is enough waiting. Let both of your hearts come to rest. It's about time to recapture what you'd lost."


That words from Olivia strikes me to the core. Sometimes, I even wonder what it's like to be with Heroine, but we are on a far different coast now. God knows how I still love him.  But through time, and with our age now, love is just a far-fetched feeling. I am a mother and I have to be a good one. With that, I decided to continue writing inspirational novels and stories about faith, hope, acceptance, family, and love. My latest novel, which was launched on my 35th birthday was entitled "Beyond the Borders," a story about a seaman who loses his wife, questioned God for so many times in his life, then later on became a well-acclaimed writer, composer, and a Christian. Putting himself together while raising his little girl, he find love and comfort in God. My inspiration? It's Heroine. I always thought that maybe we are soulmates back then, yet our relationship is more than brothers and sisters, but less of a lover. But that was years ago and I have now a life of my own.

Je T'aime Love Stories
Mini Novel  and Short Stories Collection by : Madellene Kong Peñaflor
copyright 2019
Finished in the Philippines

"La Vie En Rose [Series #1]"
France is at war against Germany. During that chaotic time, Suza realized that what is more important more than love is family and faith. Time drags her on into unknown road of dreams. Together with her new found hope, she is ready to face life head on.
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"Solo Quiero Estar Contigo [Series #2]"

France is at war against Germany and Heroine needs to fight for his family and for his people. Against the odds and agony of war though, what gives him strength is the the love in his heart and the lessons of faith from his old Grandma. As fighting for his life became the real deal, he finds himself stepping into a New Land with a hope of a new life .

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"A Hand That Shelters The Heart [Series #3]"

A family feud that leads into a tragic ending will completely turns the trajectory of life of Princess Giana Carissa Gaulle Fontabella upsidedown. As one of the Danish Royales, the palace walls turn to become her prison as she is surrounded with the snares of people who aims for the throne. Being an orphan, the regency needs to protect her twin, which is the true heir, while she was left behind on the lion's den and waiting to be devour. This is when Sir Gael enters the picture for her rescue.

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"A Heart of Gold [Series #4]"

Mourning for her twin's death, Queen Guillana Corrianne Gaulle Fontabella, Queen of Denmark, struggles to pick up the broken pieces left by Giana's demise. 
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"Asi Fue [Series #5]"

Karmelee Tasarov's life was devastated. Her parents were masacred and she was gang raped and burnt. What's worst more than losing her own face is that she was stripped off her own identity.

Living a new life as Isabella Beatrice O'Flaherty Patel, she was being consumed of her own vendetta and revenge.
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"Nueva Vida [Series #6]"

Isabella Patel regrets everything in her own life including losing the one she loves as a collateral damage of her own demons. Moving on to her new life, she crosses paths with Ivanov Leroux Vasiliev Kozlovsky, a missionary who reminds her so much of her first and one true love.

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"This Silly Girl So Scared [Series #7]"

Janine Lee is a delinquent teenager for most people, but deep inside, she was just a little girl who longs for love. Dr. Daniel Harlem together with Harlem Child Support Group is the one who will hear her cry for help.
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Je T'aime Short Stories

Are several stories of different people from different races and generations, interconnected either with an event, acquaintance or bloodlines.
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Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. Any mentioned of actual people (living or dead), place or event is either purely coincidental or are being used fictitiously. Any mention of foul words for a certain group or person in history are only for the purpose of telling the opinion of the characters in the story. All rights reserved.

I have more problems and events in life than difficulties for authors. So, sometimes I don't know what to write here.

A co-author told me to write something fictionary, like dramatize what happened in Discord. I thought of doing that today but I can't even remember the drama, so I have to skip it. I also don't want my friends to think that I'm using them for my entries here.

Anyway, I want to write something about errors, habitual mistakes, and others that readers caught in our books. Some are even unusual ones. These might sound funny but a bit disturbing to us authors. With no further ado, let's start rolling.

1.) I got this reader's review in my IGMB book.

-Although I have not read too much, lemme summarize the first 9 chapters...
Ending of each chapter: "Little did she know"
Please have better cliff hangers as I read on.- 

Haha, I didn't realize it until this person pointed it to me. I laughed and felt frustrated at the same time when I read it. Don't think of looking for those errors now, I've changed it right after he told me.

