[Word] denotes Words in Bold/Louder Emphasis/Loud Noises

*Word* denotes Onomatopoeia/Sound Effects

/Word/ denotes Words in Italic/Inner Voices/Thoughts/Soft Noises/Softer Emphasis

* before the word or sentence denotes an Author's Note at the end of the Chapter


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Athena craned her neck at the massive signage blaring in front of her, a faint sense of excitement building up for every second that she stared at it. Even living all her life in Midas never let her take for granted the majesty of the big yellow logo plastered on the front of the building in front of her.


Saint Midas Mall.


As the largest mall in the city and possibly in the country, the SM Mall. as it was locally called, boasted roughly a whopping 200,000 square meters worth of retail and restaurant space split across its three floors. From grocery stores, to famous clothing brands, to the latest in cutting edge technology, the mall has a fairly daunting selection of stores and kiosks compared to other malls in Midas. The mall was divided in three different sections: the Hub, The Annex, and Cyberzone. As the Hub suggests in its name, it was located at the center of the mall proper and it's the largest of the three, where most of the general kiosks, groceries and clothing stores were situated. 


It was also where the main entrance was located.


Stepping through the glass doors, the first thing that greeted the touring novelist was the chill sensation of air conditioning washing over her body. As the last vestiges of the midday heat slowly removed its hold on her person, she found herself letting out a sigh of relief. Truly global warming was upon them.


/That's what you get for wearing a sweater on a sunny day./


It was no big deal. At least she was shielded from the cool air of the mall.


/It's not even that cold./


Whatever. It's been a while since she's spent time in SM so she'll enjoy it as much as possible. Athena might not be big on window shopping as much as the next girl but she can find some satisfaction in the activity. Also, might as well buy some groceries. It's cheaper to make her own food after all. 


/Someone's pretty spirited today~/


You know what? She might as well pamper herself today. The manuscript came out just in time, and she was making good progress before going here anyway. The smiling novelist can already imagine the soft, rolling sensations decompressing some knots on her back from sitting with bad posture for too long. 


/Rather generous are we?~/


With the promise of a relaxing time whirring on her mind, Athena marched with purpose. 


She was going to have a great time. And no one was allowed to ruin it if it was the last thing she did!


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A very relaxed Athena sat satisfied on a long bench that can be found on some parts of the mall, grocery bags flanking her on one side as she contemplated her next move. A glance at the clock told her that it was only 3 PM. Should she call it a day and go home? She'd already did everything that she sought out to do, what more can she do?


/Arcade?~/


[No.] Arcades were sinkholes. The remaining money that she had would just disappear if she didn't pace herself. Plus, she's a grown adult, nineteen years old was old enough for her to responsibly refrain from spending time in arcades. 


/Your fingers are already twitching in excitement./


Let them twitch then. She's left that part of her life a long time ago. 


Standing up, Athena surmised that walking and roaming around the mall would be the next best thing that she could do to kill some time. Maybe ponder on some things to write about, try and plan ahead as it were.


/You know you want to~/


In her left hand pocket, a hand clasped and unclasped empty space, restless.


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Bored. Bored and restless. 


That was the summary of the numerous feelings that were ravaging her mind. A few minutes of walking did little to address the mounting feeling of aimless energy coming to a head, her hands fidgeting uncontrollably now for the last five minutes. As it stands she currently found herself at the Annex section of the mall. The admittedly anxious novelist welcomed the mixing flavors and aromas assaulting her nostrils; a much needed distraction against the building temptation running through her mind. Yes. While one can refute the statement that 'it's the best place to shop at Midas', nobody can deny that it was the mall to go to if one were a dedicated foodie.


Of the approximately 200,000 square meters of mall that SM offers, roughly a third of it was dedicated to the multitudes of restaurants, fast food joints, and other various places that offer food to mall goers. The Annex was the designated spot for would be foodies, with its three floors offering different cuisines and styles of dining ranging from the traditional sit down meals, to buffets and self grill shops. Some even served alcohol to better the food eating experience. 


Athena did her best to catalog and distinguish the many smells that she was experiencing. Trying her best to divert the unruly energy into something more productive. Indeed, the savory, sweet and interesting aromas around her can surely distract her from the fact that her *footsies game was arguably the best of her time.


/Truly a testament of skill./


The punch and spicy smell of beef curry reminding her of that time when she landed a game saving *whiff punish on a former top ranked fighter, securing a round when she was down 2-0. 


/Just one more.../


The slowly disappearing sweet scent of dark chocolate cake reminiscent of the sweet, smug satisfaction of beating an unsuspecting old guy trying to take her off the cabinet.


/Do it~/


Her feet came to a halt as a certain sensation came to her. No longer was the sound of sizzling plates and clinking cutlery reaching her ears. Instead the telltale bumps of electronic music and faint sound effects resonated all the way through her chest, the air seemingly getting more electrified by the second as she focused more on the sights before her. Who was she kidding? There was a reason she never ventured this close to this place, let alone entertained the thought of spending time here.


/For old times' sake.../ 


A slave to the stick 'till the end huh. The defeated novelist chuckled to herself as she took in the gold, twinkling letters hovering just above her. 


Cyberzone. 


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*Footsies is a Fighting Game term referring to the way a player controls their character in regards to spacing and movement against their opponent. Good movement usually equates to a skilled player. 

**Whiff Punishing in Fighting Games refers to attacking an opponent whenever their attack misses, usually done with moves that are deemed 'unpunishable' by the player.

True Title: Tales from Midas: The Runaway

Struggling novelist Athena Morrison once thought life had nothing left to offer her. Living a reclusive lifestyle and trying to make ends meet while trying to make a name for herself as an author, she certainly had it hard enough. Coupled with extreme bouts of depression and constant threats with running from her dark past however, one can only go so far before something snaps. So in one stormy evening, plagued by the demons of her own making, she planned on ending it all.


Before she was stopped by some unsuspecting maintenance crew.


A fateful encounter, if she were to describe it. Change was coming to her life. Perhaps it was time to stop running, to try and take hold of her own destiny. 


A lot of things were happening in this city, money changing hands, deals being made; politics were being played and power constantly in flux. And while change is something to be feared, it was also something to be excited about. Athena only hoped that it was for the better.

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It was a dream come true. Christian still could not believe that he won the Best Story Plot Award. The crowd was cheering for him. The dazzling beam coming from the spotlight is following Christian as he walks through the red carpet. His gaze shifted to his editor, Ezekiel as Christian mouths the phrase 'I did it!' Ezekiel gave him a triumphant smile  and two big thumbs up. Christian took a deep breath before he ascends to the stage to receive the award. The guest of honors shook my hand while saying, "Congratulations!" He couldn't contain his happiness flowing in his slender body. Just then, a man holding a plaque is approaching Christian. Christian's smile became wider and wider as the man is walking closer to him.  The man leaned closer to Christian's ear and whispered. "If you want this plaque, finish your work." The man mumbled. Christian was surprised so he receded. The man just gave him a smile, and a nod. Christian looked at the crowd immediately. Unfortunately, the blinding light welcomed his blue eyes. It caused him to forcefully close his eyes or else he would be blind. 