2.) This one I found in another story but I won't tell on what book.

-He often puts too many thoughts into one sentence, and it can get exhausting to read. In addition, he uses the same physical descriptions too often. For example, whether it's "knitting eyebrows", "cocking eyebrows", "raising eyebrows", "lowering eyebrows", or "quirking eyebrows", the character's eyebrows are in a constant state of flux. In fact, the word "eyebrow" comes up 435 times in 40 chapters.-

Readers, please be forgiving to us newbie authors. 

3.) I saw this one as a meme but it's hilarious.

-I'm sure a spy is near. She wears shades, black. She wears that usual color, black. Her clothes, black. Why writers always describe a spy or villain as if these characters love black colors?-

A color problem when describing. I'll take note of this and make sure my villain and spies wear bright colors.

4.) I got this one from the forums.

— The fact that ONLY the protagonists can coome up with new ideas and methods. Everyone else just follows their predecessors and assume they were right as the methods are time-tested. This is the biggest reason for protagonists in cultivation novels to go from weaklings to OP...and its just lazy.-

What can a newbie or even veteran authors do? But follow the style or topic of famous books.

5.) Can you consider this as a review or hiring advertisement?

- Hello! Let me know if you need an editor. I can help you when I am free. :) that is if you are interested hahahahhaha. I just wanted to help you out. -

Ugh! Please, English is not our first language. Have mercy.

6.) Grammar errors are common reviews.

- Dear author. I hope you'll read this. I'm a bit confused with the word you use sometimes. Is it CHANGE or CHANCE? Aside from this, i love the story and the development. The characters as well. -

Most authors here really need editors. 😅

7.) I don't know what to say with these reviews. I'm speechless.

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8.) This is one of the worst reviews. I don't know what to say. (laughs, sighs, and frown)

.......i am commenting to get power stones.....😅....thanks for constantly updating😉...😊....huh?...its still not 140 character?😅

9.) Uhmmm.

If you are going to read this, do not waste your stones. Web novel wants your money. This novel is already available for free on websites if you search for it.

Please, support the authors by reading it here.

10.) I wonder, why books with Original mark on it are mistaken as Translated?

— Thanks translator. The book is getting more interesting. The CEO is becoming more human... -

— The translator should consider releasing more than one chapter a day. —

— I like the story, it's a very nice story n the translation is good. -

- End of Reviews -

Why am I posting these here? Because these reviews and comments are part of the spices of the authors' lives. 

Honestly, I love to read reviews from my readers and to get an honest review makes me happy. But I also feel bad when I receive negative ones, mostly only criticism with nothing helpful to improve my story or writing skills. Somehow, this is part of life. 

Come to think of it, famous authors received the worst, and they just shrugged it off.

Anyway, as long as people read our stories then our hard work is worth it.

INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS for Today:
"The Pessimist Sees Difficulty In Every Opportunity. The Optimist Sees Opportunity In Every Difficulty." – Winston Churchill

"You Learn More From Failure Than From Success. Don't Let It Stop You. Failure Builds Character." – Unknown

"It's Not Whether You Get Knocked Down, It's Whether You Get Up." – Inspirational Quote By Vince Lombardi

"If You Are Working On Something That You Really Care About, You Don't Have To Be Pushed. The Vision Pulls You." – Steve Jobs

"Failure Will Never Overtake Me If My Determination To Succeed Is Strong Enough." – Og Mandino

VERSE FOR TODAY: "A joyful heart is good medicine." Proverbs 17:22

Have a good and fruitful day.

I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

"Your mother lied to you. That's the truth." 
 
I never thought this day would come, has God finally punished me for making all those orphan jokes online? My lips quivered as the news sunk in. 

"I'm adopted?"

The sudden realisation hit me harder than my dad last night. Wait, he's not even my dad anymore...

"I'm sorry Timmy..."

A pitying look could be seen on the face of my now step aunt, her tears were all I needed to tell that she was serious. But that look of pity just shattered the shock I was feeling, turning it into something more violent. Rage.