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw is a light coming from his laptop screen. Christian yawned still feeling sleepy and tired, not until he sees the time. He immediately stands up, as a sign that he was startled and shocked. "What the actual--!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. 7:50AM. "I'm not even close!" He started to panic. I can't screw this up. Not with a 'legend.' He thought. Christian called one of his co-worker, namely Isaiah Jonas. When Christian heard that Isaiah answered the call already, he started to speak like a rapper. "Hello Isaiah, please come up with an excuse for me. I won't be working for today because something came up. Oh, maybe you can tell them that I'm sick or something. I owe you!" Christian didn't even give Isaiah a chance to speak, because he ended the call immediately. After the call, He continued editing and revising the story he forgot to finish last night because he fell asleep. Stupid me. He thought. 

Isaiah Jonas, one of Christian's colleagues. He is also an outstanding novelist who had multiple awards in his pocket. Unlike Christian, novel writing is just a hobby to him. It is outside his profession actually. However, when he is on top of his game, his written pieces are out of this world. Alongside with Christian and the two other novelists, he is part of this so called, The Seasons of Novelist. His penname, Gintz Riles — The Winter. Isaiah's novels will truly give shivers to your spine. Reading his novel will make you experience heartbreaks, unrealistic pain and loneliness. It is a type of pain which can't be furthermore explained. Readers are asking, 'What are your inspirations, or sources in writing?'  And his answer,  "Experiences." Some thought that he had a depressing background because of his answer, but it was actually not his experience. It was his friends' experience to be exact, unbelievable isn't it? It's just that he understands. With the testimonies he hears, together with his understanding and creative mind, the outcome is will be one of the best, maybe the best. 

Christian, on the other hand is The Summer. His pieces are warm, comforting and inspiring. Reading his piece will make you experience being wrapped with a warm blanket. It gives you the vibe of freedom, enjoyment and fun. It's hard to explain but somehow, it will cause you great amount of relief. Just like the sunshine, it will give you a smile. Just like a ripe fruit, it will let you experience its true flavor. The sweetness and the softness will hit on you. 

Christian and Isaiah are close to each other. They share the same interest, which is really ironic that they differ at the style of writing. Without the presence of the other, it would be too hot or too cold. Maybe it's the reason why they become good friends. Christian and Isaiah working together, is such a huge advantage. They will produce temperate pieces, not too sad nor too happy. It would be controlled if that happens. 

Isaiah, on the other line who just woke up, was shocked that Christian called. I bet he needs something. He chuckled. He answered the phone call and to his surprise, Christian talks really fast. He is like a machine gun firing countless of bullets. What a great morning. Isaiah frowned. He decided to let Christian talk first, but unfortunately Christian ended the call without letting Isaiah talk. Isaiah just let out a sigh and dialed someone's number. 

"Hello?" The voice from the other line spoke. It was a girly voice to describe it. "Well, I'm not in the mood to work right now. Tell the boards that I won't be around, also Christian said something came up so." Isaiah explained. Unlike Christian, he let the person respond to what he said. "I'm not going as well, I need to finish the storyline. I'll text Vinz then." The person on the other line said. "Oh, I see. Thank you Chelsea." Isaiah said as he drops the phone call. 

Chelsea Sky, a novelist who is also part of The Seasons of Novelist. She is the only girl who is part of the group. That just explains her outstanding performance in novel writing. Her penname, Luciel Salvatore — The Spring. Just how the flowers bloom, trees begin to grow and ice shards melt, It explains her style of writing. She builds up her piece's mood, making sure it is healthy, full of nourishment and blooming. Then, she will melt every reader's heart using flowery and captivating words. Her works are lovely, without having a cliché romantic story. It would definitely touch the reader's heart. Reading her novels will make you want to experience love again. Not just that, it will make you feel loved and treasured. Just like the season of spring, it is the beginning of growth. The magic in new beginnings is truly the most powerful of them all — Josiyah Martin, a famous author once said. She experienced downfall, failure and disappointment. Maybe Chelsea began to write like the spring and start once again. It's her inspiration after all. She loves flowers, especially when they bloom. Just like a flower, she also boomed. She won multiple awards after that downfall. She never stopped, she just restarted.

Chelsea searched for Vinz' number, then she sent a message. 

TO: Vinz Davidson +13****** (***) 
I won't be working at SC-PHI. I still haven't finished my storyline yet and I have to meet someone at 8PM. Please tell the boards I'm not feeling well. Thank you!

FR: Chelsea Sky +17****** (***)

Just a few seconds have passed, Chelsea's phone vibrated. She noticed that it was a text message from Vinz. 

TO: Chelsea Sky +17****** (***)
I'm also busy. Let the boards be confused.

FR: Vinz Davidson +13****** (***)

Chelsea let out a chuckle as she reads Vinz reply. She placed her phone on her desk so that she could continue working on her unfinished work. 

Vinz Davidson, a multi-awarded novelist. The fourth and final member of The Seasons of Novelist. His penname, Luci De Vil — The Autumn. He is truly a devil when it comes to writing. Though, it's not a bad thing. The melancholy of his piece is universal. How his harsh truths kill those hopeless lie. The way he open each individual's eye is fascinating. He is rough, sometimes hated but he rather inspire them to live in painful truth than believing in beautiful lie. A devil who terminates false-hope, misinformation and deceptions. His writing style is similar to the season of autumn. The hurtful downfall, is just a sign that a page was turned. He shows that letting go is not a lost, but rather a relief. Vinz inspires his reader how to look at different perspectives. He once said that, "The leaves will fall, but they let themselves fly with the wind." Who knows that downfall can be that beautiful, that's why his novels are deep. It's truly one of a kind. 

The Seasons of Novelist, the new generation of novelists in the present time. The four of them had won multiple awards. A literati built the so called group. The literati felt that they are compatible working with each other and fortunately, the literati was right and found some similarities. They all had different personalities, contradicting personalities to be exact. They all had different writing styles and genres. It is not because they won multiple awards. If awards is the basis, the group would be even more larger. But it is how they connect with every reader. How they touch their reader's heart, or how they communicate with them and express their emotions to them. Aside from that, they both share one personality. A personality that hinders them from working. Laziness. 

When Christian looked to his sliding window, the sun is ready to set, and the fleeting colors of the sky are fading away. It made Christian panicked but he is almost done. He looked at his laptop screen, as he checks the time. 7:15PM. Forty-five minutes before he will meet this legendary grammar analyst, so he hurriedly edit his story. 

Fifteen minutes had passed, and he finally finished editing. Christian leaned on his sliding chair while stretching his arms, as he let out a big yawn. He is tired and exhausted but he is meeting an important person. He went to his wardrobe to pick a formal clothes, just to give the legend a good impression. He is nervous as he buttoned his coat. He is pretty confident with regards to his story, but meeting a legend is something that he couldn't think of. Good thing the meeting place is near, or else it would be ashame to keep the legend waiting. He thought. Christian decided to fix the stuffs he needed to.

Christian checked if everything is prepared. The printed storyline, checked. Laptop, checked. Token, I don't have one! He panicked. Christian quickly grabbed his stuffs he needed, as he rushes to a nearby bakeshop. Should a red velvet cake will do its magic? He hesitated but he still ordered one. He looked at his wristwatch to track the time. 7:48PM. His face is sweating, his body is trembling and his foot is randomly tapping on the ground. Luckily, the red velvet cake he ordered is ready for take-out. Christian grabbed the plastic that contains the cake, as he runs towards the meeting place. He looked at his wristwatch again to check the time. 7:53PM. When Christian saw the time ,he rushed at the Tully's Coffee while holding the plastic. 

Christian reached the meeting place, two minutes early. He entered the place and asked the receptionist. "Hi! My name is Christian Simoune, and I had a reservation at 8PM." He said while catching his breath. The receptionist nodded and said, "Please follow me." The receptionist lead the way as Christian just followed. He is shaking, his heart is pounding faster, and his sweats are violently dropping even the facility is air-conditioned. He checked the time and it was exactly eight in the evening. Suddenly, the receptionist spoke. "We are here sir." The receptionist left immediately, leaving Christian alone. When Christian looked up, he is shocked to what he saw. He is surprised and clueless. A lot of question is currently running on his mind. 

What are you doing here?

Christian Simoune, a famous author.  Throughout his journey, he faced a lot of challenges. Unfortunately, He tends to feel burned-out writing because of those challenges. As time passes by, he experienced unusual events.  Will it help him reach his goals despite of the challenges he is facing?

But after a long time, His journey reached to an end. Is he happy? Is he satisfied? But the important question is, 

"Did he reached his goal?"

First Meet
June 3, 2019
(Flashback: April 6 to April 17, 2019)

Jan's POV

Habang ang babae ay may kinukuha sa kaniyang bag ay nagbalik sa aking paningin ang una naming pagkikita...

•FLASHBACK•

"Lahat ng mga Novelist pumunta kayo sa SS para makasuporta sa mga kakilala niyong Toonist. "

Sabi ng Organizer na siyang nagha-handle ng Session na ito for this day.

"Bro, paano tayo magsu-support kung isa lang ang kakilala natin na Toonist... Tapos lalaki pa siya. Eh, tol babae naman daw yung magva-vandal ah. " sabi ni Tristan, Co-Novelist ko.

"Sige, pumunta ka sa organizer at magprotesta ka kung bakit! Basata ako mauuna na. " masungit na ani ko.

"Ba naman kasi eh! Nag-e-ML pa yung tao eh! " giit niya pa. Ngunit ako ay nagtuloy-tuloy lamang palabas.

"Hoy! Hintay! " habol niya pa.

'Tch! Bahala ka! '

Nang makababa na kami ay rinig namin ang ingay na nanggagaling sa labas SS.

Bakit sabi ni Miss sa SS?Eh nasa labas naman pala?

"Weird. " ani ko.

"Tol, hindi iyan weird, alangan namang mag-Vandal sila sa walls na ito hindi ba? Sayang lang yung Waterproof na ipinintura nila. "

'May point siya pero…'

"Kanina ka pa-Vandall ng Vandall diyan! Ang Vandal ay isang artwork na ginagawa illegally! Itong event naman na ito ay legal, you know?! " medyo naiinis na ani ko. Siya naman ay napakamot sa batok na lamang.

Nang tumuloy na kami ay marami na sipang nagagawa sa Wall… May ibat ibang kulay sila na nilalagay dito para mas makapukaw ng atensyon… Ibat iba rin ang mga sprays na ginagamit nila…

Napakaganda tignan ng kanilang mga gawa… Napakukulay at napakabuhay tignan, ngunit isa lang ang nakakuha ng buong atensiyon ko.

Isang babae na tila walang buhay ang katawan… Itim at puti ang kulay na bumabalot sa kanyang obra. Naka-black shoes, black pants, black T-Shirt na pinatungan ng black jacket at nakasuot ng black cap na nakabaliktad.

Para sa akin ay nakakabighani ng lubos ang kanyang likha. Bagaman nababalutan lamang iyon ng ibat ibang klase ng shades ng black and white ay lubos na kaayakaya parin tignan ang kansiyang gawa…

Ang gawa niya ay binubuo ng ibat ibang klase ng graffiti ngunit nasigaw ang pinakamalaking word na makikitamo doon ay "MOVE".

Bagaman sila ay nakatalikod para ma-focus ay bigo parin akong makita ang muka niya.

'Sana ipakilala sila ng sa gayon ay makilala ko sila, SIYA.

Natapos na sila at ang babaeng kanina ko pa tinutukoy ay inayos muna ang kaniyang cap at iniharap sa muka niya para hindi ko siya masilayan dahil sa araw.

There are individuals who took their pictures beside it and they love the black and white wall art of that girl. Because of too many people sticking themselves at the wall, I couldn't sight where the hell is that girl.

The organizer told us to go back and take a rest for the next day.

AS I woke up and prepare my self… I was actually thinking if I will have a chance to see her face.

•FASTFORWARD•

I am sitting here at the assigned place for the Novelist like me… Tristan isn't here as if he is doing something more important than this kind of Seminar.

Nagbalik ang ulirat ko mula sa malalim na pag-iisip ng may magsalita… Ang Emcee pala.

"So as we acknowledge the presence of little Novelist and Toonist like you… We would like to annouce some of the winners in their respective places. " nabuhay ang saya sa aking damdamin dahil excited rin akong malaman kung sino ang may pinaka magandang gawa sa sinalihan kong competition.

"Let's start! The first event happened between Novelist is "Write the best Synopsis" challenge… May we invite the owner of the said username… " kaba ang bumuhay sa aking damdamin ng magsimula na ang pag-a-announce tapos sa section pa na sinalihan ko!"Mr. AKANABE! " pagkasabing pagkasabi ng Emcee kung sino ang nanalo ay hindi agad ito rumihistro sa aking isipan dahil sa pagkabigla na dala ng tuwa.

'Ako! AKO ang NANALO!

Tinutulak na ako ng mga Co-Novelist ko dahil mismong ako ay hindi makagalaw sa tuwa.

"Congratulations! Mr. Akanabe but first may we know what's your real name. " tanong nga Emcee.

Bahagya pa akong umubo para hindi maging pangit ang boses ko sa Mic.

Humarap na ako at nag-umpisang magpakilala. "My name is Jan Rys De Leon. Nice to meet you. " pagkatapos sabihin ay tumungo na ulot ako ng ibigay sa akin ng Emcee at Ambassadors ang plaque, cash price at ang medal, sama mo pa yung certificate. Bagaman ako ay natuwa ay hindi na ako nakatutok ng lubos sa mga Novelist na nananalo. Not until the hot seats are on the Toonist.