"Shut up!"

I ran. Tears in my eyes. I ran. What will my friends say at school? Whenever I outwit them in an argument, they'll just use the adopted card against me! Alas, the heavens have forsaken me, damn you! My reign as the smartest asshole is over, how am I to live with myself? Should I run away… Start a new life in mexico.

Now, you may think that I'm overreacting. And you're right, I am. In fact, if I had a papercut, I'd probably be screaming to the heavens at the injustice they have smited me with. Some may call me a drama queen, but I prefer the term: extremely expressive. 

Maybe I should start a cult... 

I could use my peerless charisma to shove a middle finger up the ass of whatever god is up there.. Hehe, maybe even earn some $$$ whilst I'm at it. 

Yes.. Greeting mortals! I am the descendant of the first Demon Lord Baal! Bow down to your new lord that will conquer this measly lower realm! Mwhahaha, if you wish to become a citizen of my new world, please forgo all your material wealth to this great one as an offering! 

Even though I rank quite high above my peers in maths and english, why not use my intelligence for something more useful… Profitable… Getting a dead end job in a company is too boring.

As thoughts of becoming a religious leader became more and more enticing , the world around me twisted into a white endless expanse. Well this totally seems legit.

"For a human, you're very audacious. But maybe that's what I need... Tell me, do you wish to leave this so-called 'measly lower realm'? I can take you somewhere more... Interesting."

What the hell? Is this God? I thought God was a dude... But I guess it's a chick. Her voice is pretty hot actually... Kinda sounds like a mix of Marylin Monroe and Jessica Rabbit. Ah, my inner perv is coming out again. Tis the curse of being a virgin, I seriously need a girlfriend. Oh well, what was she saying again..? I wasn't paying attention.

"I can hear you dumbass."

Oh crap.

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah, I am a god duh. Wondering why you're surrounded by white? It's my domain. Jeez, how did I find such a crappy candidate..."

Wonder what got miss forever on her period in a bad mood. Whatever, might as well find out what the hell is happening.

"Why am I here again?"

"..."

Although I can't see her, why does it feel like a vein is popping on her forehead? Also, am I going crazy, or is there boss music playing? Hmmm, wonder why she's not tal- Oh. OH. OHH. Crap crap crap, this is not good. Realisation struck, I had to act fast, use that smart brain of yours Timmy!

"I didn't mean it! Please don't kill meeeee!"

Smooth.

Ah, this feeling of foreboding, the death flag, just great.

"You know what, I've been pretty bored lately. But now, I'm pissed."

"Please don't kill me! I can't die a virgin!!!"

Thousands of maidens will cry out in mourning at my loss, the world will become darker without my shining presence, and the novels! The web novels goddammit! I'm not finished with any of them yet!!!

"..Any last words mortal?"

If these are my last words on this planet, I really need to make them count. Something inspirational. Words of wisdom to be carried on for generations. Words that embody who I really am. Here we go, it's all or nothing. 

"PLEASE DELETE MY SEARCH HISTORY!!!"

"..."

I feel a tear trickling down my cheek, even I was so touched by that sincerity.

The surrounding white around me began to increase a lot more in intensity, so much that my eyes were soon forced shut, followed by my consciousness slowly fading, like entering a nice warm bed after a 5 hour masturbation session. 

Although I can't see, I felt the world around me disappearing. And soon, I was plunged into darkness. But that damn voice echoed before I could enter my eternal slumber.

"I'll give you a fate much worse than death asshole."

Well then. Fuck… You…

Darkness.

The universe is full of heroes reincarnated or transmigrated with powerful abilities, systems or cheat like power. However, what if the protagonist had nothing? What if instead, the god of their world was a forever on her period bitch that tried to kill our poor protagonist at every step of the way? 

Join Robespierre as he tries to survive living in a brand new world where an almighty god is trying to fuck with him at every corner. 

NOTE: The protagonist is based on the author’s own character and personality, exploring what he would do in a world that was totally against him. Enjoy his pain.

Four weeks in, I have been following this Billionaires Routine for four weeks now. I slowly began to understood that if I don't take this seriously now , I might be having some problems in my old age . Who would want that to happen? Not me. But Did something change after following this routine? Even I wanna know . 

I wake up early morning , Sometimes I even dared to question the all knowing truth that claimed that the morning is bright and night is dark. Seriously , is it? I even thought that I thought that I slept but it was all in my thoughts. But then , the clock brings me back to reality , which I wished that it was made up in my thought . So why is it so dark in the Morning? I even asked this question on the Internet and the internet replied "Morning are bright ." 

I , sometimes even wondered that I might be In the Truman Show and accidentally found out that this not all reality . Internet cannot lie. Then , I realized who would want me in their shows? No one . So from that day onwards, I don't believe in Internet. Internet are not trustworthy . But why am I following this Routine , which I copied from internet ? Let's just see and how this goes on.

I have also not been picking up phones directly after I wake up the morning . I have been doing that in the bathroom . Actually , that's a pretty nice idea . Although , I have been getting in trouble with my family for staying in longer in the bathroom than necessary. I will remind them of the reason I did it after I become I billionaire, as the routine claims to make , at least I hope it does. 

Personally , the most hard part of this Routine is Exercising. Like Seriously, why do I have to sweat first thing in the morning ? It does not make sense ? The person who came up with idea , Just tell me who you are and where you live, I promise I won't beat you and make you do exercise even when you are before Death doors ? Even after my death , probably after 107 years , because the oldest Human recorded till date  has lived up to 122 years, and I wish to top it by living up to 123 years , I will come to hell and make you do push ups , self explanatory, If I don't go to hell , who will?

Fun fact ,According to Health Organizations, it is optimal to take cold showers after exercising , Ok, but who asked ? I mean, there are hot showers and sauna for a reason. Nobody woke up in the morning and thought I am done taking cold showers , it's boring , why don't I take hot showers for excitement and because I got nothing to do . No, it exist for a reason and that reason being , most people not being able to handle it .Now , after this Health Organizations drumming this idea all over the world and chanting it on the Mother's head , a poor soul, if I had one , such as me , where should I hide? 

My personal favorite in this routine is the mediation part . I do it for about 3 hours and go on for longer. Relaxed, chilled , no problems , no worries about Homework, I tend to forget about it while meditating . I really like the quiet environment and inner peace it offers. Wait , so does it mean I will also like Death? Sometimes , I even think I might be happier being ghost . If Scientist could prove the existence of ghost , I would even consider killing myself and being one . No, it just sounds wrong . Just ignore me .

I don't hate food , just tell me how does one differentiate healthy food and unhealthy food? How did Pork became unhealthy ? How did Burger , such a delicacy, became unhealthy ? How did Candy became unhealthy ? After declaring the long list of delicious delicacies and calming them as unhealthy, the people who don't like them easily got away. But nowadays, children cannot eat candies because their parents being religiously "healthy" people . I can't eat Burgers because it supposed to unhealthy, I wish I knew why? Meat is also Unhealthy? Why do you have to play me like this ? Some even suggest going Vegetarian just to get the healthy remake of Burgers with vegetables. I am living of Vegetarian Burgers right now . If  I was courageous enough to kill myself, I would have already done it.

Next in list is Reading . Actually , I am in favor of this. I don't find it so bad. I read a lot of books , as long as it doesn't have to do something with school. I read books, web novels , mangas , mostly Fantasy genre , wishing silently to be able to transmigrate in one of those worlds . Sadly , cannot  . 
On one hand I don't know why but every time  I see a School book , I start to fall a asleep and try to find reasons to stop myself and distance myself from it . On the other hand , While reading mangas and novels even exhausted, I am filled with energy to pull a all nighter . But why do they have to broadcast all over the world that mangas and novels that I read have negative influence in our mind . Still, I will read it . Stop me if you can.

And all is not enough , still school and start hustling. School , I don't actually know why it exist , it kinda just does . Many people can't go to school even if they wish to go they can't , so I can't be complaining when I can go to school . 

Morning exercise was not enough , late evening sport . Why does it have to two times ? Why can't I rather meditate twice ? But no, meditating can be only done in the mornings. Don't ask me why? 