"So let us procede to the so-called "Wall Art Painting! " pagkasabi noon ay parang sunog na lumiyab ang pagkakasabik ng malamang sa WAP na ang aa-wardan.

"May we call… " ayan na! "Ms. NAGISA! " agad akong napalingon sa babaeng naka-black pants and white turtleneck. Hindi katulad nung unang araw na makita ko siya ay naka-high top pony lang siya na dati ay naka-twin braids lang.

'Ms. Nagisa.'

"Like the other contestants… would you mind if we ask your name?" pormal na tanong ng Emcee ngunit hindi doon napukaw ang atensiyon ko kung hindi sa unti-unting nagalaw na labi ng babae.

•END OF THE FLASHBACK•••

Nakatutuwa paring naaalala ko pa kung paano ko pa siya kinulit para lamang sagutin ang mga tanong ko matapos ang mga linggo na nagdaan.

Nakakatuwa at nasaakin parin ang larawan na aking kinunan before I go back to Silang.

Nang matapos akong kumain ay napag-isipan ko munang i-text si Mama about the changes happened.

I quickly grab my phone and create a message for her.

To:Mama
Hi Ma! Tapos na po akong kumain ng lunch… Nagtext po ako para hindi kayo mag-alala. By the way I also need to inform you about the changes in my schedule here. Sigurado rin anamn akong nabalitaan niyo na iyan dahil baka nag-send na po yung school ng Mail sa inyo. Bye!

Message Sent!

After I send it to her I open my album and try to scroll the latest picture and I end up staring at her artwork… Beautiful artwork rather.

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Previously in my master bedroom at 108 Burtonwood Dr. "It's hopeless," Dionne. A cartoon songwriter sat down on my destroyed white bed near the white nightstand. "Don't worry. I call Dr. Johnathan Harris knows what to do with you," Dave. A live-action fan club middle-age mute novelist finished to suck some dusty from the top shelf and white fans. 
Act four scene checking up... "Interesting. Maybe he must be allergic reaction to dusty caused a cartoon songwriter Mr. Seville turns into a colossal giant that I studied about it," Ms. Dionne. A live-action Dr. Jonathan Harris is on the ladder near a cartoon songwriter still sitting on my destroying white bed near the white nightstand. "Would you cure to reverse him back to normal-size," Dr. Harris? I concerned to ask a live-action Dr. Johnathan Harris climbed down on the flooring gray and white rug carpet. "I am not sure that I don't have a cure to reverse a cartoon songwriter Mr. Seville back to normal-size. I am sorry that I try to do my best." "Thank you coming here. Bye," Dr. Harris. A live-action fan club middle-age mute novelist understood what he told. "Welcome. Bye," Ms. Dionne. "Aw! I'm stuck being a freak fifty-foot colossal giant forever," Dionne. A cartoon songwriter seems frustrating now. "Don't worry. I will order a humongous bed can fit on your size that you can stay with me. I sleep in my elder mom's room," Dave. "Really?" He said. "Of course! I guess so." 
Act five scene in the kitchen at 108 Burtonwood Dr. "Slow down because you are eating so faster," Dave. A live-action fan club middle-age mute novelist sat down on the black leather chair near the white & gray tablecloth in the den. "Okay. I never eat your real foodstuffs of slices yellow squash, sweet potatoes, and turmeric chicken broth baked chicken wings before. Yummy! That's delicious," Dionne. "My elder mom taught me to learn how to cook this. When she died of her illness weakness and aging that my elder mom promised me to keep her mortgage rent house here." I spoke to him. "OH, I am sorry your loss." A cartoon songwriter sat down on the flooring gray and white rug carpet near the white and gray tablecloth in the den. "It's okay. My elder mom is with Jehovah father. I better take a empty white paper plate to drop it in the trash bag," Dave. "Poor Dionne is alone without her biological elder mom. I will be her guardian take care of Dionne." He sighed.

A cartoon songwriter name is David Seville misplaced in my live-action real hometown world portal alternative dimensional and meets me as a live-action fan club middle-age mute novelist who watched on Alvinn!!! And the chipmunks. But, he starts to growth into a fifty-foot giant is a humongous problem.

This had to be a dream! Zhao Youyue believed. Such an event would not happen unless she has fallen asleep. However, upon closing her eyes, a huge mysterious gate appeared right before her. Just like a wave of inspiration which usually comes out of the blue, her brain was suddenly filled with every piece of information pertaining to this gate.
This gate called itself "Two Dimensional Gate". Apparently, through it, one could transmigrate into the story of a manga, a novel, a game or any other literary work. She would then be allowed to pick one female character and play out her role, whether it be the main character, a supporting character, or even a side character, as long as the character has been given a name and place in the story. Bear in mind that if one is to play the role of a main character or a supporting character, their personalities and abilities would already have been firmly established by the author. Therefore, she must carefully retain the guise of the character's traits, she would have no control of modifying the character settings in any way. However, if she opts to take over a female side character, she could then tweak with the character's settings like her own backyard. It was very unlikely for an author to pay close attention to the details of a side character.
Meanwhile, if the character she plays becomes well-known in reality, allowing her to transform into a memorable iconic character, she would inherit the said character's abilities in the real world!
The higher the character popularity, the more powerful her inheritance would be, and the longer the inheritance effects could last. If this character is not well recognized, she would never inherit that character's abilities.
Zhao Youyue had been vexed by her absence of a golden finger during her waking hours. Now, she simply could not resist envisioning a bright future of her own. Yes, this is more like it. How could she possibly remain as a side character!
She pushed the Two Dimensional Gate open. Soon after she walked in, the full understanding of this world came into her mind, and she instantly understood that this is the world of "The King of Superpowers", a webnovel that depicted the journey of an Otaku student after acquiring his superpowers. He had then traveled freely to all the cities of the world, and soon nestled in the midst of a female harem. Besides, he had even stepped into the novel's underworld, battling superhumans of all sorts. Of course, this novel was still under serialization. With an average popularity and almost 2,000 subscribers, it had generated a monthly income of 5,000-6,000 Renminbi (RMB) for the novelist.
Zhao Youyue had never come across this novel before in her life. She immediately selected a female side character named "Zhang Jiajia". It was such a pity, this girl had once been humiliated by the main protagonist during her days as the promoter of a high-class apparel store, solely for staring at an Otaku with disdain. Previously, the male protagonist had won a big sum of money from gambling with his superpowers. He had then embarrassed Zhang Jiajia by flinging money into her face. Ever since being humiliated for her arrogance, Zhang Jiajia has never again appeared in the novel...
Zhao Youyue modified the character settings of "Zhang Jiajia" in such a way: Max intelligence, Max perseverance, along with Eidetic Memory. In the real world, Zhao Youyue was unremarkable in all aspects. Imagine, if she inherits the intelligence, perseverance, and eidetic memory of the new Zhang Jiajia, she would rip her Side-Character role into shreds!
At the same time, Zhao Youyue had even equipped Zhang Jiajia with the signature move of "Mikoto Misaka". If she could fire her "Railgun" attack in real life, how cool would that be!
In fact, in the story of "King of Superpower", the male protagonist had not grown too much in terms of his superpower. The novel was still at its metaphase, where the male protagonist had intended to use his superpowers only to show off before ordinary folk, or to humiliate the children of tycoons, politicians...
Without any doubt, these unruly character settings, no thanks to Zhao Youyue - had severely upset the balance of this novel's storyline. As she roamed about in the novel's story, she happened to bump into a man who looked like a little gangster. This man seemed to be harassing a fair lady who drove a nice little sports car. Zhao Youyue lifted her hand up...Bang! Unbelievable. That little gangster has just been obliterated by her Railgun. In the world of novels, she had the power to kill someone in such a decisive way!
Later on, she discovered that the person she has killed was actually... the male protagonist!
Terrible! This is terrible! To think that a dress promoter who once suffered the humiliation of the male protagonist, had literally fought back and even murdered him!
…
The next day Zhao Youyue woke up. She quickly took out a coin and tossed it in the air. She shouted, "Railgun!" Alas… the coin fell smack on her forehead, nothing else happened.
At the same time, she rummaged around her brain, only to find that she had no form of eidetic memory.
"Ah, that was just a ridiculous dream." She sighed, "How could there be such a golden finger that could access a Two Dimensional Gate..."
During the morning reading class, she suddenly heard Wang Yang who sat in front of her, speaking to his neighbor Jiang Chao, "Holy sh*t, I can't believe that there's such a goddamn novelist! Is he trying to fool his readers? To think that I even tipped his novel… Even if he himself doesn't feel like continuing the novel, he shouldn't end it so stupidly."
Wang Yang had been a fan of webnovels since junior high. He had carried his interest over into high school. He would always read novels on his phone whenever he gets back to his dorm, in secret.
Jiang Chao was more of a webcomic guy. Anyway, both Chinese webnovels and mangas were indeed flourishing. After all, in this world [1], Japan was the vassal of China, so their mangas were pretty much alike. 
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chao was intrigued.
"I'm following this book, "The King of Superpowers", not that it's popular, or the novelist's writing is excellent, he just isn't too shabby when it comes to sex scenes. So, I was reading up to this part, where the male protagonist was picking up a fair lady. Just as I was ready to see him accept another harem member, this girl with electric superpower came out of nowhere. I mean, her description was so stupidly long and elaborate. We get it, she's powerful! The novelist had even hit on the point that she was spectacular in all aspects and possessed an eidetic memory. Right after that, she fired her Railgun at the main protagonist, and killed him! Such a f*cking plot! Isn't it? I had assumed this superpower girl was just another member of his harem…"
Jiang Chao burst into laughter upon hearing the story, "Who is this novelist? He is way too talented! Perhaps this is how he takes his revenge on society, since his novel is not selling well?"
"Anyway, I will never read anything that is written by this trashy web novelist anymore. Who does he think he is? Coming up with such a ludicrous ending... Was he trying to make the readers remember him and his novel in such a brazen way? Nah, they'll be forgotten in a day or two." Wang Yang scoffed.
"These years, web novelists would come up with all sort of "tactics". Well, isn't there this one who ended with the entire world getting destroyed by a single meteor. So, this tactic is nothing much, it's just a side character coming back around to kill the male protagonist. Hahaha..." Jiang Chao continued laughing.
After hearing the conversation of the two, Zhao Youyue was dumbfounded. She was the true culprit of all this!
Believing that it was merely a dream, and wanting to have a little fun, she had stirred up trouble in the novel without much deliberation. It had never come to her mind that the male protagonist would be killed by that!
She took out her phone and opened up the Qidian website. She found the comments section of that novel on the verge of blowing up, as it was overwhelmed with streams of invectives from the readers. Oh no, many of them were railing against this novelist who named himself - "I'm the Best".
Translation Note:
1. Novel's world, as in Zhao Youyue's world, not the world she 'shifted' into, and not according to our history. It's their Japan, and their China, and their history.


An introverted girl has had enough of the isolation inadvertently formed by her solitary nature. Things changed when she discovers that she has the ability to transverse across the fabric of our universe into the dimensions of multiple storylines. Not only do these storylines leave her with invaluable lessons - they also impart a portion of their power - if she is deserving of it. The time has come for Zhao Youyue to change her fate. Never again, will she remain as a Side-Character!