After this long lasting day, go to bed early , Of course , I am gonna do that. Even if you didn't tell me to do. I was gonna do it . But thanks for not putting up in the rulebook "read to inspirational speeches while sleeping " 

Let's see if I will live a carefree life after following this Journey to the underworld like training . 

So why am I doing this ? So that I can become a billionaire and change this routine in an easy one so that my Children and Grandchildren can become Billionaire , easily .

First Person Perspective Story. A boy , 16 years old,  lazy, poor  but observant , has lived his Life with no dreams and no plans for future till now. Gradually, he realizes it’s time to take his Life seriously and earn some Money  so he can get Lazy when he is old.

Tycondrius took a deep breath, taking in the scents of the sun-warmed sand. He was growing bored, watching his young companion so thoroughly trounced in front of fifty-thousand-odd people. 
Maximus of Ezyria was a grown man, twice the boy's age and near twice his size. In terms of combat, Tycon had initially deemed their abilities to be about equal.
The longer he watched them fight, the more he realized how flawed his judgment was. 
Pale needed more training. 
Tycon still had plenty he could teach the boy. Even accounting for the difference in mass, their force output was similar. However, he could win by comparing technical skill. 
Lone was the boy's usual training partner. The Ranger had greater physical strength but lagged slightly in reflexes and moderately in mana control. Both would improve from sparring matches, especially with Tycon to observe and advise. 
Pale displayed a high completion rating with several Skills-- far more than any mundane gladiator would bother with. However, his Skill activations were... extravagant, both visually and concerning energy expenditure. 
The boy was... far too much like his father. 
Rather than a monstrous mana pool, though, Quay had practiced the Blade Dance and effortlessly weaving Skills with striking for over a hundred years. 
According to legend, Heroes often adopted complex fighting styles, bastardizing and elevating them beyond commonly understood limits. Pale had a long road ahead of him, to get to that level. Admittedly, following his father's footsteps was a decent enough goal to start with. 
...But was too much expected of him? Especially considering that he was only a fraction of Quay's age. 
The boy undoubtedly had the potential. The considerable mana reserves of a Spear Hero allowed him to activate consecutive skills with ease. With his innate combat genius, he mastered a wide variety of Skills... and at an alarming rate. 
Tycon had nothing more to teach the boy about the spear. Pale's proficiency had vastly exceeded his own. He could teach him the basics of the Blade Dance-- but that would be a future lesson. 
The greatest critique he could provide... concerned the boy's Skill usage. 
Pale's mana formation of ⌈Legionbreaker⌋ was clean, perfectly executed... though the efficiency was sorely lacking. The Skill was designed to pierce rather than to overpower. 
His ⌈Misty Step⌋ was agile and effortless. He was likely as competent with it as Mister Wroe, from whom he'd learned the movement technique. 
Pale's timing for ⌈Shadowfang Strike⌋ was... appropriate. Unfortunately, it was rushed due to his circumstances. 
The failure cost him an electrified uppercut to the abdominal area, several kicks to the side, and a spear stab to his unarmored thigh. To top it off, Maximus very picked the boy up and hurled him several fulms away. 
Pale landed relatively near Tycon... probably to prove a point. 
It was exceedingly polite, considering the plausible lethality in gladiatorial bouts. Maximus may have had a soft spot for children. 