A few days passed. The new year was getting nearer and nearer. Man Man hadn't gone to the restaurant recently as she was preparing for her new restaurant. 
Ten days before the New Year's Eve. 
At 5:00 am in the morning, Yuan Zhou opened his eyes. 
"System, when I reached the top level, can I revive the dead?" Yuan Zhou solemnly asked. 
Suddenly, it was as if the atmosphere around him grew silent. Yuan Zhou felt somewhat awkward, yet he still waited solemnly for the system's answer. The system displayed, "Brother, I am a Master Chef System, not the Master Physician System. I won't be able to do that." 
The system used a cold flat tone. Even Yuan Zhou could feel the deep sense of helplessness hidden within those words. After all, the system got so panicked it was calling him brother. This was a first. After the system said no, Yuan Zhou did not speak anymore. He silently left the door and went jogging. The first thing he did after returning from his jog was to take out a sign. A row of words was written on the sign with vigorous strokes of a marker pen. 
[No Bamboo Liquor is offered for today. Thank you for your understanding.] 
A short and concise sentence. 
A "thud" rang out when Yuan Zhou put the sign away before returning the restaurant to start preparing breakfast. 
"Good morning, boss," Mu Xianyun greeted with a smile. 
"Morning," Yuan Zhou nodded and returned the greeting. 
"Good morning, boss." Shortly after Mu Xiaoyun arrived, Zhou Jia arrived as well. 
"Mhm." No additional emotion could be seen from Yuan Zhou's face, as if everything was the same as usual. 
After Mu Xiaoyun and Zhou Jia were done with their greetings, they picked up the cloths and started cleaning the restaurant. While doing that, Mu Xiaoyun cautiously raised her head to observe Yuan Zhou before pulling at Zhou Jia's sleeve and started whispering. 
"Sister Jia Jia, boss seems to be in a bad mood today?" Mu Xiaoyun whispered softly. 
"Yeah, I noticed the same thing as well. What happened to him?" Zhou Jia heavily nodded and replied in agreement. 
"I don't know. But did you see the sign outside?" Mu Xiaoyun signaled her to look outside. 
"Yeah, I saw that but hadn't gotten the chance to ask about it," Zhou Jia answered with a thoughtful frown. 
"Let me try asking," Mu Xiaoyun immediately said. 
"Ok." Zhou Jia nodded. 
"Boss, we won't be selling Bamboo Liquor today?" Mu Xiaoyun probed cautiously. 
"Yeah, we won't." Yuan Zhou nodded. 
"Are we going to sell BBQ food due to the rain instead?" Mu Xiaoyun guessed. 
"No." Yuan Zhou shook his head. 
"Did anything happen, boss?" Zhou Jia couldn't wait anymore and directly asked. 
"No. The restaurant will be opening soon," Yuan Zhou said after pointing at the clock. 
"Oh, ok." Zhou Jia nodded on instinct. 
Breakfast time would normally be very lively. That was because apart from those queuing up for food, there would also be people arriving for the lucky draw just to obtain the Bamboo Liquor later in the evening. An example of such a person was Chen Wei who would come for the lottery draw anytime he was at Chengdu. 
"What happened? Why is there no liquor today? I don't recall hearing that it will rain today." Chen Wei raised his head and looked at the clear sky as he wondered. 
"I checked the weather forecast. It's not going to rain today. It will only be a cloudy day," beside him, Fang Heng replied with a nod. 
"We'll know if we ask," the novelist calmly said. 
"True." Chen Wei nodded. Then, he stopped talking and silently stayed in the line waiting for the restaurant to open. 
Fortunately for them, they weren't kept waiting for long. Soon, the glass door of Yuan Zhou's restaurant opened. Zhou Jia and Mu Xiaoyun each stood to one side of the door, welcoming the customers into the restaurant at the same time. At this time, Chen Wei and Fang Heng walked ahead of everyone to ask Yuan Zhou about the liquor. 
"Boss Yuan, since there is no liquor today, is there going to be BBQ instead?" Fang Heng asked, already thinking of a liquor that would go well with BBQ. 
"No. We are not offering Bamboo Liquor today, but we are not offering BBQ as well," Yuan Zhou shook his head and answered with a serious tone. 
"But…" Chen Wei wanted to say something else but he was stopped with a pull by the novelist behind him. 
"Why are you pulling me?" Chen Wei asked in confusion. 
"No reason. I just don't want to hear your question," the novelist spoke earnestly. 
"Are you trying to get a beating?" Chen Wei felt somewhat angry. 
"Mhm, let's speak outside." The novelist nodded at Yuan Zhou before turning around to leave. 
"That was random," Chen Wei said and turned around. Just as he was about to ask his question, he was stopped by Fang Heng. 
"What's going on?" Chen Wei was utterly confused. Why were so many people trying to stop him from speaking? 
"See for yourself," Fang Heng said as he stepped to the side, giving Chen Wei a clear view of Yuan Zhou's face. 
This time, Chen Wei no longer tried asking. He obediently followed the novelist out the door. 
"Ok. If there is no liquor today, we will come again tomorrow. Goodbye." Fang Heng waved his hand and excused himself. 
They did not even try to ask the reason for there being no liquor. This was a rare occurrence. Even if this was the first time Yuan Zhou had refused to offer both liquor and BBQ without providing any reason, they still decided to not ask him why. Even Wu Hai, the foodie, who normally had the most to say kept his silence this time. 
Noon arrived.
"Boss Yuan seems to be in a bad mood. For some reason, his entire person looks rather bad," Mu Xiaoyun seriously explained to their frequent customers at the door. 
"But the food is still so good it makes one feel like swallowing one's own tongue," at the side, Wu Hai chipped in. 
"The only thing you know is to eat." Man Man who was catching a breather from her busy work looked at Wu Hai in disdain. 
"Of course that's the only thing I know. But that's better than being someone who does not dare to eat in fear of getting fat. Someone like you," Wu Hai shot back. 
"Don't you care about Boss Yuan?" Man Man asked curiously. 
"Nope. Boss Yuan never mentioned that he needed my help anyway. If he says that, I will naturally help. Since he hadn't mentioned anything and nothing seemed to have happened, it's clear that it is his personal issue. There is no need to ask about that" Wu Hai righteously voiced his skewed line of reasoning. 
He was speaking so incoherently. He first claimed he wouldn't help, then he claimed he wouldn't ask. Man Man was speechless when she heard him. 
"From the looks of it, Boss Yuan does not seem to want anyone to know about that matter," Ling Hong voiced his agreement on Wu Hai's opinion. 
"Actually, I saw Boss Yuan buying flowers and fruits," Zhou Jia spoke with some hesitation. 
"White chrysanthemums and a white tiny flower which I think is the windflower," Zhou Jia added. 
"Enough, stop guessing," as a bossy person by nature, Jiang Changxi stopped everyone's discussion. 
In fact, after Zhou Jia said what she saw, everyone already knew the reason. They had merely reached a tacit mutual understanding to not bring it out. After all, since Yuan Zhou hadn't spoken about it, it could only mean that he did not want to speak about it. If that was the case, there was no point to their discussion. In any case, there would still be liquor tomorrow. So long as the restaurant was still around, everything would be fine. 
For the entire day, Yuan Zhou maintained a solemn expression on his face. He also spoke fewer words than he usually would. Of course, his mannerism and respect towards his customers were still there. Yuan Zhou's skill was also still there. The food he cooked was as high quality as ever. After serving dinner, the restaurant closed for the day. Once again, Yuan Zhou asked the system. 
"Can I take the fruits out of the restaurant?" Yuan Zhou's question was direct and concise. 
It was already clear what's going on. Since Yuan Zhou was going to visit his parents' tomb, he naturally wished to bring the best he could. Today was the death anniversary of his parents. 
The system displayed, "The ingredients of the restaurant can't be brought out." 
The system directly rejected as always. 
"But I need to take them out. Is there any way around it?" An intense emotion was contained within Yuan Zhou's words, something which was rarely seen. 
The restaurant sank into a long silence -- a silence resembling the peaceful mornings of the restaurant -- before answering again. 
The system displayed, "A last-minute mission has been issued. Do you accept?" 