Tycon walked over to the defeated Hero and nudged him with his foot, "Pale. Do you submit?"
The boy got to his hands and knees, coughed violently, then rolled on his elbow to pomf onto his back. A bit of blood marked the sand beside him. Moderate to severe internal injuries. 
A lesser gladiator would have surrendered long before reaching that point. 
"Um... BosSs?" Pale sputtered, his voice as weak and pathetic as he looked, "Aren't you gonna ask me... ah... if this is the best I can do?"
"I wasn't planning to," Tycon rolled his eyes underneath his visor. "I think the answer, quite obvious."
"This... this isn't the best I can do!" Pale shouted, struggling but failing to sit up. 
⟬ ⌈Inspirational Surge⌋ conditions met. Activate? Y/N? ⟭
Tycon frowned, sensing his System's offer to heal the boy. It was... quite strange. In theory, his System should only respond to his own verbal or mental commands. 
« Negative. »
The boy would be on his own until the fight concluded. 
Tycon certainly preferred the boy not be killed... but the match was just too strange. The boy was certainly capable before he Class-changed to Spear Hero. 
In his current match against Maximus, something was missing. Conviction... combat creativity... daring and bravado, Tycon had seen none of it. He was activating Skills one after the other with little thought or planning. 
Pale plopped back onto the ground, billowing a light cloud of sand, "It's no use... I took... too much damage, Boss..."
"Indeed," Tycon nodded. "I advise magical healing."
"Boss... can... can I get a heal?"
"What?" Tycon furrowed his brows, "No..."
"But... it really hurts."
"If you can whine about it, then you're not in dire straits, just yet."
"Bossssss~!"
Tycon crossed his arms and glared down. He did not like repeating himself. 
Pale blinked several times, his gaze focusing slightly... "Should... should I just heal myself?"
"Yes. You should."
Pale looked to his side... gathered up a clump of sand... then poured it over his thigh injury, his bruised ankle, and even inside his chest plate... "⌈Healing Sands...⌋"
Tycon nodded, seeing the effects of the boy's rare ability. It seemed to tax him greatly, but his open wound sealed just as well as if he'd used his own ⌈Inspirational Surge⌋. 
It baffled him that the boy had to be reminded to heal himself. 
Also, that he put sand underneath his armor. It was going to chafe. 
"Can you continue?" He asked. 
Pale slowly got to his feet... 
He said nothing. 
Tycon felt his eye twitch as he uncrossed his arms, "Young man..."
The boy wiped at his eyes before looking up to him. 
He was supposed to be a Hero. Tycon saw nothing but a hurt and crying child. 
Grimacing and taking a deep breath, Tycon placed his hand on the boy's shoulder... "I once told you... how Sol Invictus operates. Do you remember?"
"Y-yes, Sir," The boy sniffed, "It was when Miss Seldin kidnapped me... I can't... give up. I haven't kicked... or struggled... or even tried to bite Mister Maximus yet."
So he did remember.
"I need you to fight... to the best of your ability. I will not ask for more... and I hope to accept no less. Your words... I believe them, as well. This... is not the best you can do."
⟬ ⌈Inspirational Surge⌋ conditions-- ⟭
« --not now. »
"If you feel overwhelmed..." Tycon continued, "there is no shame in admitting it."
"Has... my father ever given up?" Pale asked with trembling lips. 
Going on about that fool, again? Tycon bared his teeth, "I think you know the answer."
Pale gulped hard, nodding slowly... "I want to continue."
"Very well," Tycon wiped the tears from the boy's eyes-- it was more efficient than him rubbing more sand into them. "Move quickly. Act with intelligence. Strike to kill. The training concludes after one more exchange."
"...Y... yes, Sir."
"Your volume," Tycon groaned. "--It's lacking."
"Yes, Sir!" 