In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
---Michelin Guide
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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend;


In the end, Haru didn't bring either Eli or Nozomi since both of them weren't ready. They told him that they needed time to prepare themselves. He didn't think too much and returned home, but then he didn't expect almost all of his girls were waiting for him at his home.
"I'm back?"
"...."
They looked at him for a while and said, "Welcome back."
---
Haru, Megumi, and Erina were preparing breakfast together.
Erina looked at Haru weirdly and asked, "You really haven't learned a skill or two from an alumnus of our school, right?"
"No." Haru shook his head and said, "I learn from someone who is even more amazing."
"Who?"
Erina looked at Haru curiously. Even though most famous chefs graduated from Tootsuki Academy, it didn't mean that there weren't popular chefs that graduated from other culinary schools such as the one from Chinese and French.
"Is Tootsuki really difficult, Erina?" Megumi asked.
"Of course, Megumi. I'll show you in the future," Erina said.
"Thank you," Megumi said.
"...."
Haru smiled and thought that it was wonderful that the relationship between his girlfriends was very peaceful.
Sora, Kirari, Utaha, Seri, and Ritsu didn't help them since their ability at cooking was zero. It was better not to do anything than wreck the kitchen apart.
"Right, Haru."
"What's wrong?"
"Iwasawa has told me that she has something to talk about with you," Megumi said.
"Hmm... really?" Haru was wondering what Iwasawa wanted to tell him.
"How is Iwasawa's band?" Erina suddenly asked. She had been living on Fluer De Lapin (Haru's cafe) for a week and she knew everyone who lived inside the cafe.
"She has been singing at the live house," Haru said.
"Is that good?" Erina asked. She wasn't sure whether singing at the live house was good or not for a singer.
"No." Megumi shook her head and said, "This guy hasn't let Iwasawa debut."
"Huh? Why? Don't you think that Iwasawa's voice is really good?" Erina asked. She had watched Iwasawa sing in the past after all and she had to admit that it was really good.
"Now that you mention it, I don't know how a singer or band is going to debut. Is there a difference between a novelist or mangaka?" Utaha asked curiously.
Haru was about to say something, but Utaha stopped him.
"But before you answer that question, can I ask you, Sawamura-san?" Utaha looked at Eriri who sipped a coffee with a sleepy face.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you here? You're not his harem, right?" Utaha said.
"..."
"I - Is that a problem? Both of them are not his harem either, right?!" Eriri pointed at Seri and Ritsu.
Seri blushed and Ritsu only smiled.
"...."
"....Right?"
Eriri became unsure after she saw the reaction of Seri and Ritsu. She looked at the guy who was cooking in the kitchen and thought that this guy was really a beast.
"Let's talk about how a singer debuts," Haru suddenly said.
'He's running away...'
Everyone looked at Haru while rolling their eyes.
"The easiest way to make a debut is to sign with a record company and talent agency, but if possible it is better for the singer to sign directly to a record company rather than a talent agency, but it is very hard, since if someone wants to become an entertainer, they need to join a talent agency unless they have someone they know on the record company," Haru said.
"Why is that?" Sora asked.
"Because the talent agency in our country is famous for squeezing their talent." Kirari thought for a while and said, "If I'm not wrong, there should be a talent agency who gets 90% of the income of their talent and only gives their talent 10%. There's even one that is worse."
"....."
"...E - Entertainment industry is scary..." Eriri said with a pale expression since she didn't expect the singers, artists, actors, or actresses on the television who smiled brightly performing their best would be squeezed hard by their company.
"It's better to work as a novelist," Utaha said with a sigh since she didn't want to be squeezed to dry by a company.
Unlike an entertainer, the status of novelist and mangaka was very high in this country and they were respected.
"...You also do that, Haru?" Erina asked.
Haru shook his head and said, "No, my company doesn't do that."
"That's good..." Erina then thought for a bit and asked, "Then why don't you do something? You're the biggest mogul in this country, right?"
"He can't destroy the market," Kirari said.
"Destroy the market?"
Kirari smiled and said, "You should know that unlike in the US, the artist in our country is a commodity of a company. If I'm not wrong, the talent agency should get at least 90% to 50% of the income of their talents, whether they're veterans who have worked for a long time."
"Really?"
"Yes." 
Kirari nodded and said, "The branch family of our family also owns an entertainment industry, but the scale isn't as big as his." When she said those words, she looked at her husband-to-be and thought that this guy might monopolize the entire entertainment industry in this world, however, she felt that wasn't bad and thought that she didn't choose the wrong man.
"Yeah, I can't destroy the market. It's also better for the company since it'll receive more revenue," Haru said.
"You have become an evil capitalist now," Utaha said.
"The money that I've worked for is for your dowry in the future," Haru said.
The girls were blushing when they heard those words from him.
Eriri also blushed, but then she quickly said, "H - Hey, you haven't explained how a singer is going on a debut!"
"Oh, is it?"
Haru then continued and said, "Then after the singer or band signed to the company they'll start to perform on a television program."
"Is that alright? They're not famous, right? Won't it cause trouble to the television?" Megumi said.
"This guy owns a television broadcast, what are you afraid of?" Utaha said.
"...That's true.." Megumi thought for a while and sighed since her first boyfriend's journey to become a mogul was very fast and it also made her somehow feel a sense of pride since she had been with him when he had nothing and felt that her boyfriend was awesome.
"Then after that?" Erina asked.
"Then they're going to perform a good song. After that, they'll appear in magazines, radio, television programs to promote their songs, and then it's done," Haru said.
"That's all?"
"Yeah, that's all." Haru smiled and said, "It's simple, right? But I'm afraid that she isn't ready."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Sora asked.
"Unlike a novelist, illustrator, mangaka, who doesn't need to show their face, but a singer needs to appear in front of the public and deal with the fans," Haru said.
"Ah... that's really bad..."
Utaha and Eriri sighed when they thought about the fans. It was good to have fans, but it was very troublesome.
"Fans are troublesome, especially when you're a beautiful girl. Don't be surprised if a famous actress loses their panties and there are a lot of people who are going to buy it at a very high price."
"....."
Everyone was silent when they heard it, but their faces were pale.
"Haru... I want to keep it a secret, but there is someone who wants to buy your panties during middle school time," Utaha said with a smile. 
"..."
Then everyone was looking at Haru who was twitching his lips.
"....You're joking, right?"
"No."
"...."
Haru might not be an entertainer, but he understood the hardship of being an entertainer at this moment.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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He had been reincarnated, he thought that he didn't cheat until suddenly he noticed someone invite him on a group chat.

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MC: "Accept!"