I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you. 

This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?) 

Give this book a read. I hope some of these stories can inspire you to fight your battles with analytical intelligence, heroic courage, and ruthless lethality. 

Schedule: 5+ chapters per week. 
Mon-Fri @ 11:00 PDT
Chapter Length: 1000+ words per chapter 

Here is my discord: https://discord.gg/NNbAj7N 
Constructive criticism and corrections welcome. Other Authors extra-welcome.

You can find a list of characters at https://snek.fandom.com/wiki/Character_List

Cover image credit: Johnabrash at Fiverr

"The beginning is always the same. One drop here, one drop there... slowly soaking the world. In times like this I like to stand still and feel the drops tapping on my forehead. I imagine myself melting into the ground and blending in with the rest of the world."

Reading the passage out loud, Rin closed her eyes and pictured herself standing in a rainy storm. She imagined her clothes glued to her whole body and her ears muted by the raindrops hitting the ground.

"...melting into the ground... and blending in with the rest of the world..."

She repeated it over and over, trying to be one with the image in her head.

"Melting...melting into the... Or soaking? No I've already used that word. Melting...disappearing....flowing away....."

Rin cupped her cheeks with her palms and stretched out her fingertips. This was her so-called "Inspiration Pose," where every time she found herself stuck in her writing, she would squish her cheeks, flex her fingers outward, and imagine rays of inspirational energy beaming out! This was something her mother used to do every time she could not find her car keys. Growing up, Rin was always next to her mother, so it was no surprise when she began using the pose as a part of her vocabulary. 

But tonight, the pose failed her and she scratched off the passage with her pen. She then took the paper and threw it over her head. The crumpled page made a light thud as it landed among the pile of her previous attempts. The "failed pile" as she liked to call it, was growing quickly for she has been stuck on this passage for almost two weeks. No matter how many times she revised it, something was little off and unsatisfactory.

She saw from the corner of her eyes the piles of homework and readings she still needed to complete. After slouching back in her chair, she closed her notebook and dragged her school work to the center of the table.

"How am I supposed to write this..." Rin whispered to her self.

Her words slowly turned into a long sigh as she gently laid her head on top of her school work. Even though it was a cool and breezy evening, she felt like a withering flower under a blistering sun. She needed inspiration, but where was she supposed to get inspirations for a romance novel? She was a photography major after all, and on top of that, she has never been in a serious relationship. Her highschool years consisted of only few movie dates and shared lunches; none of which lasted for more than a month at a time.

She turned her head to the side and concentrated on the cool surface of the laminated workbook on her right cheek. She let her heavy eyelids drop and let her arms swing from her shoulders. She remained in this slouched position for several minutes, feeling sleepy but too lazy to move.

As if to tell her to get up, she felt a vibration from the back of her head. Without turning around, she searched for the phone behind her head with her right hand. When the tip of her fingers finally found the corner of her phone, she turned to look at the screen. Her eyes ached as the bright light casted her face. It was Jiji, her "new friend."

With her right arm stretched and her hand barely reaching the phone, she answered the call and put it on speaker. After several painful blinks, Rin mumbled slowly to the phone.

"...Hello?"

"Rin? Hi it's me! Did I wake u?"

Jiji's energetic voice entered like a blaring horns of an ambulance to Rin's ears. She closed her eyes again.

"No I'm still awake. What's up?"

"Oh not much. Just wanted to check in on the story. Have they kissed yet??? Omg what if it was like New Year's and they're on a veranda and these bunch of fireworks... Or, or or maybe a bittersweet kiss at a airport?? Gosh too many ideas! I was also thinking..."

Jiji's voice soon trailed away from Rin's mind. She was not in the mood for her useless ideas. With her eyes still closed, she imagined herself standing in the rain again. The endless sound of raindrops hitting the ground; gradually erasing away the high-pitched rambling. Occasional wind changing the direction of the rain. Her hair glued to her face and her lips slightly pale... 

"Rin? Rin, are you there?"

Jiji's voice pearced through Rin's mind and her heavy eyelids swung open.

"No, they haven't kissed yet," Rin said coldly. "They haven't even met each other."

"What do you mean they haven't met each other? Didn't you say you were done with the intro?"

"The intro I finished was for introducing the main character. I'm actually working on their encounter right now. I'm thinking of..."

"Omg really?" Jiji interrupted with her squeeky voice. "How are they gonna meet? Did you write it already? Read it to me!"

"Well I'm kinda stuck to be honest. I have an idea but I can't seem to make it work. Honestly I'm not sure if I'm the right person for this."

Part of her regretted saying this out loud. Writing had always been a personal hobby of hers and was something she enjoyed doing on her free time. However this novel was nothing like she had ever done. Her expertise was in poetry and short stories. Novels, especially a romance for that matter, was out of the question.

"But you're a fantastic writer!!"

Jiji's voice scarred Yuja's ears. This was Jiji's catch phrase. Every time Yuja showed a sign of discouragement, Jiji would shreak and tell Rin how wonderful of a writer she is and how much better it is compared to hers.

"Jiji this is stressing me out. Writing is not even my major. It's only an occasional hobby of mine. I already set up the story for you. I'll give you the outline too. You can write the rest."

"Rin that's not what you promised! You said you would do this for me! I'm your friend! You know how bad my writing is. Please help me!"

Rin did not say anything. Despite her stubbornness, she was not skilled in arguments. When Jiji did not hear a reply, she continued to blare through the phone.

"He's only asking for the intro. You said you already finished the intro right? The first chapter isn't due till October 2nd so you have plenty of time! Please don't give up on me like this! I'll help you write it too!"

Rin let out a weak, silent sigh through her nose. After a long inhale, she gently lowered her eyelids and as it closed, she mumbled slowly:

"...fine. Just make sure you read it in case he asks you any questions."

"Yes of course! Omg thank you Rin! You are the best! I'll treat you to dinner next time!"

"Yeah... whatever." Rin's voice trailed off and the tiring call came to an end. She stared at the phone screen as it turned dark. It reflected her squished cheeks resting on top of the homework and her messy hair. Even on the colorless screen, she could see the dark circles under her eyes.

She let the phone flop onto the table, face down, and dragged to fatigued body onto the bed. Her body sunk into the matress and before she could put on a cover, her mind drifted off and her eyelids sealed heavily. Once again, as she was sound sleep, she found herself standing in a middle of a rainy storm, waiting for something... or someone.

The next morning when I woke up, it's already 9:00. As it is the start of the new semister, there is not much learning,so Chen Lian and I decided to skip the college and hang out today. 

We woke up,got ready and headed out. First  we headed to the bookstore, I wanted to buy some comics and Lian wants to buy an inspirational book. I am a fan of comics and novels, different from Lian. 

We both searched for our books, and then suddenly I came across a book on the top shelf and then I suddenly jumped and shouted  startling Lian. She was like, " Are u crazy?  be quiet". And I was so happy and  excited. It was the book I wanted to buy last summer but unable to find it.

 It is  a novel that was released last summer which became so popular and difficult to get it. There is only one of  that book  in the shelf. And no other copy left.

Then I immediately went to the bookstore owner and asked it to sell. But he said that it was already booked by another one and no copy left, I offered more price, but he didn't sell it, I was so sad and left it there and just bought some comic books. 

After we both went to lunch, I am still not in good mood about the book. Lian tried to comfort me ,so she took me to eat hotpot with her. At the sight of my favourite food, my mood immediately lightened up , and we started digging into it. As we ate,we decided to go shopping.

 The day went by fast and we reached home then just took a bath and crashed onto the bed. I took my phone and scrolled through weibo and saw Zhang  Feng account  (" wiebo is a social account  app used by people in China , it is similar to the Facebook). I immediately followed him and looked through his moments, his pics are so handsome. 

All his pics in the moments are mostly selfies  that was taken naturally and his lips curved up lightly  in every pic making him look charming.   
Even his pic is making me excited, then I just fell asleep by playing on the phone. 

After 2 days, In the class,  the sir is teaching but it is soo boring and naturally no-one is paying attention and doing their own works. As for me , I  almost slept but was woke up suddenly , then I took a chocolate and kept it in my mouth, and  casually looked at Zhang Feng.

 He is listening to the teacher and discussing something with Wang Lei.  I can see him from side,but his full face is visible as he turned this side to speak with Wang Lei.  And  they both laughed , I don't know what they are speaking of, but Feng is so handsome when he is laughing, his face is shining  like a sun.

And then I decided to do a thing. I took my book out and started drawing him. He was turned to this side but can't see me looking at him,  so I just continued sketching him.

I completed drawing his eyes and nose, but when it came to lips, I just stopped drawing and stared at his lips. They are so colourful and my focus all stayed on that, then suddenly he looked at me and I immediately looked down at my book, pretending to read the book. 

After a few seconds, I looked up and he is again speaking with Lei. I don't know why he looked this side but I was startled. Maybe he looked casually, and i dared not to look at him directly , I am watching him from the corner of my eyes. 

Then after a few seconds, he turned back and called a guy for something, then they exchanged something. I  murmured to myself,  " Thank god, he didn't look at me ,he just wanted to speak to his friend, otherwise I would be so embarrassed." 

Then again I continued drawing him and finally completed the sketch. In it, he is smiling so radiantly. By looking at the drawing, I am so happy. It looked like,he is looking at me through the drawing.

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