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"Brother Ji, you came offline too?"
Good timing. The office wants to have a meeting with us, let's head there together."
When Ji Ye went offline and returned to Earth, Fatty Zhu had actually gone offline before him.
A man from the Confederation Office was waiting right outside his door.
"Meeting?"
…
"I'm sorry for making everyone sacrifice their precious time to come here for a meeting."
"All of you are talented people who completed the initial trial. You should have received the new settlement mission, right?"
"The reason why we convened everyone here is because we want you to tell us the difficulties you face. We will gather experts to brainstorm to help you quickly complete this mission!"
Sitting at the main seat of the large oval conference table was a forty-year-old leader of the Confederation Office.
To his sides were several more personnel, including Captain Ling Chen from Operation Task Force One and two intelligence analysts.
Sitting at the meeting table, the "beta players" consisted of five men and three women.
They weren't everyone who had completed the trial. There were still two people who were still in the Land of Inheritance. They didn't log off immediately, so they weren't present.
However, to only have ten people complete the trial in all of Yang City was a rather low ratio.
Although talent outflow was indeed a serious problem, there were more than two hundred people in Yang City who had become "beta players"!
"…"
After hearing the middle-aged man's words, none of the eight people spoke immediately. Some of them even looked hesitant.
"Director Zhou, is it because someone has finished the settlement mission already?"
The first person to speak was a handsome, confident young man sitting opposite Ji Ye.
"That's Mu Rong, the son of the biggest real estate owner in Yang City… I attended a banquet with him once. I didn't expect him to be chosen as well!"
Fatty Zhu sat beside Ji Ye and whispered with a surprised expression.
As often was the case, a tall, rich, handsome kid in a typical novel would always become the antagonist.
Ji Ye raised his eyes to look at the name which was easy for people to misunderstand it as a surname, but he was actually a sunny youth with a single first name. He did not feel any 'discrimination' towards others because of his identity as a rich scion!
For one, Ji Ye himself shared similar traits.
And besides, being rich alone would not grant anyone a seat in this place. Mu Rong surely possessed brilliant capabilities in his line of work. He didn't take the back door just because he was rich and handsome.
Of course, it could not be ruled out that the Land of Inheritance really regarded a scion as one of the selection criteria. However, those who could be selected would have to be the children of the top 100 richest people in the world.
"According to the Confederation, a foreign player has completed the settlement mission!"
Director Zhou's expression and tone didn't appear too happy when mentioning this. He had obviously turned solemn.
"Eh…"
"Someone has already completed it?"
"That was quick!"
A commotion broke out among the beta players.
Ji Ye didn't feel too bothered by the message, for he knew that the Commander-level Black Serpent was extraordinary. 
However, if he had chosen to sneak and attack while the Golden Condor was fighting the Black Serpent, it was not entirely impossible for him to kill it.
The serpent's scales weren't actually invulnerable anyway. A bolt in the heart or other vital points could definitely claim its life.
By the same logic, if other people were bolder, and if they were lucky, they would be able to quickly complete the settlement mission!
Of course, bold moves were more likely to result in failure. 
Those who passed their initial trial were probably the cautious type who preferred thorough preparations prior to taking action.
"Completing the mission is not the most important point yet.
More importantly, after that person completed his mission and successfully arrived at the human settlement, he discovered that it was actually a village in the era of the republic!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were sweeping the eight "beta players" as though he was looking forward to something.
"A village in the republic era…"
Upon hearing this, the eight players who had passed the trial were stunned.
This was undoubtedly an extremely surprising development!
What kind of situation would it be for the "settlement" in the Land of Inheritance to be like?
Over the past few days, there were naturally all sorts of speculations on the forum, 
such as being a fantastical city, a magical town, a cultivation sect, or a high-tech city. Nobody would be surprised if any of these showed up. 
It could be said that it would not be too surprising if it appeared.
But a common village from the republic era? What was going on?
"Maybe this Land of Inheritance isn't only dimensionally all-inclusive, but also temporally? Like, we can time-travel to different ages?" 
a female player said with a shocked look.
"No way. We know that timeline theory stuff is flawed and baseless," 
Mu Rong—the son of real estate—disagreed, his eyes shimmering.
"Yes, it's called the Land of Inheritance. Perhaps the settlement copied something from civilizations from old times and expects players to 'inherit' the history?"
Following that, he seemed to recall something as he stared at the middle-aged leader and asked.
Those words got the other beta players thinking.
"That was also what we believed at first!
"However, when the Confederate government received more information from the person who succeeded and those who came offline earlier than you did, even the experts were a little dumbfounded…"
The relatively low-ranking Ling Chen acted as a temporary secretary and began distributing some files to the participants with a bitter smile.
[Settlement background: A village from the republic era with a few dozen families, called the Ren Hamlet, which holds many ghost stories. In the village, there is an accomplished Daoist, Ninth Uncle, and his two disciples who equally wield special powers…]
"Holy sh*t. Ren Hamlet? Ninth Uncle?"
They read the information revealed by the player who completed the settlement mission quickly.
In the meeting room, all the beta players' eyes widened!
"Yes, regarding this situation, the higher-ups have asked many experts from different fields to discuss it."
"Lastly, an expert working as a part-time web novelist proposed a viewpoint.
"The background of the land of inheritance is most likely based on the literature, movies, history, myths, and other elements of the various civilizations. The essence of this world is probably a special half-dimension that exists between fantasy and reality. Therefore, it is possible to have a rule system similar to a game…"
The middle-aged Director Zhou read the script in his hand.
To understand the meaning of these words at his age was actually rather difficult.
However, for the beta players who were aged from 15 to 35, they understood everything.
"But, a web novelist…"
The Confederation Office had done their best. Even the opinions of a web novelist were taken into consideration.
It had to be known that people who wrote web novels just wrote whatever that came to mind. The things they wrote were filled with loopholes and logical errors!
However, if this view could be recognized by the Confederation, it had to be reliable.
"That expert even proposed an experiment and asked us to promote his web novel to the world!"
"He believes that the characters in his work might be able to 'bring the non-existent into reality,' making it appear in the Land of Inheritance and becoming a help for Earthlings…"
Ling Chen, who had finished distributing the information, returned to his seat and spoke with a strange expression.
The beta players were stunned when they heard that.
These people who wrote web novels really had wild imaginations.
He wanted to make use of the country's power to promote his works!
But speaking of which, among the selected ones, there must have been a web novelist.
What would the contents of their trial be?
Being surrounded by a bunch of ferocious monster readers? If he was unable to release a chapter or write a plot during the designated time to the monsters' satisfaction, would he be torn apart by the angry reader monsters?
Damn, that's terrifying!


Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…
Machines, biological creatures, energy, souls…
Different civilizations and species have entered a world that follows game-like rules.
As one of the first million people from Earth to enter this world, Ji Ye, who formerly streams his survivalist videos, obtains a Fusion Inheritance skill. Using it, he comes up with many combinations!
AI chip + Tank = Transformer!
T-X + Demonic Sovereign Ancient Sutra + Spirit Possession Fiend Art = Silver Immortal Demoness!
Divine Stone Genes + 10,000-year-old Peach + Nine Transformations Golden Pill + Pet Spirit Monkey = ?
Investiture of the Gods = The light of providence on humans + power of faith + spoils of war godhood + ? + ?
Infinite Glove = ? + ? +? + ? + ? 

After re-reading my novel. I've decided to edit some old chapters while adding some more information in to help pace the story a bit better. (( Hopefully It wont disrupt to much of what has already been written.)) All new chapters will follow the basic chapter with a number as to not mess up the titling. Any edited chapters will be listed as well!<br data-mce-bogus="1">
I'm not the best novelist that is for sure, so I do look forward to any comments if you think something doesn't sound right, or seems to forced! Let me know your thoughts please!<br data-mce-bogus="1">

Ai Yui is your normal college student who happens to fall in love with a Virtual reality game!

What more The top player seems to be obsessed with making him become his wife?! Wait, How did this happen?

Watch as  Ai Yui tries to flee from the Black Belly Demon King!

This story is BL Please be warned!!!

As a side note: Updates will happen depending on my work schedule.

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